by phillipw | Jul 27, 2025 | Uncategorized
Resting in Remembrance “something evermore about to be” ~ William Wordsworth, Book. VI, l. 603 – The Prelude Infinity lacks meaning till the times Of moment shine in darkness here and there Or maybe also in the darkest crimes, Black Holes defining it. The...
by phillipw | Jul 25, 2025 | Uncategorized
From Ocean Floors of Sand to Clashing Galaxies In some supernal sense, as glorious As fields of saffron-bearing flowers with heads In basking sun, men make victorious Degrees of transformation from the reds Of desert arches to those realms above, The realms of poetry,...
by phillipw | Jul 25, 2025 | Uncategorized
“culture is individual” ~ R. H. Blyth So . . . “individual” a wise man claims Is culture, never imitative or Derivative (not secondhand)? It aims To be unique, it seems, a single door Of purest gold sprung not from parents but From nothing with no predecessors in The...
by phillipw | Jul 24, 2025 | Uncategorized
Can Facebook and Such Bastards like Instagram Arrange an Advisory Panel for William Way Back When? What now should sonnets be in modern time Of TikTok and of Instagram when words Are now despised as if they were a crime, As if poetic lines are now dried turds? Some...
by phillipw | Jul 24, 2025 | Uncategorized
Felonies Against High-minded Culture What if our sonnets could be made of pics, Of teenage girls or pre-teen ones, or of The sorts that male gaze pervs, yes, such-like pricks Would fancy? What if sonnets side-lined love For visuals and vids, including snaps Of...
