His art
is eccentricity,
His aim
how not to hit
the mark he seems to aim at,
His passion
how to avoid the obvious,
His technique
how to vary the avoidance.
The others throw
to be comprehended.
He throws to be
a moment misunderstood.
Yet not too much.
Not errant, arrant, wild,
But every seeming aberration willed.
Not to, yet still, still to communicate
Making the batter understand
too late.
----Robert Francis
Saturday, April 1, 2017
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2 comments:
Your blog is so much better when you post writing by others. Do more of it.
Why not write your own shit, Montoya? Can't?
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