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8.18.2011

sane over strange

I favor a poetry that proves itself sane over the poetry that is patently strange.

3 comments:

  1. Anonymous12:42 AM

    So ... you're with J. V. Cunningham?

    For My Contemporaries

    How time reverses
    The proud in heart!
    I now make verses
    Who aimed at art.

    But I sleep well.
    Ambitious boys
    Whose big lines swell
    With spiritual noise,

    Despise me not!
    And be not queasy
    To praise somewhat:
    Verse is not easy.

    But rage who will.
    Time that procured me
    Good sense and skill
    Of madness cured me.

    Not that he was not also strange. But I wonder if the cure wasn't worse than the disease....

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  2. The key part of the phrase is "proves itself sane": it may seem strange but turns out to be sane?

    But there's also something for things that look sane but prove themselves strange. My favorite example is Robert Frost's "The Mountain."

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  3. Who knows if

    there is a cure-
    all for all
    this in

    sanity. :>?

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