Theoryland
2006-04-25 21:41:16
I tried twice to enter Canto I of this poem but can't find it. We have to be resourceful, right? So here's what I'd most like to share right now (my poem packaged as blog)!
I: AMBITION
Clarity is the cruelest mode,
patients aetherized on the table must be code.
How then do I hide my hermeneutic rear
as I fashion a career?
How do I swell a progress, start a fad or two?
Advise the Dean, like me an eager goose?
Ambitious too, so he hates to be of use....
In the rooms the critics come (continued...)
