BG makes a new friend
As our two previous calls for poetic and/or visual submissions have yet to bear fruit, we have little recourse but to dig deep into our files (way back to the Summer of Love Picaresque). Presenting: A Boy and his BG: A Love Story (visual poem) — June 28th, 2015.
Have blog. Need poems. and “The New Yorker is NOT publishing my poem!” Need your submissions
According to the so-called MOJO STATS we receive that monitor traffic, Sundays are notoriously light. So we hope to slip this one below the MOJO radar. Next week there will be better posts (we hope).
While there is an inter-text, a sub-text, a pre-text, a con-text, a meta-text and a vor-text behind, beneath, below, above, beyond and within the visual poem, these are not now worth revealing. Besides, all “art” should stand alone on its own “merit.”
Some small background is necessary. Last May I purchased a BIG GULP (a giant container in which refills are allowed) at one of the Seven Elevens on Monroe Avenue. As I didn’t need volumes of sugary soda, I asked the clerk if I could refill with coffee. After consultation, it was determined refills could be made with ANY liquid — at the price of $1.69! (Incidentally, no other Seven Eleven honors this same promise. And when I see someone from “corporate” skulking the store, I do shy away from a coffee refill that day. Nonetheless, I am firmly convinced I am the only person in Rochester who “java reboots” the Big Gulp. More on the debate 7 Eleven Corporate.)
Since then, I have repeatedly accepted the offer, now having made friends with the clerks used to my BG toting entrance maybe a hundred times, as well as with city workers at nearby Cobb’s Hill with whom some early mornings I have shared my more than ample coffee. So, while BG may possibly be an unwilling subject in the visual poem–she’s yet to tell me one way or the other–she has performed some useful public service. Also quite possibly the visual poem was influenced by just a little too much nearly free coffee.
Oh, you first met BG yesterday in Diehards and the Cobb’s Hill Tennis Courts
Do also see more on REAL poetry in Kitty Jospe provides noon nourishment for the mind at Rundel/
And on a REAL Rochester poet The tragic vision of Adelaide Crapsey 
A Boy and his BG: A Love Story (visual poem)
Rainout — No game! (1)
Rain Out — No game (2)
A terrible accident!
Trapped under the bridge!
To the rescue!
Saved!
Not really BG’s style
BG makes a new friend
A star is born!
BG getting filled
BG getting paid for [even in love money changes hands]
True love at Lake Riley!
