If I may amend one of your lines, Frederick:
I is partial, I is always limited. We're talking about us, anyway.
Absorbing to read through your longish poem (I still don't understand the
"Mission Creep" Candice objected to; just goes to show my Weltfremdheit)
agreeing, disagreeing, both with reserve, delight & irritation, finding
classic lines like
<and glares at me across the frontier of language
where history says tasteless hurtful things.> I got a "kick" out of it.
I also liked the compressed narrative elegy of "All Souls Night" and best of
all for me "Tuna melt", which ends with a line that leaves me productively
infuriated:
<Evil is better than being merely ugly.> Well, no, because the "merely ugly"
doesn't exist. But that vague thought is "part of the poem".
To return to the irritations of the longer poem: <if the subject of
therapy/were poetically worthy>. What!!! Mon dieu! Is this a Tennyson
persona speaking?
Cheers
Martin
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