Another Beautiful Day in Texas

Another beautiful day in Texas. I think I did see some sun yesterday. But what difference does it make? Maybe the lack of sun can depress people, but if the wife is happy and the kid takes four minutes to explain how the batmobile has five 'shooter-rockets' to get the bad guys, the only thing to worry about is whether the roof is leaking.

I worked up a phrase to explain what baffles me about many poets writing these days; They write poetry to write poetry. Although there is absolutely nothing poetical, no poetry in the poem, they call it poetry and write it--and, I guess, as if it is poetry...to them. And I think they believe it. Non-poetry has the effect of the mob-effect. As the poet says,

The power is in numbers, not the truth.