A true poet makes the difficult easy
Can turn water into wine, in a half-truncated line;
Growl with the full force of a Jesuit priest.
Whine like a man who's out of time.
Poetry's more about wine than whine,
Set out to express the inexpressible
No complaining about how difficult it is.
Caesuras can soar, in irredeemable words.
Poets learn how not to compromise
How not to be respectable,
How not to people-please
How not to be hindbound by hypocrisy:
Pull out his eyes! Pull out his eyes!
Apologise! Apologise!
Never apologise for beauty nor truth.
If it cost you your life. spit in the face,
Of all the stupidities of the human race.
Sniff out intelligence, growl with glee,
Shift the shade into the heart of darkness;
And break free, from this all-abiding stupidity.

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