* <<F7G.0642>> Poetry is hard

Poetry is hard.

How can one be poetic in the world we've built?  Exultation at the 
beauty of nature – fine, but ...what does that have to do with the 
hives and hovels of the office high-rise and the income-controlled 
housing estate? The crimson sun through smoke of distant fires – 
fine, but ...what does that have to do with standards of measurement, 
particle decay, theories of information, telecommunications?  These 
sorts of things in particular – the high-rise and the tenement, 
these are dwellings, homes, workshops, and the heights and depts of 
human experience take place in and around them as ever – but these 
contemporary, abstract, technical, ideas ...how to move beyond mere 
novelty and really write artfully about them?

Give me white on black!
Give me fast forms of cool fire,
Where a million blazing strokes ignite
  where minute lightning rakes
 
  'neath the hopping tines of a serial rake,
  
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