anonymous-poet

Pride is his pity, artifice his praise
A mask his virtue, and his fame a blaze;
Insult his charity, his friendship fear,
And nothing but his vanity, sincere.

Thought:

“John Ashbery once said his poetry is about ‘the experience of experience.’ Maybe my writing is about the trauma of trauma.”

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