by phillipw | Dec 4, 2019 | FR, MA
But Francis Bacon says there’s almost no Such thing as friendship in the world, and least Of all between equals. Call him “bro”— He’ll turn into that foe we call the beast, Dite Derrida. The Christ called Judas, “Friend,” Received betrayal in a sexless kiss Because...
by phillipw | Dec 4, 2019 | EN
A View among English Hills “about the woodlands I will go” ~ A. E. Housman He stands beneath a live oak tree. It wears Its leaves and bark. Sheep wear white wool. The wolds Are clothed in fields and trees. They all are stairs To heaven. Under them he firmly...
by phillipw | Dec 4, 2019 | FR, MA
Embracing Men’s friendship is love reduced to greed, true Covetousness dressed up as affection– Or so says Nietzsche. It is reduced to A South Seas cuisine of male confection, A sort of cannibalism in which The two sit down to swallow...
by phillipw | Dec 3, 2019 | FA
Antinoüs What must it be to be remembered for One thing, especially if that is as The friend of someone famous? What a bore To be of finest beauty (all that jazz) But end up just a slur in river mud, Antinoüs the god, yet only in The hollow heart of...
by phillipw | Dec 3, 2019 | BE
If Only If only . . . it were true that perfect face And fetching body contours equalled good, That silk-like lashes on the eye meant grace Of character—and lovely dimples could Be parallel with rectitude of soul, That lips demanding urgent kisses might...
