18 jul. 2005
Speaking of dull writers and their writing processes. Jordan likes this poem, and indeed it is very likeable. An engaging fantasy of poetic celebrity and ambition. I have to ask, though, what this fantasy of having the flight attendants take interest in his "writing process" really says? (The narcissism of this is quite incredible, once you get past the likeability.) Like when I'm on the plane, my fantasy is to have a flight attendant recognize me. "Aren't you Jonathan Mayhew, from the Bemsha Swing blog? Do you write in the morning or the night?" And of course he has to place the process of writing in some stereotypically meditative setting and end the poem with a godamn nature image. Couldn't you just see that coming? Fucking swans? Since this is from the "humor" issue, I sure hope he's making fun of himself.