There's an anthology called Very Bad Poetry that has the perennial gems. You can count on Ogden Nash and Edward Lear for deliberately bad poetry, and Gertrude Stein for bad poetry with delusions of grandeur. The gem I could not find is an art book with poems by an often-good poet with by the unlikely name of Mei-Mei Bersenbrugge--it's called Endocrinology, and it takes itself way, way more seriously than its merits allow.
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Date: 2006-02-28 08:02 pm (UTC)