Sunday, November 16, 2008
Booby's the Best Musician-Poet in the World, Now?
Huh? What's up with that lit-shit? I tried to leave a comment to set Billy Collins straight; but, The Times didn't consider it of a quality to match Mr. Collins, I guess . . . C'mon, gimme a brick (from the Berlin Wall, even) . . .
Mr. Collins asserts "the top spot" on that "poet-musician" slot belongs to Mr. Dylan (a.k.a. The Beatnik Bard); however, I brag to differ: It abso-deffo belongs to Leonard Cohen, a fact which posterity shall most assuredly confirm. "Hallelujah!" (But, lovely piece, glerror notwithstanding nor worth taking down-sitting.)
Guess "Democracy" still ain't hit the good ol' US, eh?
p.s. I challenge anybody to prove otherwise to me; and, if they can so do, I will gladly gift them with my secret decoder Leo ring, the gold one with the interlocking unified hearts he so loves. Do you wanna make a deal?
p.p.s. He dated my BFF in uni; and, he was awful to her, ICK!
p.p.p.s. Before he achieved the stardom after which he always lusted? He [allegedly] stole another friend's guitar, a Martin D-28 [allegedly], no less, the [alleged] creep . . .
p.p.p.p.s. He spawned SpringSprung. EEK! I rest my case