Poetry is not in the books.
What madness.
Much less in editorials.
What madness.
I do not conceive in my poor lost head
that a poet knocks on doors to kick out the
world the great dust of poetry.
He doesn't have a printer at home?
He doesn't have a friend to lend him one?
Or what you are really looking for is
the logo?
How much does the poet sell for?
Gives me half a dozen metaphors
And if it reaches me, I'll also take that stuffed animal.
Don't you know that poetry is a rage?
And what if you comb her hair and perfume her for
go to grandma's house
she loses all strength and grabs
every morning?
Do you want them to read your poetry?
For what?
So that they shout nice things at you on the street?
To point out her figure of speech and
shout poet! at the door of her house?
Photocopy her poetry and throw it under doors!
ring!
Sell it on trains and at traffic lights!
For God's sake, don't tame her.
Poetry hates galley tests.
Solemnities make him gag.