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THERE IS NO UNDERSTANDING THE VILLAIN
There is no understanding the villain since evil only seeks evil, cause and effect confused wherever plans of villains go. When you ask, "why did you do that?" the question means you'll never know,...
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TRY
The actor is happy---because he wants to be. I imitate ancient poetry insincerely, yet happily. When I act, you get more of me--- shadowy hero and who I am really. If you object to this, you'll never...
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THE POETRY
The poetry which is loud and embarrassing turns into religion.But it is not less poetry for this. Be loud and embarrassing!The stutterer who stutters his poem in the shadowsgoes backwards into poetry....
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AN ESSAY ON RHYME
Dante rhymed like hell. Most poets fear they cannot be dignified if they rhyme. But this fear is misplaced. It is based on a slipshod understanding of rhyme. Yes, it is absolutely true that too much...
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HOPING FOR A HURRICANE
Hoping for a hurricane this November to push warmth up the coast to New England where I’m cold when I take out the garbage and dread we will lose power and freeze. The dark and the chill freaks me out...
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TO AMUSE AND ENCHANT
To amuse and enchant, the lying must be extreme. What I liked was strange. What I liked was a dream. What I Iiked filled moments, moments which did not stay— except in the memory— a winding stair of...
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SPEECH OFFENDS THEM, NOT TRUTH
They are not offended by truth, but speech. The truth is: they will not listen to you. The truth is: they will shut you up. This is the truth. The speechless is the truth. They love the truth. Truth...
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SHE WAS PHILOSOPHICALLY CONFUSED
She was philosophically confused and I, meanwhile, took the cold weather personally. She told me she didn’t trust words. The most corrupt philosophical position one can take. Instead of taking a stand...
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I LOVE MYSELF
I love myself so much, I am killing you. The reports were impressive, but when you thought you impressed me, I laughed. The actual times you impressed me were few. You were inconsistent. But you never...
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ASTHMATIC DOG
Asthmatic dog chewing on yourself, you sound obscene. The evil is always extremely clean. A good person stuck in a bad place eventually finds grace. I couldn’t leave the children and the wife who...
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WHEN YOU DON’T WANT TO BE THOUGHT OF THAT WAY
When you don't want to be thought of that way--- you are already thought of that way--- it's too late. In the womb you were sculpted by what is greater than you. This is fate. This is true. Your free...
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AN INFINITE SEA CANNOT BE
An infinite sea cannot bewithout an infinite port.Poetry was overthrownby one mean retort.One solution was the circle but bending takes effortand the infiniteknows no effort.“Infinity is zero,” the...
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“DO NOT WRITE FOR HARRIET”
Poetry magazine during World War One The pro-Palestine boycott by some poets against The Poetry Foundation—apparently Poetry magazine does not wish to “pick a side” in the current conflict—includes...
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I HAD TO BE READY
I had to be ready. Even though I wasn’t going to be doing anything tomorrow— no need to get out to shop—not anticipating crossing the planet on a mission of sorrow, I nevertheless understood I needed...
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I WOULD PLAY
I would play piano for hours in a Satie reverie. You can’t invent chords but tiny melodies you can with the furniture of your fingers and the lifting of your hand. Old musical structure is very much...
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MARRIAGE
A marriage repeats previous ones, different, depending on how successful the father was. If the father made bad decisions, the son will not be the leader in his marriage. Everything depends upon these...
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THE AUTHOR OF THAT POEM IS THE AUTHOR OF THIS POEM, TOO
There are no rules to the infinite game.There is no infinite picture.There is no infinite Son. Only His infinite name.The paradox of your perspective is you can’t seewhat you tripped over in the...
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CLIMATE CLATTER
Scarriet’s chill, roving, homeless, reporter writes: Yesterday was one of those cool autumn days when the sun goes behind a cloud and you hate it because the sun almost makes it feel like summer. It...
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IF THERE WERE MORE VARIETY
If there were more variety in whatever disagrees with me talk and wine could flow for hours. But we sniff out politics immediately. We can smell it in the laundry. What does disagreement have to do...
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MURMURING NAMES OF ANGELS
Murmuring names of angels, her faith seemed real. Some friends, whose terrible views were cool, were not so sure. Childish idealism doesn’t cut it. That’s how they feel. Somehow, it all worked out for...
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