We murder to dissect.
—Wordsworth
The great truths are not discursive.
—Me
Sometimes we ask the wrong questions. No. Sometimes it’s wrong to ask questions in the first place. When I teach poetry I often introduce this famous piece by William Carlos Williams:
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
It’s fun to watch the predictable response. Eyebrows rise. [...]
