Cap & gown: or, Where’s the poetry?

Some of the phrasing may on ocassion be a tad clumsy, but to a chap who as a teenager devoured reams of Herman Hesse, & as an ‘adult’ gulped Post Modernist rejection of binary oppositions & moves constantly from Dadist to Rivers & Mountains poetry & back, this aint bad.      

Too much ‘sssssss’ ?

William Blake: a loon, perhaps, but he had the goods. I don’t buy the religious guff for an instant, but some of the Songs of Innocence and Experience are so stark, so startling, it’s ¬†difficult to remain unimpressed.  

Pop the kettle on.

Meret Oppenheim: more than a fur teacup.