3/2   Looking at a recent poem, how it starts coming down on all 4 feet, referential but visceral:

“like mozart on chinese guitars, what jazz is to stradivarius,

always someone toiling,    bent over,    hands out of control,

the government saying all our clocks are wrong so change them”

wrote earlier how poetry’s possibilities/evolution are severely behind those of others media, such as music and visual arts. you usually can’t just encounter a painting gradually—BLAM, it’s all there. poems are one word or line at a time, with the implicit of easing the redder in, setting the stage. given poem’s length, they don’t need intros or preludes, so to provide such is to muddy the waters, to mix tonalities, to add unnecessary elements/angle. the opening lines give an indication of what dimensions our perceptions will/can interact to/with