Aging

I am aging

But I don’t feel like it

I’m as full of life as I was at 20

But young people remind me of my age

When they have no interest in what I have to say

My body reminds me of my age

When it gets stiff, strains, twists, sprains

Days get better

I am happier, more content

Bothered by less

More pleasant

With age

Aging is a good thing

True, death is nearer

I don’t fear it

I’ve had a good run

Given life my best shot

I expect to be here a while yet

Aging is a good thing

Life is a good thing

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Critical Theory

Critical Theory

Poetry is about the imagination

Language is about itself

Words about words

Art is about form, hue, and value

There is something in that

But not the whole

Words come from other words in a sequence

But why the sequence?

And why the form, hue, and value?

Meaning clothes itself in words, form, hue, and value

We read, we view

We bring meaning to the meaning

Which is clothed in word, form, hue, and value

–Neither meaning unviewed wholly

Nor the reader’s meaning wholly

Neither exclusively words about language

Nor exclusively the readers’ meaning

But an encounter, dialogue, relationship

There’s something of the artist in art

And we come away more that we were

After reading, after viewing

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