intractable rusticle
accredited on roundable
caught in a thought
taught by nought
inconvenient when not servient
left out along the week
when among the meek
displayed on jay on jade on joyful hay
hey,
rusticle!
what a rusty spectacle
still one for all good sums
On Wed, May 21, 2008 at 2:10 AM, <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> A poem is a linguistic accretion; a rusticle appended to the brain's
> sunken pathologies; a disease tricked out in sunday-go-to-meeting
> clothes; a secret laceration revealed to everyone and no one, but
> revealed relentlessly; a celebration of weakness, yet a show of
> strength. Otherwise, it's a habit of language that can be taught; an
> excuse for pandering, snobbery and careerism, a reason to be cruel or to
> be kind; a crafted artifact of language; a peacock or peahen's display
> of exotic plumery for reasons best known to the peacock or peahen. A
> poem is all of these or none of these and more.
>
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