When I heard about this story from Walter Olson and Amy Alkon:
A 34-year-old Ann Arbor man was sent to the hospital with a head injury after another man punched him on Saturday during a literary argument, according to police.
. . . I immediately thought of one of my favorite satirical poems, by Wendy Cope:
Poem Composed in Santa Barbara
The poets talk. They talk a lot.
They talk of T. S. Eliot.
One is anti. One is pro.
How hard they think! How much they know!
They're happy. A cicada sings.
We women talk of other things.
It's a good thing that there are people, otherwise there'd be nobody to laugh at.
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