At some point you have to look inside your own bones and ask yourself what the hell is up with our world, and why does it hurt to look life dead in the face. It's insane to stuff your head in the sand when bad things are afoot. Not only does it permit the evil to grow but it requires you to numb yourself, to make yourself deader in the world, to live smaller and smaller. Poetry, good poetry, is an antidote for this. Because in America Fun is God.
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Poetry asks us to be complex, to think complexly, to stay home and contemplate, to consider and reconsider our actual lives. If we have courage enough to be free, then our society will become large enough to accommodate the vastness of our souls. The Constructs and Rewriting Them Blackness and whiteness have been constructed to serve a particularly sinister function in America. Racialism is a minefield we've been forced to dance on. The idea that privileging white people was a part of the natural order grew out of European ignorance and greed.