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      August 3, 2018Little Pretty ThingsStephen Dunn

      As insects go, lacewings seem to have nothing to catapult
      them into significance, most of the time just showing off
      for the centipedes and sawflies. I imagine they envy
      wasps their ability to make a house for themselves,
      and boll-weevils their cottony usefulness. It seems
      lacewings have nothing to do but be beautiful,
      and so are dangerous. I’ve known a few
      of their human counterparts, and have been fooled
      by their slender bodies, the golden alertness
      of their eyes, and for a while have forgiven a meanness,
      even a cruelty, at their core.
      Lacewings suck the bodily fluids
      of aphids and other soft bodied creatures,
      and devour their unhatched eggs. I suppose cruelty
      has an evolutionary purpose, but whatever it is
      I’ve learned to be wary of little pretty things
      that exhibit it.
      I can see some perverse nobility
      in the Asian Tiger mosquito that needs nothing
      more than a dab of blood from a few of us
      before it lays itself down to die. And the behavior
      of the Praying Mantis after sex has become part
      of the inhuman comedy. I hear that in some cultures
      lacewings are called stinkflies because of an odor
      they emit to deter enemies. I don’t know who
      or what these enemies are, but I hope enough exist
      to save this world from creatures that stink and murder
      and look graceful, gorgeous even, in the doing.

      from #60 - Summer 2018

      Stephen Dunn

      “The poetry that ends up mattering speaks to things we half-know but are inarticulate about. It gives us language and the music of language for what we didn’t know we knew. So a combination of insight and beauty. I also liken the writing of it to basketball—you discover that you can be better than yourself for a little while. If you’re writing a good poem, it means you’re discovering things that you didn’t know you knew. In basketball, if you’re hitting your shots, you feel in the realm of the magical.”