"No one wants to be defeated..."

Michael Jackson is dead. I didn't even know about it right away because I said to myself yesterday morning, "I'm going to get some reading done today and stay off of the computer" and what do you know, as soon as I turn my head, half of the 1980s dies (Jackson, Farrah Fawcett, and Ed McMahon). It is a lot to have on my conscience.

Jackson's passing is obviously monkey related (duh: Bubbles), but thanks to The Awl and Detroit performer/poet Blair, it is poetry related, too.