One Problem We Face Comes

The Voice Is Raised, And That Is Where Poetry Begins. And Even Today, In The Prolonged Aftermath Of Modernism, In Places Where "open Form" Or Free Verse Is The Orthodoxy, You Will Find A Memory Of That Raising Of The Voice In The Term "heightened Speech".

My Sonnet Asserts That The Sonnet Still Lives. My Epic, Should Such Fortune Befall Me, Asserts That The Heroic Narrative Is Not Lost - That It Is Born Again.

Hearing That The Same Men Who Brought Us 'south Park' Were Mounting A Musical To Be Called 'the Book Of Mormon,' We Were Tempted To Turn Away, As From An Inevitable Massacre.

Poetry Carries Its History Within It, And It Is Oral In Origin. Its Transmission Was Oral.

The Lullaby Is The Spell Whereby The Mother Attempts To Transform Herself Back From An Ogre To A Saint.