Monday, January 20, 2003

Mission Tire Factory, 1969 Comments

Rating: 3.4

All through lunch Peter pinched at his crotch,
And Jesús talked about his tattoos,
And I let the flies crawl my arm, undisturbed,
Thinking it was wrong, a buck sixty five,

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Gary Soto
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Lee Mack 22 December 2009

the real poetry is conscience transcending what we make of moments -of events that it seems to us as real as it gets -we take them with us because we need them to be real -then conscience everlasting gets into a poem where the real thing is... you put it there in this poem my brother

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Lee Mack 22 December 2009

the real poetry is conscience transcending what we make of moments -of events that it seems to us as real as it gets -we take them with us because we need them to be real -then conscience everlasting gets into a poem where the real thing is... you put it there in this poem my brother

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James Mcfetridge 08 November 2009

Gary Soto takes us into the dark & dangerous world of work from his youth. The gritty, bleak mood & tone reminds me of John Steinbeck's 'In Dubious Battle'

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Richard Cock III 26 June 2006

really dug this one.

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Lee Mack 16 March 2018

you have problems

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