Right Not Right At All


is at best
a mild form of
mental disturbance.
The further
to the right
the more
the symptoms.

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on May 29, 2017, in Prose With Pretensions and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.

  1. Hating change of any kind must mean something isn’t right.

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  2. Not long ago a poet whom I admired for his skill with traditional verse forms posted a rant about how much he hated the haters, by which he meant liberals, progressives, and all of those of that ilk. It was, of course, a mean, dark rant filled with a hate that startled me. I don’t hate that poet. He is still skilled with traditional verse forms. He still has mastered what is, to me, high art. But, of course, he is artless, a spirit with craft that really has no substance that I can really accept. I accept his right to live in the world, but reject his conclusions. But they leave me with an uncomfortable sense of deep sadness.

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