Welcome to the second edition of The Poems of the Day! It has been two years since the first edition, and we at the Poem of the Day Foundation have been busy. Well, that is a lie. For the first year after publication, we were fairly busy. A new essay was written, Xmos and Roupen: A Love Story; Xmos University got a Urine Studies Program; and a fair number of new poems were written. Plus we found a few old poems that never made it into the first edition (all the poems after "The International Poem of the Day" are new in this edition). During the summer of 1993, it was decided to terminate the Poem of the Day because, well, it had gotten really kinda stupid, and we did not feel doing it anymore. So what happened after that? Well, I (Aaron Greenhouse) got lazy. I started to layout this edition, transferring it to the Macintosh from the Atari ST, and placing the initials of the author next to the new poems, but I did not care enough to finish it until now (June of 1994). So enjoy, and continue on to the first edition preface.
This book was compiled over the last year as I (Aaron Greenhouse) performed my duties as Poem of the Day scribe. It contains over eighty Poems of the Day, most of them written since May 1991 because that is when I was appointed scribe. The poems in this book that are from before May of 1991 were recalled from various poets' memories, or were found written down in the study hall. There are many things that need to be explained about this book, but if you know what the poem of the day is, then I do not have to explain them to you. However, I probably have to explain Roupen to you. This is a name that pops up a couple of times in the poems. Roupen is the middle name of Raffi Kamalian, a member of the Magnet class of 1992. We discovered his name when Jeff looked through Raffi's wallet while he was supposed to be holding it for Raffi while Raffi was Jello wrestling in the spring of 1991.
We have done our best to remove all grammar and spelling mistakes from this book, so any mistakes that you find were left in this book intentionally as artistic statements.