rediscovered

My laptop would undoubtedly thank me profusely if I sorted through all my old files and deleted the unnecessary ones. But then, that would mean I wouldn't be able to rediscover the odd delightful grain of wheat among the chaff, such as the following. Before you read what I wrote, though, please see please see this link for the William Carlos Williams poem, "This is Just to Say." Otherwise you'll miss the fun.

this just lets you know
[re-vamp-ing Wm. Carlos Williams]

hey,
i've given up
those ignorant kisses
that were in
cold storage

which i'd been
pinching for
ever and a day for
you

forgive me
his mouth was so concrete
and so touching and
so there

(9 apr 1995)

Note: I was a fourth-year honours student in Dr. Tony Steele's American Literature class at the time, chafing at "group work." That might have accounted for my motivation to skewer Williams. Not that long after, I overheard another prof remark that fourth-year honours students are the most difficult kind of students to teach, because they think they know it all.