Dear Reader: Zelda has spent most of this evening poring over The Compendium of Fashion and an anthology of Victorian women poets. And a calculus textbook. And a guide to bartending. And Yeats, Lynda Hull, and Hedda Gabler. In fact, if you, Dearest, Most Fashionable Reader, were to enter Zelda’s apartment at this very moment, you would have nowhere to sit. You would have nowhere to rest your purse, your pack of cigarettes, or even your cell phone.
Zelda realizes she needs to get organized.
She is not organized tonight, however. And since she is not organized, she is forced to present you, Dearest, Most Fashionable Reader, with a pair of Very Bad Poems. I have followed Dearest Vivienne’s lead from yesterday (though not nearly as fashionably as Viv did) by looking at two sonnets the way Raymond Queneau suggests; he believed that the “substance of each sonnet lay in its rhymed line-endings.”
So. Below are two poems created by utilizing the end words/phrases from two sonnets by Michael Field. Michael Field was the pen name for two women — an aunt, Katherine Bradley, and her niece, Edith Cooper. A bit like Abigail Van Buren, one may say. Or, perhaps, more like the VC Andrews estate, as Bradley and Cooper were purported to be lovers.
[pomes have gone to the used bookstore to buy Flowers in the Attic and other VC Andrews classics. . . ]
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