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It was another day. The outing of the afternoon was a ride to walmart. A bottle of liquid soap was purchased. On the way home, PG noticed the bike making a strange noise when braking. When he got home, he saw a liquid puddle under the bike. The top had come off the bottle of soap, and the cleaning product was everywhere.
After a bit of clean up, and a car trip to walmart customer service, PG got back into life. Eventually, he made another bike trip. This time ended without incident. The internet chipped in. A friend had taken a quiz, Which Poet Are You? The friend got Charles Bukowski. The friend is better looking than Mr. Bukowski. This is known as setting the bar low.
The quiz is a series of jaypegs, which means the text is not to be copied. Retyping all the questions might prove to be too much work. The first question is “Where do you like to write?”
The third question is “What muse speaks to you?” There is a picture of a bronze Buddha, wearing a Prussian army helmet. This is a hard hat with a rhino spear rising out of the top. It is most phallic, and totally impractical in the nuclear age. This is more appealing than the bar sign, or the jazz musician.
The rest of the questions were stupid. You should pick a rhyme, like creep/sleep. The world ends with darkness. The best kind of poem, and almost the only one PG recognized, was the prose poem.
“Which Poet Are You? You got: Edgar Allen Poe. Your dark side is your best side. You excel at noticing the weird, the macabre, and the eerie. While others are frightened by darkness and strange, you feel right at home in it. As Poe would say, you are insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.”
What is so cool about a bird that says nevermore? Pictures today are from “The Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library”.