describing student poetry at the
1973 Marin Writers’ Conference
1 All right, as the basil makes sure, in the pot, and stays in the pot, laughing for good, or evil. 2 Just ask me, as the empty glass of water, coward, adeptly avoids discussion of contraries. 3 I wouldn’t fool you, as the fool, the only one the fool fools) gets lonely. There’s no relief of talent. 4 You got to admit that profundity bores clarity, that otherwise misery denies itself. 5 That’s funny, as the dog sees no irony. Rolls over and plays dead.
16 May 1973