Lannan banished him to Marfa, city of minimalist art,
in the hinterlands high-plains desert, a Trans-Pecos cowboy patch
in far west Texas. Controversial, wrangled, and angry (bless his heart),
Bloodaxe English poet Peter Reading endured being sacked
For having gallish cheek, remaining ununiformed 22 years,
being poet, For the municipality’s elderly,
as a mindless weighbridge operator and lover
of fine wine and birds, with gruesomely ironic humor.
Peter and I were born on the same Saturday,
he in Liverpool, I was not.
His revenge – Marfan and Shitheads.
Look both ways for hammering truthful humor
and light romantic comedy.
Mind the gap, said the man to the day tripper.
Our Literary Journey 
Dear Bill,
Shitheads…that’s pronounced Shith-ayds, right? 😉 An interesting read. A match made slightly lower than heaven?
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Hey Rochelle,
What an interesting character he must have been. His books are out of print and hard to get. I would love to hear the Brit perspective of him. An earthy personality, indeed.
Peace,
Bill
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I love when I am sent to Google…
This was great, Bill!
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Thanks, Dale. I hope you enjoyed your trip. 🙂
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Always! Love expanding my horizons!
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🙂
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I have to say, Bill, that I was only passingly aware of Mr Reading and his work.
My shortcoming, not his.
Your piece is excellent.
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Thank you, CE. I’ve been to Marfa and would be planning another visit with art and poetry in mind, but it might be best to wait out the virus problems.
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