Dada Collage #10

in the end there is a start.

It is hardly difficult to argue

that this is no time for the fatuous

and that nothing is more fatuous

than scribbling poetry at dawn.

But compulsion and desire will out.

We must sing of this world

not some better unknown star.

The given is the wool we weave.

All times are equally terrible

and equally sublime.

The eternal politics of horror

must never stifle the human heart.

Which serves to make clear that

  - mce