A friend writes:
Which poem do you like best?
And he mentions Ezra Pound, who
said that less
is more.
I guess I
like the shorter one the best.
I want to sense the holes in
existence.
Less, less:
pare away
words, thoughts, images, and sounds.
Pare away feelings, and the
self, go well
past Pound.
Pare away
until nothing is left but
truth. And if truth is gone too,
nothingness
is fine.
I wrote back:
I like the shortest
one best.