And while we're pissing in the wind:
Courtesy of Design Observer: Guys, the perfect reading material to take your mind off your performance anxiety while standing at the urinal. It certainly beats the catalogues and collections of Calvin and Hobbes, Doonesbury, The Far Side, Bloom County, and Sylvia that I keep in my loo. On the other hand, mine's unisex, so there's no unfair poetry deprivation involved, remedied only by crashing the men's room. What a lovely philanthropic gesture on Mr. Zinman's part, bringing literature to the masses and superseding the need for graffiti. Would that he had similarly endowed the ladies' room. Since it takes us longer, it could even be flash fiction instead of poetry.
I find it highly amusing that it was all written by various state poets laureate. This is, after all, what poets laureate are for, isn't it? Imagine telling your creative writing students, "You too can aspire to write bad poetry to adorn the walls above urinals in university library, groveling for a mere $100 remuneration." This takes the level of hack to depths of depravity even I have not yet fallen to. It makes me feel so much better about writing chipper newsletter copy.
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