Perhaps, for all his blue-hued brilliance,
Dewey is too nearly hope-free, full of moral monsters
bent on success at any price at a time when,
in our real world, success is hogged by few
and hope squelched for all.
Just too terribly twee, fragile to readily embrace,
rigorously and massively whimsical and oblique.
His intensely limited and selective way
of examining his position in life and our world
suggests delusional naïveté
and a decidedly self-deceptive way of preparing
for eventuality in a manner no more productive
or pulled together than is common
among the smug self-absorption
of unmotivated undergrads.”