Looking at Thirteen Blackbirds Confused by Global Warming and Caught in a Snowstorm in Vermillion, SD, 27 November 2001
dead.
froze. dead.
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still moving? no, dead.
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Notes
An uninspiring rewriting of Wallace Stevens' "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird." The poet seems to think this to be some oh-so-clever black humor, but the text merely reveals both a lack of original thought and a dearth of vocabulary. And the appeal to liberal tree-hugger propaganda about so-called "global warming" makes this eco-drivel all the more reprehensible. A less humane critic than I may have wished for Mr. Gannon to have become "confused" in the snowstorm, along with his precious grackles, and so have spared us this mindless rot.
