by phillipw | Apr 15, 2020 | AN, PO
Myths of Poetry The early words of poetry arose From darkness in the depths of throat and lungs In caves and mixed with burning air. The bows And arrows in the shadows gave the tongues That sang the blood and flesh which chanting needs. Or else out on a...
by phillipw | Apr 15, 2020 | CH, PR, RO
Unmasked I never dreamed I’d be a drag queen on God’s Grand Canal, a golden-nylon-haired One with the face of Princess Di, a swan That Dalí would be proud of, if he dared. I never dreamed I’d be impregnated By Charles, the Prince of Wales, while riding...
by phillipw | Apr 15, 2020 | CA, MO, RO
Meaning through Cosmic Hush like Unheard Throat Singing ‘If you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss gazes into you.’ ~ Friedrich Nietzsche The positive and negative commune. The cloven orange canyon strata yell In silence, paralyzed agony hewn And made of...
by phillipw | Apr 15, 2020 | AR
Oracular, or Delphi at its Worst* In Homer’s time, no word existed for Art. Praxiteles and Sappho had no term For it. The Greeks had not even the spore Of such a word, so Plato spoke no firm Ideals about that thing which we call art. He had too much, perhaps, to say...
by phillipw | Apr 15, 2020 | CH, ST
Giant The redwood hulks above the other trees Just here in Bracknell, right across the road From undistinguished houses. In a breeze The meaningless trunk looms as if to goad Some god that I am unacquainted with. It used to be that I remembered to Look...
