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    Monday, June 13, 2005

    I'm back. Leading up to my 11 day trip out of SF, cross country through Salt Lake City, Yellowstone, South Dakota (spawn of the devil state), Minnesota, Wisconsin, then down to Chicago. I intended and started a post entitled Notes before a Trip but in my haste to leave town and do a million and one things prior to leaving it fell to the wayside. So, instead I have this:

    You are John Ashbery
    You are John Ashbery. People love your work but
    have no idea why, really. You are respected by
    all kinds of scholars and poets. Even artists
    like you.

    Go and find out which poet you are.


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