Thinking about Bobby Fischer and how much of his fame (the good aspects of it, minuse the paranoia and the antisemitism coming from the son of a Jewish mother) depends largely on a political paradigm that doesn't exist anymore (if it ever did depending on your political leanings). And so, a poem, and a return to the hay(na)ku form.
[Update: This poem was recently published in The Mad Poets Review. Click here for more information.]
2 comments:
The last three tercets provide a brilliant ending.
Thanks, man.
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