upon reading frank o'hara's
getting up ahead of
someone (sun), while thinking
the days i spent reading
kierkegaard's either / or
it finally dawns on me -
it dawns on me that the most
benevolent teacher of
composition, is, well, it actually
is quiet simply: the reader;
it's almost odd, that no
"creative" writing workshop can
teach you,
by respecting reading, foremost,
by never the overzealous ****
of "creativity",
even the most debasing critique of
a book can be equilibrated
into, something akin to this;
while somewhere in a distant
future, the next john hinckley or
the next mark chapman,
is found, possessing charles dicken's
david copperfield,
   and not all that holden caulfield
sort of crap.