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Sunday, October 18, 2026

A way of looking at things

There is a way of looking at things in which all action is interference.

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Everyone must know

No one tells you how lonely it will be, though everyone must know.

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Taste

When everything tastes of sugar, nothing is sweet.

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Saturday, October 17, 2026

On entropy

Entropy uses instability to reduce toward an inert state.

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New poems

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Thursday, October 15, 2026

The human trick

The human trick: chaining the improbable into the routine.

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The last thing

In you was the last thing I quit believing.

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How frequently

How frequently we conflate the thunder with the lightning.

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Wednesday, October 14, 2026

The more

The more you regret, the more you erode.

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Two or more

One word alone may not be a poem, but two or more words together always are.

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If you believe

If you believe in purity you don't believe in poetry.

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Tuesday, October 13, 2026

Good intentions (ChatGPT)

Perhaps the sharpest editorial question is: After reading this poem, what can I see, think, or experience that I couldn't before? If the only answer is I feel more strongly about what I already believed, something important may be missing.

And the irony is that a poem can have an entirely admirable message while offering very little as an artistic experience. Good intentions don't exempt a poem from aesthetic scrutiny.

ChatGPT

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New poems

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Monday, October 12, 2026

More important than

More important than if you use this or you use that is what you aim to achieve by using them.

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The terms

A poem should not always supply the terms of its reconciliation.

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Abstractions

Abstractions are softer, gentler, kinder. And generally more honest.

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Sunday, October 11, 2026

I have been my own (Porchia)

I have been my own disciple and my own master. And I have been a good disciple but a bad master.

Antonio Porchia, Voices

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Distraction

Distraction, bane of cognition, is so close to death. And so close to life.

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Saturday, October 10, 2026

A poem that doesn't think

I would no more read a poem that doesn't think than I would talk to a person who doesn't.

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New poems

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