I'm working on a bizarre poem that is completely unlike anything else I've ever written. But it does use my dream title, "Girls and Their Cats and Their Stories." And it does quote my friend Donna, invent a conversation with Auden, and pretend that the "person from Porlock" (i.e., the man who interrupted Coleridge when he was transcribing his dream poem "Kubla Khan") is my posthumous and none-too-favorable reviewer. Also, it occasionally mentions cats and girls.

This poem might be really bad, but I am in no position to make a judgment--not yet. But it was an interesting way to spend 10 hours.