On The Day That Norman Mailer Died
by G.E. Simons
Hollow as spit over rock
Was the mood in the library
On the day that Norman Mailer died
Beneath horn-rimmed spectacles
Casting furtive glances at the erotica section
Brawling with ink from a pen
Was the mood I was in
On the day that Norman Mailer died
Downing in one, womanised verse
Whilst fist-fighting words with puncher's hands
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Author's Note
"I sometimes think there is a malign force loose in the universe that is the social equivalent of cancer, and it's plastic. It infiltrates everything. It's metastasis. It gets into every single pore of productive life."
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I really liked the boxing imagery in this. Good stuff.*
Some great lines in there - Downing in one, womanised verse;
Casting furtive glances at the erotica section ... ***
Sounds like Mailer all right. *