The problem is in this poem
and that is the problem.
Were it on the street, in the sunlight,
were it in the middle of an argument,
were it articulated by a silly gesture,
it wouldn’t be a problem, but because it’s here,
it’s a problem. The poem is a problem.
Everything obvious is stupid in comedy.
This sharpens thinking.
Do we underestimate the importance of emotion attached to thought?
I noticed the way Christians win arguments.
Can it be that morality is speech itself?
Did I say something to you? I did.
If I might say something about you
in front of your friends?
It is so obvious—life is life—
that this is where the problem ends.