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Last night I couldn’t sleep, so here is a villanelle.

A Better Man

A better man would turn to lead to test

the movement of the leaves in human show

the half-life of the human heart at rest.

A better question than he’d ever guessed

is the logic and direction of the snows.

A better man would turn to lead to test.

The passion of the waves upon the crest,

with purpose readied, will presuppose

the half-life of the human heart at rest.

The mysteries of the stars that wink in jest

and fall for beauty, beauty commanding so,

a better man would turn to lead to test.

Who gives up that by which he is possessed

will quit his lab and run to love to know

the half-life of the human heart at rest.

Til one should bring him love, by Love’s request,

his sought-for sun is angling in the close.

A better man would turn to lead to test

the half-life of the human heart at rest.

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In Memoriam: Bloch-style

Here lies Peter Bloch

A giant man with a tiny smock

that he uses to cover his shirt when he paints

and hangs on the hook when he ain’t

Peter visited us in Irving

but drove away (the car was swerving)

Now we miss him very much

I hope to see him again, and such

Postmodernism isn’t dead, and neither is Taylor Swift.

So don’t you see, / you belong with me.” So ends the refrain of Taylor Swift’s “You Belong with Me,” a thoughtful consideration of the ironies of young love. The delightfully unreliable speaker Swift employs laments her unrequited feelings for a boy who has chosen another over her, citing that, while the other “wears short skirts” and “high heels,” and she “t-shirts” and “sneakers”, she should be preferred based on the fact that she is “the one who understands [him].” The speaker further elaborates that her adversary is “cheer captain” and she is “on the bleachers.” A laugh track is employed to emphasize the irony that the speaker fails, even based on this extreme evidence, to understand why the boy has made the obvious choice. Her simplicity is further highlighted by the use of a trite chord structure, a boorish rhythm, and an apostrophic form, even though it is obvious that the subject of address is absent. The use of such peevish forms to underscore so silly a comparison could be called heavy-handed, were it not for the graceful levity of Swift’s verse. The speaker’s preoccupation with knowledge’s connection to love causes her even to misapprehend reality. She commits the psychological fallacy of transference in thinking she has not “seen [the boy’s smile] in a while.” The listener is of course aware of who is smiling and who isn’t. We smirk at the absurd notion that she “[knows him] better than that,” and hope only for the sake of gratitude that Swift’s smirk is even larger. Her depth of insight remind us all of the salvific of pop music.

[Prior to the publication of this review, the laugh track was removed. Some argue that this move was made in order to emphasize the poem’s rhythmic and tonal structures, but it is the opinion of this critic that such a truncation shows her true commitment to meta-art, as well as cements her as one of the most daring, unflinching satirists of our time. One wishes he had three hands to clap with.]

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