Those folk mourning for Diana by writing personal poetry (“Dead Poetry Society,” 9/12) have some nerve, don’t they? No doubt if they had realized that they’d be graded, these hapless writers would have shaped up, or better yet, stayed at home with the shades drawn so as to not offend our shrewd reporter’s delicate aesthetic sensibilities.
Say there, McKenna, you still seem to have bits of floral stationery hanging off your incisors. Well, buck up! After your thoughtful critique, perhaps the mourners will enroll in graduate writing programs pronto, before any future public memorials.
Gee, I guess it’s too late for Washington City Paper to send a crackerjack reporter over to rifle through Mother Teresa’s memorial. Maybe next time!