excellent stuff Joe, I saw the play-by-play before my very eyes.
couldn't help but be reminded of the following.:
9 BAD BOYS
Céline will bat
lead-off,
Shostakovich is in the
second
spot,
Dostoevsky should hit
3rd,
Beethoven will definitely bat
clean-up,
Jeffers is in the 5th
spot,
Dreiser can hit
6th
and batting 7th
let's have
Boccaccio
and 8th the
catcher:
Hemingway.
the pitcher?
hell, give me the
fucking
ball
CB
KS
On 04/03/07, joe green <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Yes, here's a poem of mine that combines literature and baseball.
>
> Literary Baseball
>
> Who's at bat? Why it looks like Old Bill Yeats.
> Pope's on the Mound. The pitch is wide and low.
> Yeat's spits. The pitch. A hit. Get it Johnny Keats!
> A long legged fly. Keats is too damn slow.
> He coughs. He falls! Look it's Wallace Stevens!
> Way back! He'll have to catch it off the wall.
> Shelley scores! By God the score is even!
> Yeats stops at third. A fact which doth appall
> Bobby Frost. Who strides quickly to the mound.
> Pope's out. Pound's in. No it's Christy Marlowe!
> (The Bard's retired.) But then there is a sound
> As the crowd cries out in rage and sorrow,
> Makes for their cars. The Greeks would call it Fate.
>
> What can be done when Homer's at the plate?
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