Where language, that awe-striking human innovation, still feels awesome, Daniel Ari finds himself—fascinated, frustrated, maddened, mesmerized. It's a flurry, a fracas, a free-for-all—a fight—with poems!
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Sunday, June 1, 2014
What Poem This Long Weekend?
Vegas weekend. Saw the sky get light. Visited the ghost casino Klondike Sunset twice. Jotted some notes from the most drunken state I experience. Began the first lines of a Vegas poem, a traditional observance for me. This year, a queron. The rest stays in Vegas. Get it? Got it? Done!