James Tate

Our class had already discussed some of James Tate's work on the first day.  In today's class, Jim talked about this masterpiece of a prose poem:
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Goodtime Jesus

By James Tate

Jesus got up one day a little later than usual.  He had been dreaming so deep there was nothing left in his head.  What was it?  A nightmare, dead bodies walking all around him, eyes rolled back, skin falling off. But he wasn’t afraid of that.  It was a beautiful day.  How ’bout some coffee?  Don’t mind if I do.  Take a little ride on my donkey, I love that donkey.  Hell, I love everybody.