Life is a strange confluence of coincidences. Just a week or so ago, Val! was walking around Union Square and an NYU student came up to her and sold her a freshly written (on the spot) piece of poetry for $1. She thought it was awesome, as did I. The poetry was nice, but it had nothing to do with her chosen “theme” of Romania.
Today, a StumbleUpon friend of mine sent me a blog entry of his that is in the same vein. He is an extraordinarily prolific writer and I enjoy reading his pieces when they’re brough to my attention. Check out this short story of his that allows you a glimpse of Dublin’s less illustrious side. His blog post today is about how he’ll write and mail you a piece of poetry (or a rant if you’d prefer)… I’d probably prefer a rant myself, but I’m open. No one has ever written poetry for me. It might be nice. :) At any rate, I really think you should take him up on his offer. How often do you get meaningful snail mail, especially of the artistic variety?