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Evocation Of The Most Minor Poet
His soul resonated with poetry,
and imagined tableaux of ancient history.
Thus conflicted, at the University,
he left with the mere undergraduate degree.
Received into a business corporation
(where the world's ways were rife with aggravation),
he paid the bills, but kept his own vocation
apart from the drudge. Customers' indignation
was not, of course, an accurate reflection
upon him but was, rather, the projection
of their own lack (expressed in childish frustration)---
some bound headlong into a sure damnation.
But in its own time, his inspirited salvation
(as one untimely born) brought high elation.
Something of, or like, literary initiation
followed; then his poems' monomination
(and signed, thus, too). Not much goes to biography
here: the whole page dwells in poetry.
Starward
[jlc]
Poet, and I write this by acknowledging that you give intellectual stimulation and also bring an invigorating perspective to the debate between, vocation versus avocation.
More to the point this is a major poem.
This crafty poem shows an existential dilemma and is coyly juxtaposed as is most writing dealing with human nature.
It’s the pleasure of your avocation—rather than the social critique about what you do for the legal tender, it adds up to the pleasure of language, this structure of a “subtle conundrum.”
You subtlety express the workings of the daily grind keenly, deftly, in a conversational, “plain truth” style.
Great Job!!!
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot