I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide or press an ear against its hive. I say drop a mouse into a poem and watch him probe his way out, or walk inside the poem`s room and feel the walls for a light switch. I want them to waterski across the surface of a poem waving at the author`s name on the shore. But all they want to do is tie the poem to a chair with rope and torture a confession out of it. They begin beating it with a hose to find out what it really means.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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