Altruism Is For Those Who Can't Endure

Altruism Is For Those Who Can't Endure Their Desires. There's A World As Ambiguous As A Moan, A Pleasure Moan Our Earnest Neighbors Might Think A Crime. It's Where We Could Live. I'll Say I Love You, Which Will Lead, Of Course, To Disappointment, But Those Words Unsaid Poison Every Next Moment. I Will Try To Disappoint You Better Than Anyone Else Has. --mon Semblable

I Will Try To Disappoint You Better Than Anyone Ever Has.

A Good Many Of My Poems Over The Years Have Alluded To Or Taken On The Political. Stevens Has A Line In One Of His Essays: "reality Exerts Pressure On The Imagination." Inevitably What Is Omnipresent In The Culture Exerts Its Pressure On Our Imaginations To Respond To It, Even If Indirectly. But In This Case The Backdrop Of 9/11, Coincident With The Breakup Of A Marriage, The Finding Of New Love, Some Kind Of Personal Cataclysm... All Of Those Were Forces Informing The Poems In Some Way.

What Feeling Feels Like Over Time. An Attempt To Screw Up What Feeling Feels Like Over Time. Heartbreak And A High C.... The Often Welcome Melodic Lie.... The Soul's Undersong. The Orchestration Of Randomness, A Flirtation With The Boundaries Of Silence And Space.... A Reminder That The Self Wants To Disappear, Be Taken Away From Itself And Returned.

Better To Be Furious At One Thing, Become Radiant With Purpose. Better To Love Links And Rhythms Than All-embracing Answers.