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It is unimportant to me whether anyone reads these poems / or their assessment of them should they, I do not care under / whose name they are published, nor could I care less what / literary critics say about them, praise or condemnation, / nothing could be more vapid than some academic advanc- / ing his career on my efforts or within institutionally accept- / able parameters pushing my reputation this way or that, / most contemporary poetry is shit as is the industry that sur- / rounds it and I want no part of it, if I am harsh so be it, if / I am angry then that is life, if I have hurt my consanguineous / they are co-conspirators in their pain, nothing in this work / bears false witness nor have I broken one commandment, / I am a decent man imbued with a religious spirit and cap- / able of love, I have noticed the world is full of cowards.

This was written by rh. Posted on Friday, March 18, 2011, at 09:51. Filed under books, life, literature. Bookmark the permalink. Follow comments here with the RSS feed. Both comments and trackbacks are currently closed.

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  1. cloud gatherer wrote:

    YES

    Friday, March 18, 2011 at 20:11 | Permalink