Poetry is the wrong art for people who love justice. It is not like dance music. Painting is the wrong art for people who love justice. It is not like science fiction. Epics are good for people who love war. Movies are good for people who love war. Information is the poetry of the people who love war. Poetry is the information of the people who love war but are shy about this. You should know something: that feed is your poem. One has only little slivers of the self-directed life. At first,a pie chart, then something else: there is a brute in these rooms and apartments and duplexes and trailers and shared houses and single-family houses and estates. The brute is not human, but like a bear, if a bear were a shadow, and ten times bigger than a bear. This brute like a shadow and a bear not a human is named
survival-life. The brute is always saying something, is always paraphrasing Hannah Arendt, all-like give me the labor of your body, not the work of your hands. At first I was going to suggest he grows bigger as one gets older, but this might only suggests the relative luxury of my initial circumstance. There are children who fall asleep every night in that bear's arms. My favorite arts are the ones that can a. move your body or b. propose a new world. What at first kept me enthralled wasn't justice, it was justice-like waves, and a set of personal issues, like aestheticizing and the limitations of reading lists before the digital age. .
