Where Are They Now: Lost Poets of the 70's
Chow down, chil'ens; its that time again. Time for Where Are They Now: Lost Poets of the 70's. This week's feast is Mary Shumway. Don't let those glasses fool you, this little poetess is naughty. But it wasnt her skills between the sheets or her trendsetting fashion sense that rocketed Mary to her five minutes of fame. It was lines like these, lines that give new meaning to Keat's remark, "there is no hell like the failure of a great object." So click on the image to enlarge and follow Mary down "River Road" to see what that smile has in store. What say you?
posted by Snark @ 5:41 PM
9 Comments:
What happened to the post where you bitched about your fellow posters sucking the sweat off a dead man's balls?
One of those bums must have deleted it, so I'm removing all of their administrative privileges and reposting.
You-all are MEAN.
"the pads walk water when the earth is rung, but never more"
Que?!?
You think that was mean? This site has been all kid gloves so far. I'll show you mean...
"the plop and hickett of the frogs"
ew... that's nasty Mary. I was about to eat dinner, too.
plop.
Well, she passed away in 2000, so you can safely pick on her.
Actually "Muffy" is alive and doing well! The following link will give you a much more recent and flattering look :)
River Road was the name of a country road that her grandfather lived on. It's located just outside Madison, Wisconsin.
http://www.highnoonentertainment.com/whoWeAre.cfm?id=24
Signed: An ex relative of hers :)
What the heck is this site. And who is my ex relative here. By the way that is not my picture or my poetry.
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