by phillipw | May 13, 2020 | IN, PR, VI
Alexander the Great Had No Inkling of Precious Christian Virtues When Burma was unknown, it furnished true Red, rubies brought to Alexander’s court. It was as if an incensed goddess threw The gems from mystery, sent gems athwart The deserts from the depths of...
by phillipw | May 12, 2020 | MO
I Defy You to Listen to “Music” by Jean Barraqué and Not be Nauseated The centuries just before our current one Decided to experiment with form In all the arts. This sea change had begun With poetry. The Rimbauds caused a storm Along with Whitman and vers libre...
by phillipw | May 12, 2020 | PO, TR
Oral Poems from the Past Conservative as brocade velvet, verse, The older forms, embraces in its folds The ancient tongues, the peoples’ tongues. They’re terse In ballades. Such rigidity upholds The thinking of the folk as if a starch Were added to the richness...
by phillipw | May 12, 2020 | AG, CH, DE, MO, ST
Human Sorrow is Pathetic Five years of death are not so long, although The first was black like Satan’s mind when he Was falling, Lucifer no longer. No Light then coming from him as the spree Of darkened angels hurtled hobbled to Their doom, their eyeballs roasted by...
by phillipw | May 12, 2020 | AR, MO, PA
Art Why photograph a fact when you can catch A nightmare, be a Jackson Pollock or A Dalí at his Druid weirdest? Snatch A depth of fanged subconscious and then pour Some paint of guts across your canvas. Real Is boring. Ditch it. Art becomes mirage...
