Wednesday, March 12, 2003
Poets against the war. Hatred, anger, threats, fear and loathing—it’s all here among the peaceful. The title count is up to 12 thousand, which is spreading a scan mighty thin.
Advice
O poets of peace so hostile to all wars!
Read piece by piece such dull misgiving grows
That rhythm dead—no try at verséd door's
Not poetry at all, but hapless prose.
Transfigure your idea! for rhyme and scan
Be servant to your crux, if you would teach.
As brilliant strikes transfix dark jumbled land
So measured pitch stands from the yawp and screech.
Restraint and focus best sustain your way
To realize poetic ends, bards know.
Cry no!—it's rampant feeling screams display?
Fling wide then passion's throat, for outburst flow.
Yet think, ye spawn of Ginsberg and the rest
That vomit from a drunk is so expressed.
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