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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4078 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Vicissitudes Dane Hebert Poetry is copious ideas and chronicles of sin. A seaman’s chantey crooned through the ages. For poetry makes nothing happen: it survives the hate of unlearned experience, never exceeds its incalculable demand for love. It endures politics of religion in the breath of pen, and disengaged bones laid bare by grave robbers who seek posterity. It survives solace, solitude, simple answers, and man’s serendipitous inventions: hypocrisy, illiteracy, jealousy and zeal. It weathers righteousness, depressed ramblings of madmen, the stimulated minds of intoxication, the verbally challenged, and genius. It survives because in the beginning was the epistle riding the ungovernable rush; rapid water words flowing over river rock as it migrates to the sea of everlasting communion. |
