You don't love the world.
If you loved the world you'd
have
images in your poems.
John loves the world. He has
a motto: judge not
lest ye be judged. Don't
argue this point
on the theory it isn't
possible
to love what one refuses
to know: to refuse
speech is not
to suppress perception.
Look at John, out in the
world,
running even on a miserable
day
like today. Your
staying dry is like the cat's
pathetic
preference for hunting dead
birds: completely
consistent with your tame
spiritual themes,
autumn, loss, darkness, etc.
We can all write about
suffering
with our eyes closed. You
should show people
more of yourself; show them
your clandestine
passion for red meat.
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