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Iowa City, Je Reviens As Denis Diderot put it (I translate recklessly) It'd be better to be crazy among the mad than to be sane alone. I remember standing in front of the iron elevator door which even then was forty years old waiting to ascend to the bowels of academic fright. I blew the exam and blew still another due to short circuitry involving linear logic and the romance of sleight-of-mind. I remember the posthumous advice of --again-- Monsieur Diderot upon the loss of my haunted Irish girl; "... Love robs those who have it of their wit and gives it to those who have none..." Je reviens, Iowa City, je reviendrai. |
Additional Notes:
This poem, in slightly different versions, was published in "Bee Hive" and in "Longitudes."
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