I’m sick of cautious lyricism
of well behaved lyricism
of a civil servant lyricism complete with time card office hours
set procedures and expressions of esteem for Mr. Boss, Sir.
I am sick of the lyricism that has to stop in midstream to look up
the precise meaning of a word.
Down with purists!
all words, especially those that everyone gets wrong
all constructions, above all exceptions to the rule
all rhythms, above all those that can’t be counted.
I am sick of philandering lyricism –
– of all lyricism that gives in to any outside force.
Besides, all this other business isn’t lyricism –
It’s accounting cosine tables a handbook for the model lover
with a hundred form letters and different ways of pleasing
I prefer the lyricism of madmen
the lyricism of drunks
the difficult and bitter lyricism of the drunk
the lyricism of Shakespeare’s clowns
I want nothing more of lyricism that isn’t liberation.