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Pitch the First, subcategory Fit:
People, if you want to smoke inside your cars, that's your own business, but WHY in name of the good green earth must you toss your filthy butts into the street? It is unseemly. It is uncouth. It makes me want to hex you until every last bone in your cotton-pickin' landscape-littering left hands has crumbled -- PAINFULLY -- into the consistency of rubbed-out chalk.

Pitch the Second, subcategories Poetry and Shameless Self-Promotion:
I was reading my copy of The 2006 Texas Poetry Calendar (the one with my poem across from August 13-19) while waiting for my shots, and the piece that caught and held onto my attention the longest was Mary Gomez Parham's "A Rare but Passionate Ode to Houston," which starts with

Maybe they hate you, Houston,
because they haven't lived you. . .

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

first: In this area, with all our wildfires, it's also extremely dangerous.

Second: Dunno. I've lived Houston and I still hate it. Though Sean Stewart occasionally makes me nostalgic for the place. (In Magpie, not in Perfect Circle.)

[dichroic.livejournal.com]

Oops, didn't realize I wasn't logged in.

[mechaieh.livejournal.com]

Objectively speaking, I don't feel one way or the other about Houston. And the specifics of the poem don't persuade me that I myself should love or live in Houston, but those opening lines kick ass: it doesn't matter how I (don't) feel about Houston, what matters to me is that the speaker passionately loves the place and how she goes about unfurling her reasons why (". . .maybe they've never lain at night / on a still-warm sidewalk or just /haven't stroked the breathing belly of a toad. . .").