in the arsehole of diogenes

NEO-HERACLITUS_____________Qweir Notions in the arsehole of Diogenes: weBlog of a septuagenarian Binge-thinker since February 2008.
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Tuesday, 1 October 2019

Inconsequentialities

are the specialities of modern poets :
word-spiked, un-ironic
un-self-effacing,
un-metaphysical
very personal trivialities -

except when producing yet another translation
of The Divine Comedy, Beowulf or The Odyssey.

I partly-blame Eliot
the last of the pretentious,
self-considering
super-literary sages,
who washed up in the beautifully-enunciated
metaphysic shallows
of Little Gidding 
after the so-precise
so-whatness of The Dry Salvages.

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