The poem on the front takes cues from this William Carlos Williams poem (taken from this site):
This Is Just To Say
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
I like poetry, but it can be so pretentious, so snooty. (Snooty? Snotty). I remember the part in Obama's inauguration when a poet read the poem that she had written for that occasion. I remember looking around at the random people with whom I was watching the ceremony with, and I could tell that while they were jazzed about this new president they were kinda meh about the poetry reading. But really if you think about it, poetry is just song lyrics without the song. But some songs sound stupid when you read them... Anyway, poetry has a certain stigma. I wonder how much this book will get rid of it.
Of course the title of this book bothers me, and of course I know it's meant in a tongue-in-cheek way, because poetry isn't really a manly or masculine thing and this book aims to make it more palatable. It doesn't mean that females aren't allowed to read it or enjoy it. The article includes a handful of poems, and I found these amusing...except for the middle poem in the Mama Celeste triptych. I get it: haha, you call your mom a whore and then you apologize cuz you miss her home cookin'. I'm sure lots of bros will get it and empathize. I just wish it weren't that way.
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