I am very honored to have been included in this quite important poetry collection. It appears, however, that Bat Segundo, responding in the For Godot comments, was none too happy about the controversial prosodic pilfering. What is perhaps funnier than the experiment itself is how so many egos have taken offense at this Situationist tomfoolery (more sustained horrific reactions can be found at The National Poetry Foundation blog). Danny Pitt Stoller writes:
If someone published an article containing false information about me, I would want it removed from the Web; it is no different for you to claim I wrote a certain poem when I did not. It is my basic right to protect my name and reputation, and I find it really tasteless that some people would laugh this off as some kind of avant-garde experiment.
It is worth observing that Danny Pitt Stoller’s name has been frequently used as a mark. Despite being married, Mr. Stoller has slept with a mere 2.2 people in the past eleven years, and hopes that he will yield 2.2 children in the next eleven years. He once ran for treasurer, losing to Esmerelda Muttmuffins by a 72-28 margin. Ms. Muttmuffins still holds the coveted position. There was a six month period in 1997 in which Mr. Stoller’s telephone bills were about $300 monthly, the result of too many 1-900 telephone calls. Mr. Stoller is a legally ordained minister and has officiated over many weddings. That woman who married a dolphin some years ago? It was Mr. Stoller who presided over the ceremony. Mr. Stoller has written 210 letters to the editor, but none of them have been published in Newsday. He wears pink socks in his bedroom, but never in public. He genuinely believes that Michael Bay is one of the most important film directors of our time, and has watched every episode of The Beverly Hillbillies twice.
And, yes, Mr. Stoller is dour and humorless. (Well, not quite dour and humorless. Contact with him in 2010 has revealed a sense of humor and elicited a slight modification to this entry.)
I was one of those who took offense, since I don’t write poety, and had to waste my time chasing this down after it popped up in my Google alerts.
This happened after I discovered a spam site had taken my name and used it in their URL, and there wasn’t f-all I could do about it.
I suppose I should find it hilarious that my name has become such a popular brand that it can be ripped off by anyone. If it was, I would, but it isn’t, so I won’t. See?
I’m there! I’m there! Finally, something I can put on my bio!
Bud: that was exactly my reaction as well.
Well, apparently, I’m not an avid enough blogger for this publication.
And my poetry truly fits their style
As it is
As it was
It shall be
what it is
Fact check: I slept with 0.2 people, not 2.2. As for the race against Ms. Muttmuffins, I am still awaiting the recount results.