Morning Poetry

We must risk delight. We can do without pleasure, but not delight. Not enjoyment. We must have the stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthless furnace of this world. To make injustice the only measure of our attention is to praise the Devil.

Jack Gilbert, A Brief for the Defense

I got on the internet yesterday afternoon and saw nonstop stories of death, cruelty, and corruption. Shootings. Injustice. Insults masquerading as entertainment. I felt sick and I still do. It’s like drinking poison. You try to limit the dose, but there is no safe amount.

Less internet. More poetry. But how much less will do? At this moment, I want a cave and some explosives to seal the entrance.


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