You'll Burn Every Book, Char Every Page, Burn Every Word to Ash, and Therein Lies Your Real Fear

In mid september, it's going to be the annual, american library associations annual band book week. In two thousand and nine, your poem, which is titled manifesto, was used as the week's actual manifesto. And it ends this way because it it's uniquely relevant to day quo, a word to the unwise. Torch every book, char every page, burn, every word to ash. Ideas are incombustible, and therein lies your real fear.