I’ve been digging around for a few days, asking my friends whom I should make my poet of the week. I actually only asked two people. One ignored me, and the other, Rony, was full of ideas, all of which he qualified by warning me that they were “very pretentious.”
Each one, I rejected, saying they weren’t high brow enough. Larkin, Shelley, Catullus. Eliot and Nash. Bob Dylan and Jay-Z. Here’s what Rony ‘ould say to that:
“Anyone who says that Bob Dylan is their favorite poet should be executed.”
Finally, he wrote “Odi et Amo,” and blocked me on Gchat.