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Mar 04, 2006



It is a good poem. It's nice to read contemporary poetry that's not afraid of a little narrative. The last line is provocative in a beautiful way, but I feel like it speaks of a Manichean dualism - that what's really real is not what we see, but what lies behind - that the reality we see is merely a garish mask. But for whatever philosophical issues I might have with it, it's beautiful just to see real art like this which grapples with these questions rather than escapes reality in a doomed attempt at self expression - all too often an expression of nothing which is inevitably meaningless, as the self is if it is not linked to reality.

But I wander - basically, I wanted to say - hurray for more poetry!

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