Any resemblance to a person alive or dead is strictly absolute...
He professes to be calm & collected,
Still performs like a boy neglected,
Can’t maintain himself as he should,
This all he sees after he has had time reflected…
He’s from Jersey, you can’t of him scare,
Through a lot he has weathered rough & fair,
Still he wishes he could just within chill,
Fighting words he’s spoken, enough to make him ill…
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
Regis
Ron
Michael D.
You guys play nice now... :)
Maybe I should 'Unfriend' you on Facebook.
Love ya!
Jane