Plato, we face the
New Year with fear and trembling. Look!
The nose bulbous, neck
wrinkled, self-hatred
staring back as I shave. Yet
our empty heart brims
over with stupid
pleasure. The last mystery,
the indecent joy
I’m subject to from
the bottom of things. Look! Your
Socrates in drag.
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Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Cranston RI and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. He can be reached at tom.develyn@comcast.net. D'Evelyn has a PhD in Comparative Literature from UC Berkeley. Before retiring he held positions at The Christian Science Monitor, Harvard University Press, Boston University and Brown University. He ran a literary agency for ten years, publishing books by Leonard Nathan and Arthur Quinn, among others. Before moving to Portland OR he was managing editor at Single Island Press, Portsmouth NH. He blogs at http://tdevelyn.com and other sites.
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