So, after reading Roberson's City Eclogue I can't say that I am driven to love poetry.  But, with that being said, there is one line in his poems that stood out to me.   I just like the sound of it.  It goes something like this:

"The flash of polish not substance       brass not gold."

I can't tell you what it is that he is talking about, but this line strikes me.  Brass, when polished, is bright yellow. But even the dullest gold still shines with a better luster than the most polished brass.  Gold is quality, it doesn't need to be polished.  When it is, even polished brass doesn't stand a chance.

It is the lines that follow that give this line some context, still not sure what the fuck it all means.  In the very least it sounds really cool.

"The gold    on paper moving in the dark         Ink   the local brand of night and day        chauffeurs  its wealth from sight to hidden site"

I feel like the author is almost bragging about his shit here.   He's not writing in brass.  He's writing gold.  It's kinda arrogant, but I can dig that.   I've written some stuff that I read back later and am like "Damn, that's sweet."   That's just a thought though, I can't really tell what the fuck it's all about.  I will admit that I think it sounds pretty cool.

Side note, here.  In completing my first portfolio, I found that exercise that we did last week to be super duper helpful.  Pick out some random words and let a poem unfold from there.  I don't have much practice in poetry (nor interest, for that matter), but this exercise really helped me.  I don't know if I got lucky when randomly selecting words, but...some of these poems I wrote aren't half bad.