Swann's WayA Poem by HighBrowCultureA proust.He had a habit of retiring casually To an Adirondack chair among the foothills of Where he wrote sestinas to debutante lovers Who never once asked for his name. And while smoking cherry plug and existentialist reefer From a clay pipe filtered with sin Exhale, he would, in Claudio fashion; proclaiming Come gentleman, let the press play sane! You see he’s got a knack for dissociation From the mechanics that worm. The parable- A fly’s eye knows too many dimensions Anent the human retina claim too many names. © 2011 HighBrowCultureReviews
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2 Reviews Added on April 28, 2011 Last Updated on April 28, 2011 AuthorHighBrowCultureVAAboutWriting to create public disorder. Even if it means crucifying a Messiah. more..Writing
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