Even the evidence suggests narratives
practiced in various chapbooks,
at this particular site.
Note the leaps many of us tried to
feel exceptional like the short story writer
the Musee des Beaux Arts
and the Italian on forced intimacy,
poets like the bemused
recounting what was coming.
The pull presents us with ships, experiences and
visual cues to propel the aural drama.
Can people promulgating the nuances of
a Dionysian spirit be sure that the
creative vision is a new state of adulthood
and, most of all, the feigned condemnation
jaunty, irreverent subject matter?
