Summary
John Dillinger would have smirked at the irony. The scene: a sun- drenched Santa Fe living room with windows open to bird song and breezes. The characters: a poet home alone, reading the recently published literary journal Desert Shovel Review. Alongside the journal is a flier announcing the upcoming readings "Venus in the Badlands: 2 Nights of Outlaw Poetry."
Someone bangs on the poet's front door. Like a good, upstanding, cynical citizen, the poet peeps through the peephole. Hmm, a policeman. The policeman scrutinizes the patio. (Even the newly potted petunias look guilty in his presence.) He turns his back to the peephole as the poet opens the door.See the full content of this document
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Literary Outlaws Rise Again
"Hi!"
The policeman jumps, startled; the poet jumps, startled at having startled a gun-toting man."I didn't think anyone was home," he says. "Just looking around making sure everything's safe." The poet looks at him quizzically. The words "outlaw poetry" flash in her mind, then float in the air like gunsmoke between policeman and poet."Have you been home all morning?" the policeman asks."Yes, why? Is there a problem?""Looks like someone broke down the d...See the full content of this document
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