Contempories and Snobs

Contempories and Snobs

BY PRAGEETA SHARMA

There's a structure for idiocy—lamplight—

all over the nation; it's an illumination

with such sheer creative force it is misrecognized genius.

I have misunderstood people's duplicitous ways—their lightbulbs—

as righteous forms of complexity;

not calculated obfuscations.

Much like the voice in a poem that insists it sing

the most important seer of light.

Am I providing this luxury as well?

Or is this my radical assertion in order to

call into question what an aesthetic authority looks like?

(That's my problem with the poem these days.)

(The light in my office flickers on and off—the lamp is broken.)

I see no enlightenment here, much like I see my acquaintances:

bright lights and night lights.

The fragility of the intellectual is the same as the poet's:

It's all about the I and its desperate sense of the we