
By il conte della luna [CC-BY-SA-2.0], via Wikimedia Commons
‘Irony has only emergency use. Carried over time, it is the voice of the trapped who have come to enjoy the cage.’
Hyde, Lewis. ‘Alcohol and Poetry: John Berryman and the Booze Talking’, American Poetry Review, reprinted in the Pushcart Prize anthology for 1987; quoted in David Foster Wallace, ‘E Unibus Pluram: Television and U.S. Fiction’, Review of Contemporary Fiction, 13:2 (1993 Summer); dedicated to ‘M.M. Karr’; reprinted in David Foster Wallace, A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again: Little, Brown and Co., 1997.


















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I went to a readers’ theater presentation of The Real Inspector Hound yesterday (which was absurd), and found myself a half-stroll from here. (Thanks, notrelatedtoted!)
Mr Potter, was that poem you wrote about throwing baseballs at a target autobiographical? If so, we need:
Now then, Mr Potter: See those big corner windows?