. . . and to think such talent was wasted on Thighmaster . . .

I’m actually surprised that Suzanne Somers’ 1980 collection of poems, Touch Me, only ranks third on Bookfinder’s list of the most sought-after out-of-print books. Here’s a sample, courtesy of a fan:

Touch me — in secret places no one has reached before,
— in silent places where words only interfere,
— in sad places where only whispering makes sense.

Touch me — in the morning when night still clings,
— at midday when confusion crowds upon me,
— at twilight as I begin again to know who I am,
— in the evening when I see you and I hear you best of all.

Now, this certainly can’t compare with Lynne Cheney’s masterwork of lesibian-frontier erotica, Sisters — which made the list at #2 in 2005 — but at least we can still get Cheney’s book as a .pdf document here. For the life of me, I’ll never understand why Jewel’s A Night Without Armor is still in print, while Somers’ verse languishes in obscurity.

I’ve said it before, and I suppose I’ll say it again — we live in a cultural wasteland.