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"For Pleasure and Pain" by Kenton K. Yee

  • Apr 4, 2025
  • 1 min read

Updated: Apr 7, 2025


To the physicist and artist, both sides


of the coin are the same: truth-beauty


reduced to particle-waves, images


arranged for pleasure and pain.


Noone knows what’s inside. Spun


or tossed, the coin is coy, only showing


head and tail but never what’s inside.


Degas said he paints not what he sees


but what would make you see, perhaps


a universe where stars are black, black


holes white, Diane Seuss packs the Rose


Bowl, Taylor Swift not even a bookstore.




Kenton K. Yee’s recent poems appear (or will soon) in Kenyon Review, Threepenny Review, Cincinnati Review, RHINO, Quarterly West, Plume Poetry, Indianapolis Review, Slipstream, I-70 Review, and Rattle, among others. Kenton writes from Northern California.




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