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Interviews
I answer you, candidly, When you ask what my poems are all about, "If I only had a clue, I'd clue you in," And you say that I owe you a few words, To disclose the meaning of my confessions, And I insist that they're not about anything, About nothing, that is, if not nihil itself.
My dilemma, I say to you, Has to do with the illiterates, critics, pedagogues Who infer authorial intentions, Accuse me of advancing agendas, with my art, Infusing subliminal ideology into my stanzas, Doing what I can to subvert young minds To embrace miscegeny, misogyny, misanthropy.
If I ever submit to another interview, It will only be with God Himself, And then only with a perfectly hubristic resolve To refute His assumption That my poems are meaningful, consequential. Indeed, I'll tell Him they aren't about life But death...and ignore His weeping.
02/23/09 - (2)
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