The poet is like a litteratus reading in the time of Augustine. We are like those who would listen at the door. But, perhaps we think he is simply talking to himself. We mistake the words for his own, we mistake him for a soliloquist or a lunatic or an author at dictation.
Imaginary ordinary
I will now promote my new musical album.
I even made cover art. Effort. C'mon, people. "Click it and kick it."
© Will Keillor 2011
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