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"Kindled flame under kindred spirits";
I close the book of poetry
faster than I had opened it,
for fear of losing a tooth.
Since when have the poets felt
Ashamed of writing about "I"?
What day was it decided that
It would be a rebel act to do away with "me"?
We must stop reserving our libidinal
Juices for that other act;
The one that too has its rebellious
thrust, especially if you do it without "me".
Sometimes an "I" is just an "I";
Other times it is meant as a self-reflexive
Jaunt not meant to go beyond the words
You truly wish to fondle into fruition.
Six minutes.
Next phrase: "I'm bringing alliteration back."
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Knowing that death is certain and that the time of death is uncertain, what's the most important thing?
—Bhikkhuni Pema Chödrön
Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
—From "Burnt Norton," Four Quartets (1936), T. S. Eliot
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