I had a fascinating dream: some writers in Texas were using techniques derived from the New York School of poetry to create a new hybrid genre, half-way between New York and Texas, the short-story and the lyric poem. Unfortunately, when I woke up I could only come up with one line from what I had dreamt:
I am not a New York Yankees fan, I am a Texas Ranger fan. Why?
This particular poem/short story seemed to end (for no very good reason) with a line from Sir Thomas Wyatt:
For good is the life ending faithfully .
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