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Sad FashionsGut Punch Press 1990 ISBN 0-945144-01-6 $7.95"Peabody's the sort of poet who
makes you want to drop names: he is to poetry what Raymond Carver
and Fielding Dawson are to fiction; he captures moments of character
as well as Louise Erdrich, reveals epiphanies of love-comprehension
and loss like Barry Gifford at his best. His imagery and language
are original, as is his humor. Peabody's poetry makes me drop words
like antidote, love goon, comic sorcery, candy kisses of pain."
Another Stupid HaircutYou wish just this once the mirror would lie. What was the barber thinking about? You felt ridiculous enough carrying a Peter Gabriel album into the shop-- visual aids never help. You clip away with nail scissors amd soon it looks even worse. Conservative, square, totally hopeless, as though the ones who cut hair were really Martians with only a rudimentary idea of what humans are supposed to look like. Hair like topographic maps, tv antenna, inverted umbrellas, poodle dogs . . . or else the great hair disaster of Krakatoa-- poking out in so many directions that only the end of the world will make you feel at all fashionable. The Fourth StoogeWhen I was five I wanted to be the fourth stooge. I wanted to be on television and hit Moe with a pie. I wanted to say nyuk, nyuk, nyuk and spin around in circles on the floor. Anything was better than walking to school. Tommy Cutler and I used to dream about throwing pies off the top of the Empire State building, Once, when I was older, I actually hit a kid with a pie. He tossed me across a table. So I gave up television and became a poet instead. Now my every word is a soft projectile |
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