I sometimes think of Ezra as the Yosemite Sam of poetry. "Ya varmits, I want ya to read Ovid and Dante." I think of T. S. Eliot of the Elmer Fudd. "Be vewy, vewy quiet, I'm saving Western Civilization. Heh, heh, heh." I yearn to become the Bugs Bunny of poetry, but I remain more of a Daffy Duck, a Scarlet Pumpernickel
--From the new blog by Eric Wagner, who wrote the excellent Insider's Guide to Robert Anton Wilson. Of course inquiring minds want to know who is the Wile E. Coyote of poetry.