A woman is a magazine.

A magazine is why most women are horrors.

We all know the beautiful girl is mean

And the one who dresses best is the young teen

In thrown-together combinations wild,

But selling your soul to Conde Nast

Kills your soul pretty fast.

I didn’t know anything in the world

Until I realized she was a Town and Country girl.

A simple blouse and skirt, the center of her casual pride,

Prada bag, leather sandals, pretty watch, wealthy and dignified

The essence of her, the real her inside.

She sized me up as a careless, earnest, poet without style

Who—protected by her Town & Country brand—she could dally with for awhile.

Town & Country is a dual symbol—not two-faced, exactly,

But she liked its implication of social flexibility.

Something in my temples and neck she found vaguely aristocratic.

When I wore blue shirts bringing out my blue eyes,

She knew Town & Country had made her, a poor wall flower, pretty damn okay

By making her pleasant, without having too much to say.

With her love of nature, and her Yves Saint Laurent perfume,

I forgot my learning when she came into the room.

It quickly became a contest, which she knew she could win:

Tortured wordiness versus sweet, casual, Town & Country grin.

I liked everything. Even Rolling Stone. My sense of taste was vile.

Town & Country was all she needed to enjoy me for awhile.








  1. noochinator said,

    July 20, 2015 at 5:18 pm

    Because Tom is an American, and is one of the nation’s poets, I thought it fitting to include here links to excerpts from the dedication ceremony of the American Poets’ Corner at the Cathedral of St. John the Divine in New York, from May 7, 1984:

  2. thomasbrady said,

    July 22, 2015 at 1:17 am

    Thank you, Nooch. I honor God and my beloved Muse—eternal blessings to her! And I honor my country, America.

  3. noochinator said,

    October 23, 2017 at 12:29 pm

    Tim Sommer celebrates the death of “Rolling Stone”:


  4. thomasbrady said,

    October 23, 2017 at 3:34 pm

    Writers who praise “rock and roll” in terms of near-religious awe, always sound kind of stupid to me, no matter how well they write, and the better they write, the more stupid they ultimately tend to sound. “Rock and roll” is a pretty stupid term, whether it is meant to have this primitive, historical authenticity, or not.

    I’d rather hear it called Hippie Music. In terms of its American popularity, that’s what it is. By far Scarriet’s most popular: “The One Hundred Greatest Hippie Songs Of All Time”

    • noochinator said,

      October 23, 2017 at 3:47 pm

      I liked that he called attention to new rock artists, specifically Jane Weaver, Sunflower Bean, Kaitlyn Aurelia Smith, Omni, Kosmischer Läufer—it’s easy to check them out on YouTube. Or maybe it’s pathetic for someone my age to still be interested in “new bands”…..

      • thomasbrady said,

        October 23, 2017 at 7:22 pm

        I agree, that was the best part, and I did think, OK let me check these bands out on You Tube. Sure, why not?

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