The author responded to recent poems in First and then went further with his thoughts…
“I’m on the side . . .
[of] the ones used as messages . . .
of those whose deaths are part of an estimated number . . . ”
Oh my, oh my — what to do with (lines from) poems such as this, and those by Alison Stone…Such good lines/poems — are we allowed to admire them, as well as being moved, being led to reflect, to sympathize, to cry? Might there not be something just a bit off in such admiration? But if so, then why have poems at all? Which, inevitably (for some) leads to . . . Adorno: