On Lehman's Largesse: Little Postmodern Decipiences Poem by Frank Avon

On Lehman's Largesse: Little Postmodern Decipiences

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I don't get it
I haven't a guess
and I wrote it

The words that call,
I let them fall into
oblivion,

obeisance,
obscurity,
maybe even

meaninglessness.
Oblique?
Complex?

Inaccessible
to the Common Reader?
Oh, yes!

Words are sounds
mainly, images,
vaguely connotative.

They must speak
to the Undersoul -
correct;

not the intellect,
to the elite,
to the elect,

not the crowd,
not too loud,
on a roll.

They must be,
in a word,
free - wholly free.

And just a bit,
almost explicitly,
phallic.

The jugular tulips
glow in the manger;
the hungry bananas

bathe in starlight
with the radio on
and sing I COME

ICOME icome income I Inca mai DIEeeeee....

Monday, September 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Every year I look forward the the new volume of BEST AMERICAN POETRY. I have every volume since its beginning in 1988. I always order it in advance and wait impatiently until September. And almost always I'm disappointed. I read them avidly and often have not idea what I just read. Sometime the endnotes help; just as often they are just as indirect as the poems they comment upon. Most of the time the poets included teach poetry writing to others just like themselves, submit their work to editors just like themselves who teach poetry writing at other colleges and universities, hire their colleagues' students, and judge contests to determine who get all those awards they give each other - oh, yes, and edit BEST AMERICAN POETRY, year after year, selecting each others' poems: 'little postmodern decipiences, ' they are called in the 2014 introduction (p.xxvii)
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