You send me your poems,
I’ll send you mine.
Things tend to awaken
even through random communication
Let us suddenly
proclaim spring. And jeer
at the others,
all the others.
I will send a picture too
if you will send me one of you.
The Conspiracy
Analysis, meaning and summary of Robert Creeley's poem The Conspiracy
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I’ve been trying to write a poem all day called “Mock Orange,” Bob, I promise.
Did you see that shit about ossified Olson? Well?
we must start communicating. The Channels have been professionally rewired. Spooks haunt the circuits, cables, air. A poet who engages the shadow is darker for doing so. And closer to revealing how a lasting light will one day bring them down for good. Open your eyes.