WEBVTT 00:00:00.000 --> 00:00:01.500 align:middle line:90% 00:00:01.500 --> 00:00:02.500 align:middle line:90% Where we at? 00:00:02.500 --> 00:00:06.000 align:middle line:90% 00:00:06.000 --> 00:00:08.010 align:middle line:90% I'm going to-- let's see. 00:00:08.010 --> 00:00:12.750 align:middle line:84% I think I'm going to read three more poems. 00:00:12.750 --> 00:00:17.210 align:middle line:84% And this one-- there are a lot of sonnets 00:00:17.210 --> 00:00:19.580 align:middle line:84% in this book, which I wasn't even 00:00:19.580 --> 00:00:23.780 align:middle line:90% aware of as I was writing them. 00:00:23.780 --> 00:00:25.860 align:middle line:90% It's a wonderful form. 00:00:25.860 --> 00:00:30.560 align:middle line:84% But one of the things I argue against all the time 00:00:30.560 --> 00:00:35.000 align:middle line:84% is the assumption that a sonnet has to be a love poem. 00:00:35.000 --> 00:00:38.810 align:middle line:84% And so this sonnet is in a group-- 00:00:38.810 --> 00:00:44.880 align:middle line:84% a section in the book called "Eight Angry Odes," 00:00:44.880 --> 00:00:47.300 align:middle line:90% a contradiction in terms or not. 00:00:47.300 --> 00:00:50.570 align:middle line:84% And it's called "A Sonnet for the Sonnet." 00:00:50.570 --> 00:00:53.540 align:middle line:90% 00:00:53.540 --> 00:00:58.970 align:middle line:84% "You have occupied the rose garland throne for so long. 00:00:58.970 --> 00:01:03.650 align:middle line:84% No one remembers a time when love wasn't a portable feast, 00:01:03.650 --> 00:01:08.420 align:middle line:84% metaphorical conceits sung to the gimpy tread of a heart 00:01:08.420 --> 00:01:09.860 align:middle line:90% beat. 00:01:09.860 --> 00:01:14.360 align:middle line:84% That true rhyme equals contentment, a neatened song 00:01:14.360 --> 00:01:17.270 align:middle line:90% we've learned to yearn for. 00:01:17.270 --> 00:01:20.690 align:middle line:84% My dumpling, that is entirely your doing. 00:01:20.690 --> 00:01:23.420 align:middle line:84% A glittering fait accompli, we've 00:01:23.420 --> 00:01:26.210 align:middle line:84% been duped into trying to make reality 00:01:26.210 --> 00:01:30.890 align:middle line:84% complete with lute plucked warbling under a moon splashed 00:01:30.890 --> 00:01:32.950 align:middle line:90% lattice. 00:01:32.950 --> 00:01:34.570 align:middle line:90% Let's face it. 00:01:34.570 --> 00:01:40.000 align:middle line:84% Love is messy, or boring, or hurts like hell, 00:01:40.000 --> 00:01:42.940 align:middle line:90% and then it's gone. 00:01:42.940 --> 00:01:46.810 align:middle line:84% Even when we're satisfied, beyond the garden gate, 00:01:46.810 --> 00:01:52.630 align:middle line:84% the rest waits, all those years you never thought to mention. 00:01:52.630 --> 00:01:54.850 align:middle line:84% No matter how the cake is sliced, 00:01:54.850 --> 00:01:58.170 align:middle line:90% some choice bits break off. 00:01:58.170 --> 00:02:03.540 align:middle line:84% It's nearly wide enough for two, this sugar coated ledge. 00:02:03.540 --> 00:02:09.680 align:middle line:84% We clamber on for one more lick of the jagged edge." 00:02:09.680 --> 00:02:12.118 align:middle line:90%