The Way is one of deconstruction, isn’t it, looking behind the sacred books, the dogma, the ordained officials etc. to the silent apparent truth in the offing. Of course, that assumes a truth. I like the shape of the poem—the title and the opening lines raising expectations of a one traditional way semiotics and then broadening and refining the notion of a way at all, perhaps even doing away with the need for a way since the experience of death holds all the cards. Nice meditation. Dylan rhythms here and there.
The Way is one of deconstruction, isn’t it, looking behind the sacred books, the dogma, the ordained officials etc. to the silent apparent truth in the offing. Of course, that assumes a truth. I like the shape of the poem—the title and the opening lines raising expectations of a one traditional way semiotics and then broadening and refining the notion of a way at all, perhaps even doing away with the need for a way since the experience of death holds all the cards. Nice meditation. Dylan rhythms here and there.