truth and beauty
by rcribay
is it the poet’s purpose
to deliver doses of truth
that awake sleepers and set
fires in their bellies
or
should the poet
sculpt beauty from the empty
space of a blank page
leaving no trace?
truth and beauty
revolution or aesthetics
prophecy or pilgrimage?
This is really good – the culmination in the last stanza is especially provoking.
the poets job – and i stand by these words – is to describe in most beautiful detail their feces from that day. if even shit can be romanticized then the poet has arrived.