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Plato Pooh-poohs Poets

Plato Pooh-poohs Poets, like Blaming a Leopard for not Being an Antelope Poor Plato misses, glaringly, the point, As eggheads often do.  Poets, he “thinks,” Are worse than useless.  That’s due to their joint Mistake of using mimesis (which stinks)...

Entirety

               Entirety A hand receives a firefly on its palm And holds wings for as long as they will stay. The moment is a time for twilight, calm, A luminescent quietness, dark and day, To meld together, briefly, briefly. Brief The instant, instant, instant but the...

Counterintelligence

          Counterintelligence A text becomes a pretext for a nerd Of criticism, theorizing, or Detectives’ brains.  The poem is a turd For lab investigation.  Those minds pore Between the lines.  These Sherlocks search for clues About the author or the context in His...

Life

                    Life The random tints of blue are set beside Some richer colors.  Here and there the cold One settles in a patch, like failure cried There.  It enhances chord-like yellow, bold, And orange bursts.  There’s too much beige and green As usual and not...

Éminences Grises

         Éminences Grises The lines go on and on, so distant that They seem much farther from their readership Than Beacon Hill is from Medicine Hat. Such writing comes about through leadership Of theoretic minds as cool as crabs In Arctic zones.  A Wallace Stevens,...