And we haven’t hit bottom yet. (But there’s still time! One more weekend left in the season.) These new poems are from league play two Sundays ago (the first) and from a tournament this past weekend (the rest), all in the glorious, glorious state of Kansas. *
One critic to whom I am related noted a certain pessimism creeping into the poems a few weeks ago, to which I can only reply with this from late Saturday:
… so there’s that. It’s not you, world, it’s me, or the length of the season, of the semester, and/or of the legislative session. And I don’t edit these things, they just pop out on Twitter, so the mood they got written in is the mood that shows up in them. I will also note a personal tendency in these most recent poems, which I think is more pronounced than in past ones, or maybe I’m just hiding it less, and certainly no one cares either way. I’ve got grading to do and something to write for someone about the aforementioned shit show in Jeff City, so here are the poems, which are supposed to be just for fun anyway, yes?
It’s just another story.**
*https://www.theguardian.com/sport/2020/feb/02/trump-kansas-city-missouri-super-bowl-tweet
**that was for the Clash fans. For all of you, a video:
Samuel Cohen 