Peter Cooley is an Intense Little Dude
This guy is just "famous" enough to not qualify for our "Where Are They Now?" series, which is to say, I have at least heard of him. I have no idea what his poems are like, except for the ones in this anthology, which seem to be about mummies and grizzly bears. Whatever. We at Poetry Snark think Peter Cooley is an intense little dude. What's behind that stare? Use this thread to tell us what you imagine is going on inside the mind of Peter Cooley.
posted by Snark @ 11:46 AM
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Quit making fun of how people look. I am sure you are no Vigo, snarky. I bet you look like a middle aged hemorroid.
"I'm wearing my dead mother's bra and panties." - Peter Cooley
Renata,
Do you really not have a clue as to what "snark" means?
Please pull the fountain pen out of your ear and deal.
Mockety-mockety-mock,
A Reader
P.S. I think he looks like he is auditioning for Mount Rushmore.
i wonder if i can move things with my mind? That one guy can bend a spoon... yeah but he spent like years trying to tap into that sixth sense or whatever. like, that other percent of your brain. i wonder if i use more percent than the average man. that would be cool maybe i can move shit with my mind then. but i won't try, that's just silly......
did i leave the stove on?
Barron wins the Peter Cooley snarkathon! Nice job, S.B. That was good snark.
Peter Cooley is a saint and one of my favorite people ever. I think my first time drinking peppermint schnapps was out of a flask at a party we were at together. Anyhoo, his poetry is basically about find God in the face of a hooker and shit like that. He has one about thirty-something video-gamers tugging off too. He's hardcore Catholic, but wallows in sin. My kind of guy.
The above may sound made up, cause lets face it, the situation is nuts, but I swear truth by all of it. The dude is a home skillet and a half. If het gets a job somewhere other than Tulane (since its now closed) that might determine where I get my PhD.
I think he's cute:-)
"oh Soo-Jit i love you"
Hey Pete,
Like hey man, I love you too, man. Like, I've read all your shit man, and its far out. She says as she snaps her fingers to the beat of his words--man.
Peter Cooley is my English professor and a really excellent guy. His slacks come over his bellybutton and his hair lies over his forhead as if defeated by a life of fruitless combing. He's a cool dude.
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