Madness and Modernism
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The Modernists will say my measures mar
Since made of sharp steel rulers; mean the soul
Of poetry and arts will turn to scar;
Perhaps, but scab is worse to see. The goal
Of wreckers is to free from form the truths
Of centuries — maybe strict millennia.
The argument includes that sonnet’s booths
Have changed throughout the years, yep, many a
Time. Still the sonnet changed from form to form
And not to formlessness. Such seems the point
That they have missed. They want a slobbering storm.
And want to smoke a magic mushroom joint.
They want an art world burbling, “ban-free-free!”
I want that world completely banshee free.
~ Phillip Whidden
by phillipw | Jul 9, 2024 | MO |