In the flaring parks, in the speakeasies, in the hushed
academies, your murmur will applaud the
wisdom of a thousand quacks. For theirs is the
kingdom.
"A peculiar anthologic maze, an amusing literary chaos, a farrago of quotations, a mere olla podrida of quaintness, a pot pourri of pleasant delites, a florilegium of elegant extracts, a tangled fardel of old-world flowers of thought, a faggot of odd fancies, quips, facetiae, loosely tied" (Holbrook Jackson, Anatomy of Bibliomania) by a "laudator temporis acti," a "praiser of time past" (Horace, Ars Poetica 173).
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Thursday, June 17, 2021
Theirs is the Kingdom
Kenneth Fearing (1902-1961), "Conclusion," in his Selected Poems, ed. Robert Polito (New York: The Library of America, 2004 = American Poets Project, 8), pp. 30-31 (at 30):