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