Higgedly piggedly Tomato potatoClippings of grass shoot, twig and twaddle,Digging like I’m friggingWith the rusted tool, a turned daggerIn the gay dawn shoot slopping slapWith the flap of frogspawn slime king clutchBombaclot clapped like the clipping clop of clayAnd the shoot of wheat swayed like undying Ulster flagsThe bog stinks like a putrid cadaverAs revenants sip at peaty whiskey And the bar fills with radio static haw-hemBOGSIDE JUST SHOT A GOAL!
>>25242117GOAT. He was Max Lawton’s mom’s advisor at Harvard.
>>25242124>Max Lawton This is literally the only place where anyone gives a shit about this guy.
>>25242126well duh. We’re his biggest fans. He’s one of us and is everything we want to be.
>>25242128I’m where I want to be: living the literary lifestyle and being published in small poetry journals. If you want to be twitter famous, I guess Max Lawton is that. E-celebs don’t have anything material or spiritual, besides digital devotees spending time seething or lauding them.
>>25242132& is not a small “literary” journal topkek
>>25242136I don’t care about /lit/ adjacent self publishing or vanity projects. I get published in actual journals edited by scholars. You ain’t on my level. You ain’t the fucking mob! We the fucking mob! My ambitionz az a writah!
>>25242141>small poetry journals>edited by scholarsThis Epsteinite cannot remain consistent
>>25242147Those aren’t mutually exclusive. It’s small in the sense that it’s not POETRY Magazine. And I don’t get paid for it, other than getting contributor copies.
