the life of a poet is a collateral
form of evidence
the rule is its inadmissibility unless
it tends to prove something later
you say
i will make the connection later
when we get there
let us try specifics, as generalities are
inadmissible too
take the housewife, rumored to have
been so bored with a husband who makes love to her only once a month
she is asking, what is the matter? where did she go wrong?
is he having another affair? or i am just paranoid about my
loneliness? midlife crisis huh? or do i have to see my doctor
why do i feel like being neglected and sex-starved...
she works too as an accountant, and always busy with lots of numbers
and balances, but she is having imbalances now..
to regain balance, since has nobody to open up this corked matter like
a champagne wanting to be opened with a loud noise at the party,
she begins to write. Poetry 101. She remembers college days.
She was charming. Her poems were published. And men talk about her
magic.
Now everything seems to be twisted.
take this English teacher. Young and vibrant. Girls take time to be with him.
There is a secret in his life. He is seeing an older guy. He is gay.
No one knows. He is living in a closet.
He is choking. Saturdays and Sundays are trysts, bareback blues,
deep throat conquests.
Mondays are formalities. Grammar and syntax. Ethics.
School manual.
Every night alone in his room he begins to reflect.
Where is this life going? Religious scruples. Have we sinned?
Can't love be religion?
He wakes up at 3 a.m. and then he writes. Back to poetry.
Images. He cannot just say in his poem that he is gay and
that he has lot of fears. The closet is getting to be hell.
He is fucked up.
Poetry 101. Talk to himself. Write.
Cancer also makes you write. And societal defects. And oppression.
And the corruption of our senators.
Presidential ineptness. Powerlessness in Power.
The past, the future, the present. These are the three torturers
and sometimes no matter how we try to paint and repaint them
They still hurt and you do not know the whys.
Poetry 101. People begin to write. Sometimes they begin to question
why do we have three meals a day? Why do we sleep too early?
Why can't we die?
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