Good evening, John.
I have been wanting to sit with you
and talk things through
idiomatically, of course
for a long time now.
Can we speak openly?
Oh, yes, I would love some tea.
Now, let's get down to it.
How did you do it?
How did you milk and juice your mind
and end up in front of a typewriter
with none of that liquid curdled?
When I pour heavy cream
onto a grapefruit
it's a mess.
Perhaps that's why they say
that your style
is no style to learn.
You did that thing
that cryptographers dream of:
you created an indisputable, inconsequential,
unrepeatable series of fragments
that could not be expanded
into progress or poetics.
I love you for that.
For proving that
uselessness can be
the true way
and that a few other people
might see verve cutting through insensibility
and regard it with caution
and respect.
Roman Ryan 