Hills passed in the dark without seeing them
Brueghel, as immediate as the tableau of one’s own childhood
We carry our minds on top of our trunks like a saucer
And he smokes cigarettes defiantly as though his life depended on it
Nabokov’s definition holds up perfectly, “A philistine is a full-grown person whose interests are of a material and commonplace nature, and whose mentality is formed of the stock ideas and conventional ideals of his or her group and time”
New poetry by DE Steward.