In book after book, poem after poem,
many of them very short, Bronk reminds us
the ways we have to keep score don't count for much.
He doesn't call them foolish; he doesn't have to.
I think I understand, but if my understanding of Bronk
is a few degrees off, say 10 in a circle of 360,
these poems will not be false poems of Bronk
but real ones of Mayhew.
Many of these poems are not great, awkwardly written
and not memorable in themselves; there are a great many of them
and they seem to be saying the same thing over and over.
Yet someone pointing this out to us would be regarded as dumb.
Whatever Bronk was after, it is not what this person thinks.
THE HUMAN CONDITION
If there were such a thing as "the human condition"
you'd think we'd be in a good position to understand something about.