Lumpy pudding

Judging a poem is like judging a pudding or a machine. One demands that it work. Poetry succeeds because all or most of what is said or implied is relevant; what is irrelevant has been excluded, like lumps from pudding and 'bugs' from machinery. (Wimsatt & Beardsley)

Here we celebrate the excluded, lumpy parts of the pudding!

Aug 18, 2011 4:43pm
Edward Dorn: If It Should Ever Come And we are all there together time will wave as willows do and adios will be truly, yes, laughing at what is forgotten        and talking of what’s new admiring the roses you brought. How sad. You didn’t know you were at the end thought it was your bright pear the earth, yes another affair to have been kept and gazed back on when you had slept to have been stored as a squirrel will a nut, and half forgotten, there were so many, many from the newly fallen

Edward Dorn: If It Should Ever Come

And we are all there together
time will wave as willows do
and adios will be truly, yes,

laughing at what is forgotten
        and talking of what’s new
admiring the roses you brought.
How sad.

You didn’t know you were at the end
thought it was your bright pear
the earth, yes

another affair to have been kept
and gazed back on
when you had slept
to have been stored
as a squirrel will a nut, and half
forgotten,
there were so many, many
from the newly fallen
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