Failed Poet
Donald Hall called them
“the Barbarians of the Present”
they, not we, appeared
as if by magic in our,
not their, midst, disrupting all
social norms
…
IMVHO, o’course …
meditation/
the act of self-sculpture, like the game ‘statues’
we played as kids – what ridiculous poses
we find ourselves in when we stop suddenly
we fall in love, anyway
…
and America is a cum-stained hotel room – Megan Amram
just to re-inforce my motif of failure . . . a less than successful effort …
Bob Dylan has released a masterpiece dissecting JFK’s assassination There are so many nuggets in Dylan’s lyrics they would be …
The presidential personality cult
makes that person the object and we the subject
of the verb worship
I thought we were citizens
…
quarantine doesn’t bother me …
pansies = pensees, in some sort of weird lineage from Pascale to DH Lawrence …
THE WHITE HORSE
The youth walks up to the white horse, to put its halter on
and the horse looks at him in silence.
They are so silent they are in another world.
D.H. Lawrence …