From the Enlightenment to Gazing at a Dark-haired Navel
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How John Locke could result in Pollock is
Opaque to me, but still I think the thread
Is there. When humans think, they start to fizz,
And there’s a clue. If once an unfuzzed head
Is told it doesn’t have to follow God
Or other fundamental creeds, then it
Can run amok with alcohol and odd
Drug pleasures . . . or in a personal fit
Like “Me First, First, First, First!” A painter can
Fling paint across a canvas or can blob
It here and there. A poet fills a span
Of paper with some dribbled words. All throb
With meaning, or at least that is the claim,
But really it’s just feelings lacking shame.