Being useless is kind of like that,
MORE THAN ONCE,
EXPLORING OPTIONS FOR ENTERING THE CANON//Nourishing an extended study of Muriel Rukeyser//What resources available to the poem sit by our elbows, careful of the nearby coffee cup?//Extending the poem? Hesitations line up like children waiting for school lunches, sliding their trays like conveyor belts, monotony serving up monotony. So many flavor-starved ways to extend the offering that cancels fear and its limitations.
COOL THE WATER, WAKE THE TEA