Tag Archives: Jason Visconti

Why You Can’t Bullshit A Philosophy Paper

by Jason Visconti

There’s a line I remember in a poem
About thinking quietly alone in a studio

In the shade of good judgment–
The line goes on to milk the craft of the writer,

How can he prop up a veritable judge?
Slam his hands on the table telling a popular fable?

In any case the moral is already won.



Why I Didn’t Attend My Funeral

by Jason Visconti

I knew it wouldn’t turn up

Or even a smidgeon of grief–
Everything off the letter

When the eulogy begins to presume a rhythm
(Even in the box my counterpart snorts)

The masses refusing to weep
The consummate dialogue blunted by second-take tilts of the cheek

And always a pause in the orator
You and I both create.