Enter 382 — “Poem’s Intractability”
. Poem’s Intractability
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. The rotund smell of electricity
. shimmered left of less
. as the maple syrup
. made up its mind
. in the Bearden colors
. wearing brighter against
. the kindergarten laughter
. Sambo was racing behind
. while, several darknesses
. in front of the scene,
. The tigered past
. dallied
. resolutely into the center
. of Poem’s intractability,
. permanently unrescuable.
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I had nothing else for this entry. The above, due–I’m sure–to a dumb discussion of a controversy recently in the news concerning whether a poem by Wilsberian poet, Tony Hoagland, that is insipidly slightly slighting of Venus Williams should be denounced as offensive, came very easily. Not much to it, and more a political point of view than I think poems should be, but it may not be too bad.
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