by phillipw | Jan 20, 2020 | RI
Un Ange Ivre He came as angel and as thug, as gay, And mad as drug-infested members in A cholo gang. He didn’t have to play The part of wild provincial boy akin To Mozart crossed with Noble Savages: That’s what he was. He was a cannibal, Incestuous in his...
by phillipw | Jan 20, 2020 | RI, VE
Speaking of Lice: And Only Man is Vile “unbelievably brutal, loud-mouthed people in the streets” ~ Paul Verlaine on the people of London “To see oursels as ithers see us” ~ Robert Burns He said that they were small and skinny, too, Emaciated, most especially The...
by phillipw | Jan 19, 2020 | RI, VE
Illuminations, 35 Howland Street No more than just a single, husk-like room, Their cube in Howland Street became the place Where greatness found inception, found its womb. While huddling in this bolthole from disgrace, Paul wrote adagios, pale Romances sans Paroles,...
by phillipw | Jan 19, 2020 | LO, RI
L’Amour: The Sonnet Rimbaud Would Have Written If He Had Demon Possessed Paul Verlaine It’s less than breaths of shadows from a ghost. It’s farther than the farthest seashore of The most remote black planet. It’s the most Sought after of the hopes of women. Love....
by phillipw | Jan 19, 2020 | RI, VE
On a Leash Rimbaud remarked, “Dogs are liberals,” to Gastineau, the Mautés’ loving dog. A “doll-faced” time bomb ticked away with blue, Blue eyes, light blue and deep, until the fog Of future London filled that Paris home. He was an Ostrogothic army in...
