I’ve been thinking—
I mean cogitating
Make a fuss
and be tedious.
I’m annoyed?
yes; am—avoid
“adore”
and “bore”;
am, I
say, by
the word
bore, bored;
refuse
to use
“divine”
to mean
something
pleasing;
“terrific color”
for some horror.
Though flat,
myself. I’d say that
“Atlas”
(pressed glass)
looks best
embossed.
I refuse
to use
“enchant,”
“dement”;
even “fright-
ful plight”
(however justified)
or “frivol-
ous fool”
(however suitable).
I’ve escaped?
am still trapped
by these
word diseases.
No pauses—
the phrases
lack lyric
force; sound capric-
like Attic
capric-Alcaic,
or freak
calico-Greek.
(Not verse
of course)
I’m sure of this:
Nothing mundane is divine;
Nothing divine is mundane.
This Issue
October 31, 1963