Literary Journalism, April Poem One
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Half past A Fool’s Day passes away, on Greenwich Mean Mind-
Line Time, another Ism’s Pope, who fooled no one for a quarter
Century. Passing a Sabbath Cedar Meal or Last Rights.
We heard nothing about one billion worshipers’ worries two days ago.
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Only plastic ropes of dead Terry-Torn Woman for 15 years, yet
tying up all “The TV News” offers. Even a black out on Final
American Royalty in Late Princess Grace’s Husband, a giant Monarch
of Monaco unsettled dying bed day. So Truly American? Tax Refugees welcome!
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Why sadness in Catholic Cultured man on this first balmy April
clear evening in West L.A.? Knowing this is A Paradise Pope’s pray to stay.
I know by forty-two that a last gasp of John Paul II will blow into
one new baby’s lungs into an Earthly Life. As J.P. dies the Newborn Cries!
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April Poem Two
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Fools filled Disneyland’s Los Angeles baseball, owned by a Moreno
of my own surname, with “other” Los Angeles Dodgers team still
not winning the “Freeway Series.” Bono also played Disney Pond
this night for 20,000 fans, not baseball band but Corporate Beggar?
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Judicious slang says, “U2″ is now too Legit to Quit!” As the
obituary section features giant trees of the 20th Century fall.
Also Robert Creely at 78 years; never answering one Question
posed here in 38 years of full-time teaching, full of 60 books:
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April Poem Three
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“What are Poets for?” (What are Philosophers for?) What IS Poetry!”
Advertising has accepted “form following function” or “ideas informing formats”
in Original Literary Work; but only as the River Knows what flows where!
Not retail regalia any more than bending and bowing for
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Welfare Poetry jobs, as criticism books count as “authored”
by a glass-eyed Creely. This will Kill the Poet’s “Finely Informed”
Finding Mind. No exceptions to a Writing Truth Rule, formerly
only for Enlightenment, as New Literary Journalism means destroying Whrits!
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