Okay, so I know that two posts in a row linking to stuff I've put up elsewhere is just plain lazy, but it's been a long day and I'm too tired to write.
People who don't read much poetry are always telling me how they've tried but just don't get it - how it seems nice and all, but very distant from their lives. Every time I hear this, one of the first poems that comes to mind is Gregory Corso's Marriage - reproduced here on Poi-tre. It's a hilarious and whimsical poem, but it's also a poem that manages (at least for me) to reflect so many of my own anxieties, quirks and experiences, so that reading it is like seeing myself in a comically distorted mirror.
These are the thoughts of all men contemplating marriage in all ages and lands. Enjoy.