Discussion about this post

User's avatar
Moon-Kite Maker's avatar

This sonnet works as satire. And yet, I also find myself thinking about the dumb sincerity of life, how creatures do indeed cliché themselves into the next generation—or into wealth, public office, the pulpit, etc. And it occurs to me, perhaps my own critical judgment could easily be portrayed as the dupe of being. Why bother sneering at platitudes when one could just as well become one?

John Muntges's avatar

Bravo!

4 more comments...

No posts

Ready for more?