Well, Ken, this is almost spooky, I almost kept looking over my shoulder "the
Patroness?" "Who?" "Where?", so I was glad, with the voodoo at work in this, that
you posited it so concretely at Open Mike Night, nonsense events I avoid,
all the best,
Rebecca
---- Original message ----
>Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 15:46:52 -0500
>From: Ken Wolman <[log in to unmask]>
>Subject: Re: The suckability of contemporary American poetry
>To: [log in to unmask]
>
>Rebecca Seiferle wrote:
>
>>...we've all been
>>
>>deliciously
>>mad
>>
>>
>Yes we have. But not enough. I believe we have uttered incantations, a
>la Faustus in his study, to terrible effect: for we have summoned the
>spirit of Sukarina, she who is Queen of Open Mike Night, patroness of
>StripperGrams, barking Pomeranians, and Truman Capote at a Hamptons
>party singing a duet from Massenet's Manon, the St. Sulpice scene,
>partnered with Hermione Gingold. But it is at Open Mikes that Sukarina,
>she of terrible radiance, shines forth with profane glory as she summons
>to the platform one poet after the next who holds for on his or her
>hatred of men, women, blacks, whites, Arabs, Jews, parents, and children
>(anyone's). Her injunction "One poem only" does not allow one to recite
>the entirety of The Faerie Queene; and if the author recites a poem
>longer than five minutes, her or she, like the unfortunate cheating wife
>in Todd Browning's "Freaks," winds up in the alley horribly
>metamorphosed into a chicken.
>
>Don't piss off the Patroness unless you like how you look in feathers
>and want to smell like the back of a Kosher meat market.
>
>Ken
>
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