The Jurisdiction of Poets
Posted on February 8, 2008
The dogs are playing poker in the basement
And the sound of northwestern winter is on the TV again
A baby screams hallelujah, heralding a bright new beginning
But it’s hard to conceive of or believe in any future at all
I don’t often pretend to be a poet, but Frank Tedesso inspired me today. It’s not just the richness of his words, but also the thick, tangible longing in his distinctive human voice that gets me. When someone says, “The wormy laws of men are overthrown by the beautiful argument of a song,” can you find it within yourself to disagree? Given the shitstorm of lies and foisted pragmatism that constitute the quixotic life of a carrot-chasing mule, I often forget the power of such eternally truthful postulates and the freedom of spirit and voice whence they spring… but I’m fortunate that there are still true poets to remind me of them.
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