A New Kind of Madness

Side note, the Middle English term for crazy was "mooned."

If only I could remember who said it's a mad mad mad mad world. *

Jonathan Winters?

Lovely, Bill

This moves me. *

Never obtuse. Not you. Brilliant, more like.*

Wonderful barrage.

"I applauded the bizarre in nature
I appropriated the gratuitous from dreams
I drank brashness and frenzy from books"

Wow, Bill. Haunted by a new madness. Great piece. *

Wonderful.

I just noted to someone yesterday that when you are young you succeed at anything because you don't know you can't. When you get older you do nothing because you see how many ways you can fail.

Loved this. Thank you.

Lxx

I usually expect either clever form play or emotional resonance, but never saw someone pull off both equally.*

Should have done Halloween in New Orleans. Madness indeed. *

Enjoyed.

Thanks all who commented and liked!

what mad things I wrote!
(unlisted bliss is insistence intersticed)*

Also, the couple in bed deserved it! How dared they?!
I believe I would have done the same. And so would Hardaway and Rasnake and Paust.

Odd. I fell in love with lunacy in my old age. *

A harrowing poem. I felt every turn.*

Thanks you, Gita, Jake, and Emily, for your comments and likes.

*, Bill. So good. The opening pulled me in and I'm so glad it did.

"in my youth I was enamored of the moon
—that is to say, lunacy

Thanks, David! Appreciate it very much.

I am a real lover of memory. So I love it that memory is a figure (almost) in this poem, and I think I love the moon, too, for itself and its mythic appearances in poems. *

Thanks, Ann!

Wow! What moves me the most is "so I became careful." You make me ache for that. *

Oh my god, this is fucking beautiful.

Thanks you, Beate! Thank you, Jane! Love both of your comments.