beautiful people with blue face…
giving up meat but smoking believing that bad habits enhance your personality
lost in hours of education and fingering despair and silk (Diane Ward)
I have felt for a while that I ought to have a general idea of what postmodern poetry is all about, so I just went to my local library checked out–what else?–the Norton Anthology of Postmodern American Poetry. I came to the above lines by the poet Diane Ward and laughed out loud, so I had to share them. I thought I was going to read something inaccessible and boring but this as dishy as Hollywood gossip!