All poetry is personal. All poetry is experimental poetry. All experiments are failed experiments. The experiment was a success but the surgeon died. All confessional poetry is admissible, the doctor said. The lawyer said he was losing his patience. The defense maintained that it is admissible as evidence but not as sex. The jury debated the meaning of "it." The philosopher debated the meaning of it. The judge threw out the confession, saying confessions are invariably exaggerated. All exaggerations are true. No evidence is confessional. Poetry is evidence of sex. Sex is exaggeration. Confession is to sex as belching is to a fine meal in a friendly home when you are two middle-aged couples who have forgotten their lines. No evidence is required. Sex is not evidence. All sex is personal. All politics is impersonal. Sex is impersonal politics. I'm confessin' that I love you. Do you [word or words missing here] love me too?
-- DL
I do! I do! Achoo!
Posted by: jim cummins | November 27, 2009 at 01:26 AM
Me, too!
Posted by: Laura Orem | November 27, 2009 at 06:49 AM
Because it is bitter and because it is my heart.
Posted by: Woodrow Wade Moon | November 27, 2009 at 12:14 PM
David: If you want to write about Bill Clinton, you should just come right out and do it!
Posted by: Terence Winch | November 28, 2009 at 08:47 PM
Doesn't that depend on what you mean by "write"? (Not to mention "about.")
Posted by: DL | November 28, 2009 at 11:57 PM