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Two Poems By Gary Beck






 Emotional eunuchs guard
 the portals of poetry
 and arbitrarily judge
 who is allowed to enter.
 Armed with the weapons of style,
 they have forgotten substance.
 In the safety of college
 they are immune to the struggle
 that consumes mankind daily,
 and prefer a metaphor
 to an unadorned statement.
 They never seem to wonder
 why people no longer feel
 a thrill reading poetry.



Perfection is a fantasy
that foolish minds babble of
when less rooted in reality,
or absorbed in escapism.
At our human best we often err
and our failings are more extensive
then our taken-for-granted virtues.
Goodness is far less exciting
than the squalid titillation
of unadulterated evil,
which is demonstrated daily
in the media presentations
of every kind of horrendous crime,
arson, rape, assault, robbery,
and nothing appeals as much to viewers
as a marriage ending murder.
We spectate with as much delight
as patrons of the Roman Games,
diverted from daily problems
by unscrupulous tyrants.
Baser elements of human nature
are eminently exploitable
and we must constantly struggle
to resist the temptation
to succumb to moral decay.


Gary Beck Shares...

Gary Beck has spent most of his adult life as a theater director and worked as an art dealer when he couldn't earn a living in the theater. He has also been a tennis pro, a ditch digger and a salvage diver. His original plays and translations of Moliere, Aristophanes and Sophocles have been produced Off Broadway and toured colleges and outdoor performance venues. He currently lives in New York City, where he's busy writing fiction and his short stories have recently appeared in numerous literary magazines. "My motivation for these poems comes from an ongoing commitment to political, social and cultural awareness."