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Superbland

            Superbland Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  That so-called Superman is not so great. Never writes a sonnet sequence in Ten seconds (OR far fewer).  Second-rate He is.  At speeding-bullet...

Photographs as Conquerors

    Photographs as Conquerors She languishes beyond the portraits made, Aligned above the keyboard and then on Her dressing table.  In the one with shade Below the left eye rests a darker dawn Which, if we might have known its meaning first, Would maybe have required...

The People Who Too Easily are Bored

The People Who Too Easily are Bored The people who too easily are bored Have boring minds, my brother Ivan says. When brains were given out, too many scored At low IQs.  Not one of them’s a wizz At anything except their boredom.  If They sit alone without their...

Painting as Sacred Seduction

     Painting as Sacred Seduction Lord Alfred Douglas would have loved to sit For Basil Howard.  Even more this lord Would certainly have forced his Wilde to quit The field of fever known as love and board The field of bankrupt slavery to pay The painter for the...

The Prime and Ultimate Composition

The Prime and Ultimate Composition That moment comes when music turns to bliss, No, something stretched beyond that, more like space That heaven strains to make, the stars’ abyss Of height and depth where angel ranks abase Themselves and also rise up singing,...