"'Fuck you! sang Coyote, and ran away!' Read JAphy to the dinstiguished audience, making them howl with joym it was so pure, fuck being a dirty word that comes out clean."
In the poetry reading they are all yearning for something completely free, the word fuck being something normally too harsh for people to hear in poetry, and that is exactly what they want. They want truth, and individuality. Fuck being incredebly truthful and clean of smoothed over pretty words.
"He wore mountain climbing boots, expensive ones, his pride and joy, Italian make."
He is describing Japhy, and ironically this amazing poet is the only one not dressing as a stereotypical poet. To Japhy Poetry and freedom are a way of life. He lives his poetry. He climbs the mountains he describes with his climbing boots. It is not a group of words he struggles on, and scribbles onto a page in order to be read at this reading. It is simply what he sees.
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