For The Poet August Kleinzahler - Poem by Frank Avon
Poetry as an art is...
and formal achievement';
otherwise, it's no different than
'rubbing pig feces
or listening to Fox talk radio
or taking serotonin reuptake inhibitors —
if that makes someone
less suicidal or homicidal
But it has nothing to do with art
Brooks and Warren 101:
what makes an urn well-wrought
and formal achievement,
Nothing to do with the reader, of course,
That would be a terminal cancer
called 'the affective fallacy.'
Put in a call to the Mayo Clinic.
Simplicity and accessibility,
and - god forbid! -
the work of witch doctors!
Cast them into the outer darkness.
Put in a call to Salem.
Take you choice:
or rigor mortis.
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