Sublimation

I browsed in the bookstore the other day.
George Will’s latest book was on display.
My bowels formed into bigger and bigger knots.
I churned up my spite for Will once more.
I became bilious again over poor old George.

I looked more closely at his picture on the dust jacket –
my mind was rocked by a blinding thought
about why I’ve really despised him so, these many years:
It’s not for his ideas so-called, his pandering to power,
but because he looks so much like a fellow I once saw
long ago with a woman whom I fancied I loved.

Are our vaunted intellectual stances,
our imperious moral attitudes
no more than limbic emotions, drives
dressed up in elegant trappings?

I’m still perplexed by this, so I write.

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2012

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