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Poets, Come Out Of Your Closets, Open Your Windows, Open Your Doors, You Have Been Holed Up Too Long In Your Closed Worlds... Poetry Should Transport The Public/to Higher Places/than Other Wheels Can Carry It.

[in The True Mad North] Of Introspection, Where 'falcons Of The Inner Eye' Dive And Die, Glimpsing In Their Dying Fall, All Life's Memory Of Existence.

For Even Bad Poetry Has Relevance For What It Does Not Say For What It Leaves Out.

Our Government Is A Bird With Two Right Wings... They're Devoted To The Perpetuation & Spread Of Corporate Capitalism.

In Plato's Republic, Poets Were Considered Subversive, A Danger To The Republic. I Kind Of Relish That Role. So I See My Present Role As A Gadfly, To Use My Soapbox To Promote My Various Ideas And Obsesions.