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I am here, to say Hello!
I first met Daniel & Rennie while attending one of his Writer's Workshops, I believe called "Writing For Publication," in Austin, Texas. It was just after they'd received word that Ishmael had won the Turner award, but the book hadn't hit the streets, just yet. I was fascinated by his story, having done some of the things he'd done in his life, and having come to some of the same conclusions.
After the final workshop meeting, I was honored by being invited up to their apartment for a short visit (the workshop's meetings were held in their apartment building's common room). We had already been graded on our short story contributions; mine was not-so-outstanding, to say the least, and I'd made an atrocious grammatical error in it, which I faithfully reproduced throughout the writing.
I had brought my poetry with me, that I'd wanted to show Daniel. I'd helped construct Chicago House in Austin (the renovations were done using volunteer help), a local coffehouse/poet hangout, and I had been reading, some there.
While Rennie and I sat at the breakfast table in their little apartment, drinking coffee and conversing, Daniel silently read my poems to himself. When he got through them, he gave me the nicest and most impressive critique of my poetry that I've ever gotten, and that I believe that I will ever hear, from anyone.
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Old Fart in the Deli
The old man in the Deli
In his heavy, gross frame, his
Powerful, grotesque shape.
On the edge of things really,
Not really in line.
He farts loudly, makes loud,
Rude noises with his mouth
"Hargh!" Almost shouting.
Sudden! "Hooey" startling
"That's good!" he says while eating.
Loud punctuations, without ending,
Inegmatically, to no one, in particular
Silently, I applaud, no one sees him
Or hope they don't as they stare warily
From the corners of their vision.
Quietly, I take my leave
Pure, poetry in motion!
Before anyone can notice
How I must admire
The beautiful, old fart.
James P Weiler
Copyright ©2004 James Perry Weiler
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