by Matt Smith
First there was nothing and then there was something.
Everything lost heat and momentum like old people do.
After that magical spark that may or may not have been triggered by God,
eight billion years or so passed in the space of a line
until the Earth coalesced.
Then, sexual energy propelled the planet
into a new age of digestion and looking around at stuff,
and eventually man emerged to politicize the whole affair.
They farted around for a bit,
nailed Jesus to a cross,
and they farted around with neater gadgets.
Ezra Pound came and went,
but not without saying,
"Don’t think any intelligent person is going to be deceived when you try to shirk all the difficulties of the unspeakably difficult art of good prose by chopping your composition into line lengths. . . ."*
*from "A Retrospect," in Literary Essays of Ezra Pound, © 1918, 1920, 1935 by Ezra Pound.
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