Rushfield Babylon
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“I first got to know Corky when I came to New York. He was a pal of my cousin Gussie, who was in with a lot of people down Washington Square way…
…I’m bound to say that New York’s a topping place to be exiled in. Everybody was awfully good to me, and there seemed to be plenty of things going on,…
The world would be a better place if we all quoted Wodehouse every day.
Sadly, Trenton Brungard might not be as awesome as he says he is. UTA has filed one of those only-in-Hollywood lawsuits claiming that an unidentified person has since April “represented himself to be an employee and agent of UTA in order to solicit women, and specifically aspiring models and actresses, to send him illicit photos of themselves” so he can “procure them work in the entertainment industry."
How far did this guy take the scam? He allegedly created a fake UTA email address and signed his correspondence "Trenton Brungard, United Talent Agency” with UTA’s real address and phone number. He’s also apparently got a Facebook page (though we couldn’t find it) ID-ing him as a UTA agent. He’s allegedly used that to pick up ladies too.
Please! Do yourself a favor. Save your illicit photos for confirmed agents and registered SAG signatories!
Remember a time when poetry elections were about issues? Before the media came along and invented mudslinging and name calling?
The people are sick and tired of poets spending their time playing the blame game and are demanding that the people we put in charge of poetry get into a room together, roll up their sleeves and crank out some verse. Iambs? Dactylic hexameter? Spondees? Petrarchan or Shakespearean? These are things on which reasonable people can disagree, but at the end of the day, the public expects its poets to put its differences aside and find common ground.
We need stanzas not finger pointing.