Wednesday, November 01, 2006

from the series "What I Do To Amuse Moiself"

I belatedly discover I have an e-stalker -- that is, a stalker about whose activities I previously was unaware.

I didn't actually go to the stalker's site (not to pay attention is the worst cut of all, eh). But I am perversely happy that there's someone out there dissing me.

Particularly in the Poetry World, one of the marks of fame is to be detested.

I guess I'm famous now.

But wait, someone in the Poetry World detested me years ago, too! Have I been famous all these years and been unaware of my fame?


(I would detest Moi, too -- she's so relentlessly cheerful, isn't she? Sip -- cuppa morning coffee.)