Slouching...
From an idea suggested by Robert Graves in
On English Poetry
I. Thesis
Formalist poetry to attention stands
In ordered meters, ranks and files and lines
Of scansion as determined by disciplined minds
And set in place through skillful strategy
II. Antithesis
Other poetry slouches indolently, insolently with its louche trilby askew
Sleeping late, smoking cigarettes,
sauntering off
for a beer
Through scansion as admitted by the heart or the pancreas or something
And seldom set in place at all unless it just sort of happens
III. A Perhaps Unnecessary but Useful Conjunction
But
IV. Synthesis
All poems ramble the same neighborhood
In quest of the true, the beautiful, the good
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It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.
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