Two minds diverge --
classification
and news.
The way a piece
fits into the muzzle
of that angry dog:
poetics.
Or how it cannot
be fitted
with clothes or mittens
as it is a new type
a new dimension
a heretofore unimagined
mechanism for connection.
Which way does the wind slow
the winding river enough to
grab the unspecified fish?
Cycle through these pedias
and develop a theory of
aesthetics, without regard
to quantity, as quality is
a function of only the
number won.
Genres post their own
moderns with more
stamps than an act
of distinction, it's
a sameness tax
levied from far away.
Is that what we're doing
here and there?
Or are we building
new entries
fresh ways of seeing
that must one day
give in to the map.
Roman Ryan 