[Christopher ONeill]

Originally Posted by Chris O'Carroll

If you could bear to kill your darlings to that extent, you might cook up a winner.

It hadn't occurred to me before, but I suppose one of the advantages of a parody of Eliot, or Pound, or Olson, or Harwood .... is that you can tear it in half, throw part of it away, and you still have pretty much the same parody you started with.

This is a quite an old piece, going back to the days when I used to workshop on the old SparkNotes poetry site. When they closed that site down I lost any motivation for pieces I had written specifically for workshopping there; dozens of them have been sitting on a memory stick for seven years or more.

Looking at this piece now for the first time since around 2004, there are a lot of things I just don't like about it. nutrizione is very weak; and (the eggs I mean) is Ezra, not Tom.

You might just have given me the poke I needed to finally make something of this.

Thanks, Chris, I owe you one.