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  1. Like my last poem “A Tree Falls in the Forest,” this is another I wrote off the cuff tonight with absolutely nothing to see what would happen. Any impressions?

    Plagiarism Is Discouraged

    It seems frank enough, too frank
    In fact, but have you seen what pilings
    Pain the earth and strain to present
    The edifice complete with some beauty
    Un-clinical, remindful to a limit
    Of a limitlessness I can take and smile
    Wry about born that way but with a courtesy
    Not to drown the uninitiated in the footings of thought,
    To force you to feel it.
    Hence a fair warning: Deconstruct, mine
    And mind my pilings knowing the risks
    A drool bucket at Butner being the least of them.
    Truly, stick to the surface of my horrors
    As my logic intends.
    And for God’s sake, do not imitate!
    My Brain is not for everyone.
    My life is not for everyone. It
    Takes practice.
    Give yourself 80 years.

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    • Your poetry is what happens John Ashbery, Syliva Plath, Robert Bly and Alan Ginsberg all get into a head-on collision and can’t be surgically separated.

      But setting that aside, the poem strikes me as mainly discursive and less poetic. There’s a hint of conceit in the imagery of “the pilings”, but it’s more of a feint than a commitment. It’s discursive in the sense that you’re mostly speaking directly through argument rather than through metaphor.

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  2. Btw, today’s haiku is beautiful. I had been thinking about stumps and trees
    sporadically lately and it struck at a suggestible time. But mine usually are day lit.

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