My mom was a big 'Smurfs' fan so she would force me to watch every Saturday morning. I had no choice in the matter. I would jump downstairs on Saturday morning 'Hurray cartoons!' and she would say 'Smurfs! That's what you're watching.'
But I can only write what the muse allows me to write. I cannot choose I can only do what I am given and I feel pleased when I feel close to concrete poetry - still.
