Shaking Willie Geronimo Smith--the Poet Laureate of the 9th Street and Avenue A Generation -- is peeved as hell that I posted his stellar work on Shatner, which some critics in the samizdat community have called the definitive analysis of Shatners peculiar qualities. For one thing he had wanted to polish it a bit. I told him it would be gilding the lily, that he had acheived nearly the zenith of Shakespearean elegance in is finely formed piece, but he still grumbled.

I told him the world needed to hear his impeccable voice in order to burst the filmy gauze of their mass illusion concerning this overweight has-been thespian. Still, he grumbled.

I told him that Little Hawk has givenmore attention to Rapparree's senseless quibbling than he had to Shaking Willie's literary brilliance, and he said he could always hunt Little Hawk down and kill him.

Then he put on his leather jacket and left, taking the freight elevator down to the back door that opens onto the alley leading to 9th Street.

I dunno what he plans to do.