Mind of Moog

Poetry is defined less by opacity than by negative capacity.   Things remotely intonated have the reader’s eyes awaited;   like Perseus with his mirrored shield, a reader may see what cannot be revealed.   Some say it has all been said before, yet poetry wishes to impart more;   one poem: the same, but each time new, because of all that we’ve been through.

What is Liberty, if not a sacrifice made willingly against its enemies, domestic and overseas; as an individual, in spite of war and disease, to stand bold like Pericles, saying where there is a people, a conjoined will, there is a country? A human sacrifice made generationally, against tyranny, fought heretically,  against the majority. The unity within a democracy must be individuality.