O.K. I'm running out of appetite. Let this swirl- a bit like Crab Nebula- do for now.
You can do anything, really. And that, l think, is one of the exciting possibilities of the present, l swear, is the possibility that the goddamn thing can be modaled throughout.
Knowledge is the harvest of attention
I'm trying to climb up both walls at once.
All that matters is that the thing be the thing of the thing.
A poem is energy transferred from where the poet got it (he will have some several causations), by way of the poem itself to, all the way over to, the reader.