by phillipw | Jun 7, 2025 | Uncategorized
The Oriental Watercolorist The painter went out early in the day To find the flowers, the leaves, the insects, fruits And birds to paint. He used the dew to play With ink, to brush pastel the April shoots. If apples were the point, he nearly hid Them. Other...
by phillipw | Jun 5, 2025 | Uncategorized
Straight Jacket and Mystic Anchorite’s Cell “a movement that can be moved (in speech or thought) is not an eternal movement.” ~ a paraphrase of Rôshi “Again, we have in this handwriting [a particular example of calligraphy by Takuan] a perfect example of the ‘law’ of...
by phillipw | Jun 4, 2025 | Uncategorized
The Toot of All Evil Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The angels seldom sing. Just one small text, By John alone, says they create a song Or melody. The painters were so vexed About...
by phillipw | Jun 4, 2025 | Uncategorized
The Royal Servant Inside You Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Lift up your mind. Lift up its present, past— And springtime promises, the future. Flowers...
by phillipw | Jun 4, 2025 | Uncategorized
The First Sonnet Sequence in English: Anne Locke’s “A Meditation of a Penitent Sinner” It makes perverted sense that first of all This sonnet sequence is a set of pleas Pathetic as confession in a crawl Up Roman steps, the grovelling done on knees And in each sicko...
