if our poets stand for nothing

If our poets stand for nothing
Then we are all fucked.

If our lullabyists, our word singers,
Our bombastic balladeers,
The sounders of rage and fury,
If they – stand for nothing,

If they come only to entertain
Then who will protect us,
From the poverty of our own thoughts?

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Categorized as musing

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

1 comment

  1. “I know that if all the Stars were to die/And I should look at an empty sky/I should find that very blankness sublime!/(Although this might take me a little time)” [W.H. Auden.]

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