Jacques recognised many of the poets they were mentioning however he did not like poetry too much. They preferred to use figurative language instead of being straight forward and when they were being straight forward people analysed things that weren't there. This was also a problem he found with regular pieces of literature, they couldn't just be, there always had to be something extra attached to them. That was the appeal of such things too, the weirder they were the more recognisable. Like the two dead boys poem. Utter baloney but everyone knew it, could anyone analyse it though? No, he didn't think so. Maybe someone had done so but he felt it was purposely a nonsense poem so people couldn't analyse it. Maybe the writer, who's remained anonymous felt the need to mess with everyones head.


Jacques raised his hand, though he was usually shy to speak because of his speech, he liked the topic at hand. "Ivan Khemnitser," His voice was nasally due to the impediment caused by his deafness, "He wrote a poem cawled, The Lion's Council of State." She had simply asked for the poet but he went ahead and gave her the name of the specific poem he was speaking of. He went ahead and dropped his hand again then leaned back in his chair.