with myself. What I said
last night, I no longer find
true. I’d like to think I’m
fairly steady when it comes
to my values and beliefs, but
truth be told, come on, aren’t
most of us waverers? At least
from time to time? Sometimes
an artist just wants to entertain.
Sometimes a poet pens a pastoral
with no higher purpose than to
expose a bit of what, to their mind,
is gorgeous, or pretty, or unusual,
or maudlin, etc. The intention,
or more to the point, whatever is
received, can by varying degrees
be purposeful, needed, appreciated,
can sometimes be just the thing.
And furthermore, a clown might
move a grown man to tears.
move a grown man to tears.
