| ZYGOTE IN MY COFFEE.COM |
| ***BIO*** Avi Golden hates talking about himself, let alone in third person. He is a deadbeat who relies on minor chemicals (some legal, some not so legal) to escape his lack of a "meaningful" life. While on these illicit trips of escape, he dabbles in poetry and hatches up schemes to keep his sugar-lady from dumping him. |
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| by Avi Golden |
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fakes. You’d kill for recognition. You’d die for recognition. Go ahead, revel in your shit. The dusk of whatever you are is just around the corner. If you truly wrote for yourself you wouldn’t submit. I have more courage than you. My dream is to get recognition for what I’ve written, be it here or there. The pragmatist in me tells me I’ll never be anything. Bukowski won the fucking lottery. How many great poets have positions at the post office? Fucking crazy poets writing with stamps and lead? |
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| June 2006 |