—Rachel Blau DuPlessis
I don’t do worst. Except
“A book is the goal,” (sigh)
“...but not just any book.”
Okay. Then what? Again,
rhetorical. Bombastical
(see “flatulant”) (and other
words I mean to remember,
like “prolix”, “garrulous”,
“fustian”) (well, that one’s
easy), and the always con-
fusing, my “high-flown”.
“How did we ever get here?”
I fawn with prolix emphasis.
I mean influence. I mean
interest. Which, of course,
often includes no mere
titbit of inferred insolence.
And, in groups of more than,
say, eight or nine, quite a
wide variety of
unchecked impotence.
And that, Dear Heart,
more often than not,
is tediously prolonged.
