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Wednesday, March 23, 2005
He asked if I thought he had been too hard on the son-of-a-whore poet. I am not one easily to let by-gones be by-gones… But Mitch wrestled his gruffness And said some kind words. Mitch wrestled with yet more than gruffness and lost. He died. With each sip of brandy and ginger ale his words will speak kindness to us. This excerpt from a eulogy for a friend was written by JJ Jameson, recently named by a local arts group Chicago’s poet of the month. Jameson is the pen name of double murderer Norman A. Porter, Jr., who, after he escaped from prison in Massachusetts, assumed the identity of a marxisant midwestern bard. The disguise gave him, as he told the arresting officer today, “a good 20 years.” |