Tuesday, July 19, 1988

After the laughter, after the show,
After the coffee with writers I know,
Alone in the heat of a sweltering night
Descartesian wax melts and
Frees me from the be cage.
See my flesh against the bones rage.
A hard song filled with soft sounds.

Descartes and Dozois, Kafka and Camus
Sing this Song of Experience too.
Philosophy in a new key.
There's a joy in despair, a beauty in woe,
Remember Hopkins (wretch) wrestling with (my God!) his god.
Consider Gardner painting word pictures over and about the emptiness.
With oh! such clear sight and glory.