XXIX

Plug in energeia to guarded language
There remains folly if you take my meaning
Do you right now face of tribunal charged with
Strict contrapunctus

Senex Pound's here-valent refusals no more
Vanities than Plato's tendentious troping
Soul's perusal eyes of discernment long since
Hazy in focus

So much here well turned as to meaning act now
Truths uncomely witness in things most proper
There are few that lucky if you should count them
Sign the occasion

Briefed at hazard scramble the brittle crystal
Bough from saltmine Stendhal has made so much of
Titan arum rotten Sumatran splendour
Passion of substance

Silicon meltdowns freeze communication
Rabelais forecast in his mute phonetics
Find poetics' entrails exposed as at the
Pompidou Centre

Reinstatement held to recuse this statement
Ignorance madness being springs of action
Cannot you hear yourself as I can saying
Yes I would burn books

XLVII

Since by death came sexual death's erection
Let the hung-up accolade just suffice it
Do not now play too much for love the four-horned
Lyre of betrayal

Granted fictions mark we can talk the truth out
Metaphor's late wardrobe malfunction | granted
We admire its lustrous celebrity hair
Given the treatment

When affinities are released to strangeness
I am not with you in this burthened fable
Is it so well proven we fell together
Ex pupillari:

Neither begging time off for erudition
Doubting even where we should look for help | not
Mystical Strindberg not Kokoschka with The
Nature of Visions —

Whose interstice is it admits the fine point
Try that staunch wound-dresser the wound itself try
Mastering judgement when the highest prizes
Fall to hysterics:

Poppies plough-torn blaze into grand remonstrance
That is nature reigning obliviously
Though not insentient and in place of labour —
Ours — for survival