“Poetry is a revelation in words by means of the words.”
—Wallace Stevens
MC: (through a bullhorn, bucolically)
All right, you noble riders of the purple page, kindly listen up—
Would the next round of supplicants willing and able
To step out of line and sacrifice everything
Save their skins please come forward and begin
—Wallace Stevens
MC: (through a bullhorn, bucolically)
All right, you noble riders of the purple page, kindly listen up—
Would the next round of supplicants willing and able
To step out of line and sacrifice everything
Save their skins please come forward and begin
Jockeying for positions to reveal themselves?
The image of a swarm of tiny naked jockeys huddled in poses of sheepish pseudo-embarrassment beneath a large fig leaf on the frostbit greensward outside the Writers School is curiously diverting.
ReplyDeleteThe turf sounds embarrassingly familiar.
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