poetry, only poetry is immune to the whole
mozart gig,
it's immune to the wizard kids,
only poetry is immune to the age old ageism
of being given a status genius so early
on in life - i mean - what sort
of feelings could little mozart have
other than demonic mischief so early on in life?
where was the emotional catastrophe?
given a. he was a son of a musical composer,
an b. he probably had a tiger mommy too
- monkeys also learn to climb trees with
as much prodigious ambition as an elder
flute player giving instructions to his son* -
less idealistic poets bite the shingles...
if poetic genius is anything like that of musical
genealogies...
it's idealistic... but after keats, shelley or hart crane...
it's still the same old cold grit regime of realism.

*you have to attack the big boys...
  it's synonymous with attacking snobbery
  and the historical claustrophobia
  of: only a few ******* were apparent, the rest
  of us were statistics.