Mother Goose
As a practicing poet, I hold Mother Goose in the highest possible regard. I recently attended a reading by her, and the whole crowd of onlookers in the children’s section of the Barnes & Noble clapped when she read new pieces featuring familiar characters like Little Bo Peep and the lady who lived in a shoe.
I was overjoyed to see this amazing rendition of America’s greatest living poet on Brickshelf:
I love the nose, and the red hair is spot-on! I hope the Nobel Prize committee gets their act together and gives Goose the award she deserves for a lifetime of commitment to breaking new ground in contemporary poetry.
Update (April 2): April Fools!
April 1st, 2008 at 4:40 pm
Wonderful. It makes me want to cry.
April 1st, 2008 at 4:47 pm
What the Nobel community should take the time to recognize is the silent poetry illustrated through the use of non-restricted bricks. For what noble arms and legs are visited upon us when the brick is free to sway to and fro? I give you, Community of Nobels, Mother Goose rises in full studded glory!