No, I'm not heading there, that's not Plan B, but now that I think of it....
No, I'm saying, don't cry for me. I'm an unemployed quadriplegic poet and if that isn't a license to print money, then I don't know what is.
And, clearly, I don't.
But, seriously, you darlings, you lovelies: yeah, it sucks right now. But I reckon I'll pull through and figure something out. That something may be abject poverty but at least it'll be mine, all mine.
Thanks for everyone's good wishes. You may send duffle bags of cash and/or gold bullion or, preferably, skee-ball tickets.
About Me
- Paul
- Paul Guest is the author of four volumes of poetry and a memoir. His debut, The Resurrection of the Body and the Ruin of the World, was awarded the 2002 New Issues Poetry Prize. His second collection, Notes for My Body Double, was awarded the 2006 Prairie Schooner Book Prize. His third collection, My Index of Slightly Horrifying Knowledge, was published by Ecco Press/HarperCollins in 2008. His fourth collection, Because Everything Is Terrible, was published by Diode Editions. His poems have appeared in Harper's, The Paris Review, Poetry, Tin House, The Kenyon Review, and elsewhere. His memoir, One More Theory About Happiness, was published by Ecco in May 2010 and selected for the Barnes & Noble Discover Great New Writers Program. The recipient of a 2011 Guggenheim Fellowship and a 2007 Whiting Writers' Award, Guest lives in Charlottesville, Virginia.
2 comments:
My thoughts with you, Paul, from this corner of the world. Stay on and hard.
Apertas,
Alberto
http://little-emerson.blogspot.com/
Skee-ball was already on my agenda for tomorrow, Paul. All my tickets are yours. Some love in there, too.
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