Wow. Bold to publish this as Zadie Smith's husband, in @NewYorker. I guess literary royalty needs to keep us on our toes with edgy little ditties like this. It got me. I'm like, "The babysitter, Nick? What?!"
Overall, pairs nicely with something else I just read: Ben Purkert on whether poetry is true or false. If the babysitter is an invention, that's annoying. But if she's real, that's sad and strange. Then again, the poem works no matter what.
Sunsets and feelings are great things to write about.
Wow. Bold to publish this as Zadie Smith's husband, in @NewYorker. I guess literary royalty needs to keep us on our toes with edgy little ditties like this. It got me. I'm like, "The babysitter, Nick? What?!"
Overall, pairs nicely with something else I just read: Ben Purkert on whether poetry is true or false. If the babysitter is an invention, that's annoying. But if she's real, that's sad and strange. Then again, the poem works no matter what.
Sunsets and feelings are great things to write about.