"Oh, My God!" [by Billy Collins] in imagining that teenage girls who utter that outburst capriciously are deeply devout. ("Wherever they go/prayer is woven into their talk/like a bright thread of awe.") The deliberate jumble of clichés in "Adage" is another jab at linguistic lassitude. ("A wise man once said that love/was like forcing a horse to drink/but then everyone stopped thinking of him as wise.")
from The New York Times: Tripping To and Fro, Happily Skewering Poetry
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