All agents must have agency
in order for all actions took.
An actor needs a listening crowd
or else the stage deserts them, still.
If we provide one or the two,
we lie on side with coming fate.
By taking seats or typing tweets, our
muster is for derring done.
It seems unknowns might be achieved
when we smile in complicit glee.
A poem that stemmed from a word which has become ubiquitous within criticism and non-fiction recently: agent. No longer possessing a single meaning in relation to someone who acts on your behalf in a trustful and beneficent way, it seems to have supplanted words previously used such as player, party, intermediary and representative. In linguistic terms, that’s no problem whatsoever – that language morphs and endlessly changes is a beautiful fact of life – but when used to cloak or cloud actions and impulses, it seems ambiguous and therefore dangerous.