Joyful and Triumphant

I knew I was gong to get a lot of crap about that Mills post. I guess I should have gone on and on about how there are many Mills people that I like very much. Many emails were about how all poetry people are elitist monkey robots who enjoy shunning the uninitiated, Mills is just a little more snobby about it. Anyway, sorry Mills people. I didn't mean to make you sad. But you make a lot of people sad, apparently. I love it when I write something, thinking that I am the only one who feels a certain way, to find out that others have been brooding about the same thing.
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I have a friend that I will call Orsino. Orsino hates Tao Lin, the Beatles, Wes Anderson, and Chelsey Minnis. I love them all. I don't know if Orsino leads a joyless life, but by hating so many joyful things, he might. Orsino and I discussed/argued a little this week about Tao Lin, and I am not going to go into everything said, but I really like speaking about literature and art with Orsino because he is very intelligent and forces me to reevaluate the reasons behind my liking something. He neither accepts nor attempts the "I just like it" thing. A lot of people think that's ok. . . mostly people who like Jane Austen. In order to have a discussion, with Orsino, you really have to think about why you like it. I don't always think about why I like something. Not always. I enjoy thinking about that a great deal.
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My interweb has been quite nappy. I think it's better now. Thank you for your emails.
If more of you email me your addresses, I will mail you a postcard with a drawing on it and a little message. I am getting many new postcards. More than I thought I would. Postcards are one of the cheapest ways to decorate your apartment.