Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Iowa

In Iowa they grow poets, their biggest export. Some people say they are our nation's most important untapped energy source, others say they huddle together too much, picking lice off their bodies, fooling yokels with pyramid schemes built out of avant garde poetics and snake oil. In the poet fields, pretending to be a scarecrow, you can hear them rustle toward the coasts, wherever the MLA Conference is, wherever a university wants to peel them back, lather them with butter, and feed them to the undergrads. But no one's going to ever get full on them.

1 Comments:

Blogger J Martin said...

I wonder if you should throw the nouns or the verbs around a little to make this stranger:

In Iowa they grow poets, their biggest people. Some nations say they are our energy's most important untapped lice source, others say they huddle together too much, picking bodies off their yokels, fooling pyramids with poetic schemes built out of avant garde snakes and poet oil. In the scarecrow fields, pretending to be a coast, you can hear them rustle toward the MLA Conferences, wherever a university is, wherever butter wants to peel them back, lather them with undergrads, and feed them to the ones. But no export's going to ever get full on them.

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