ezra splinken ezra pound is coaxing out my inner facist. he does this from beyond the grave. i think he is the boogeyman. yep. he is. 001030 ... splinken oh christ, it's his birthday today. weird. 001030 ... paste! the applesauce in the metro; wah pedals on a soggy kaiser bun. pound for pound, the earth is a ripoff. 020917 ... Alex Ezra Spier is a horrible, horrible person. 031125 ... epitome of incomprehensibility I've called him the_incongruity_fascist. The incongruity part I like. And the metro poem is one of the few poems I've memorized - always appreciate brevity. When I think of the metro, I always think of Lionel-Groulx in Montreal. It's always muddy, but they do sell flowers outside sometimes... "Petals on a wet, black, bough." 120217 what's it to you? who go blather from