I admit it, I am utterly convinced that those who wield the pen ultimately control the world; they control its design and its fate, for better or for worse. I'm not always true to this conviction, which you might think would keep me scurrying around looking for the Next Great Poet, something I, in fact, don't do. Or perhaps you might expect that I would at least realize that the Bushes and the Rumsfelds and the Blairs and the Saddams and the Saudis and all the rest of that tiresome ilk are not worth following in their weavings and schemings. … Continue reading Poets and Caesars