English 413

This was a senior-level English poetry class I got into as a sophomore. We met in a log cabin on-campus and sat in a circle, facing each other, as we read our poems and critiqued one another.

One night we got to debating the poetic merit of ass over asshole. What’s the difference? someone asked. Asshole is more specific, I said.

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William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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