The policeman protects your home. The poet tries to find someone home and say hello. In this society, we reward police, not poets.
Our homes are safe, but there's no one home.
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Let me ask you a purely academic question: Hello?
— Dean Blehert
— Dean Blehert
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- In Support of the Space Program
- One Way to Write a Poem
- And also to say "I told you so!"
- Committees, Capacitors and Capricious Derivations
- Mystery
- Procrastination
- Discuss Among Yourselves
- A Use for Art
- At Home
- Traffic Court (Abridged)
- Wisdom Over Wit
- A Note From The Forest
- 26 Characters in Search of a Play
- Bodies and the Single Spiritual Being
- Adventure
- Pappy Always Used to Say...
- A Longish Riff on "What Is It About Judaism?"
- Neatness
- Fatal Exclamations
- Why Stop There?
- No One Home
- Individuals and Groups
- An Odd Thought After Dying
- A Bright Idea for Poetry Readings
- A Very Limited Way to Handle Sadness
- Nailing Down the Spirit
- Tabulating a Life
- Protesting Protest Songs
- A Needy God
- Critics and Monkeys
- Having to Have an Opinion
- A Proud and Free People
- TeenScream
- Immortals Are Least To Be Feared
- You're In Good Hands With Monsanto and ADM
- Graffiti
- Compelled Agreement
- Poetry Syndrome
- The Seemy Side
- Magic?
- Alien Logic
- Philosophy is Forgetting to Know
- Being With One Who Has Lost Someone
- Human Rights -- How?
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