These so-called poems are, as calculatedly evaluated, organized, & executed as I am capable, gambits, gambles, which I don’t merely make, then watch how they’ll turn out, but which I cultivate, shepherd, & manage, to the slight extent I’m capable. (And I keep working at becoming more capable.)

Many of these so-called poems have been posted or published, in the USA or elsewhere, 50, 40, 30, 20, 10 years ago, or more & more recently.

I’m clever enough, & I try to be clever, crafting them—but the cleverness is not the essence, & I am not competing for acclaim as a clever person. I am frankly trying to change your mind, to your advantage, & everyone else’s with whom you interact, who is not thriving at the expense of whoever can’t prevent it.

In that way, I mean to change the world for the better, irrevocably, whatever anyone thinks, doesn’t think, says, or doesn’t say.

So I am very careful to deploy only what I come, scrupulously, to believe is of real use to you & to everyone who does not thrive at the expense of whoever can’t prevent it—& those among their victims who have, in their hearts & minds, pledged allegiance to them, & serve them—including as their enforcers.

Occasionally, I write a new so-called poem so good, it seems to me, that I replace the one that I can most bear to part with, or change this or that one in accordance with new understanding or insight. As I am not a success, but not a failure, either—not dead yet, still budding deeds, more & more effective (at least, that’s the intention)—so, this collection & its consequences are developing.

Of course, without your attention & response, nothing has happened, & nothing is happening.

These so-called poems, which cost more to bring to life than anyone is likely to be able to imagine, are for your use. I beg you: use them.



2 Responses to “Preface”

  1. Kelly Mahan Jaramillo Says:

    I do not like facebook much, and often stay off of it for days, I only go on to read something interesting on in a language group I belong to.

    But once on……I have to resist getting sucked into the tornado of humanity, because hours later I will look up and have missed a beautiful sunset, in exchange for lots of political opinion, some interesting articles, more political opinion, some humor, and more political opinion.

    By then I will have joined in the commotion, and when I finally log off, I will wonder where my day/week/month/the season went.

    However, I have occasionally put one of your “So-Called Poems” up as my “status” and then I leave it there for a long time.

    If I am lucky, maybe two people will read it, and I will feel good for them. But ultimately I am selfish, I put it up for me because it helps me to not get swept up in the cyber-chaos, if the first words I read are yours.

    As always, Eric, thank you.

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