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      Chip MacGregor

      When he was in first grade, Chip hurried home one day and announced to his mother, “When I grow up, I’m going to be a book guy!” He clearly could see the future —from high school literary magazine editor to writing bestselling books, from speaking at writing and publishing conferences to representing renowned writers, Chip MacGregor is a book guy.

      May 11, 2012

      Final Bad Poetry Entries Due TODAY

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      All good things must come to an end, and the Bad Poetry Contest is no exception. Please submit your sonnet, Haiku, Limerick, or free-form verse TODAY as a comment to this blog. We await your weeping feelings and wrenching observations.

      Tune in tomorrow for a post announcing the much-anticipated winner of the Lady Gaga style Bible. As today is Chip’s birthday, he is away from the office and not likely to comment on any entries, especially rhyming birthday ones.

      Next week the blog will return to publishing topics. Keep the questions coming, everyone!

       

       

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      • Fifi McGruder says:
        May 14, 2012 at 5:54 pm

        To waddle with the gooses,One must wade with the whales.To climb Mount Nevus,One must flourish with the goats.Ancient beasts of knowledge,All-knowing bearers of the wisdom of the world.Hope. Anger. Love.Written in the soles of the mountain-dwellers themselves,Stringent in their hairs.Hollow lives of a hollow world.Love love and happinessOvertaking the massesOvertaking the soul,… in the breath of the hurdling beasts… in their smacking hoofs and limber limbs.Holiness complete on the mountain.Contemplation complete in the whim.Ascension assured in the gaiety.Bleat. Bleat now! Before the day is done. Before the dawn
        turns to gray. It is not too late. Huddled masses. Hoofs. Hollers. Hope. Bleat
        before the clock strikes one. The tolling bell of ending desire. Doom.Doom of the bleating ones.It comes.Farewell.

        • Chip says:
          May 15, 2012 at 12:08 am

          My apologies for screwing up the spacing when I copied this for the final blog post, Fifi! Just take comfort in the fact you won, and you’re soon going to be inundated in The Lady Gagy Style Bible. 

      • Evangeline Denmark says:
        May 11, 2012 at 8:16 pm

        Research trip cha-ching
        The Green Guide Great Britain
        Kipper tastes like what

      • Neville Longbottom says:
        May 11, 2012 at 7:59 pm

        How easy it is to unlock a gate! And we were in Anne Hathaway’s garden holding hands with blooming spring and Shakespeare.
        The puddles alongside garden paths withhold the silent crackling of blossom colors; only the resident birds write the score.
        tweeeeeeeeet
        Even the daffodils were up this morning; ecstatic pale stars pursing orange petal lips.
        Rows and rows, roses of red and white; it all became a candy shop for the bumblebees

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