by phillipw | Oct 2, 2019 | LO
Awe They think that moons were made for darker tones Of shadow than the sun can make, these men Who don’t believe in love. They haunt those zones Beyond affection and devotion, then Conclude that love is non-existent red, A scarlet or a crimson...
by phillipw | Oct 2, 2019 | RI
Abortion on an Attic Floor “Some kill their love when they are young” The flailing Arthur slumps against the wall. He doesn’t have his lover. There’s no sex. He thinks his poetry is in free fall. Inside his chest and soul Rimbaud suspects It’s finished. (He...
by phillipw | Oct 2, 2019 | RO
14 Poetic Months in London and 18 in England Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem In morality and talent this Raimbard [sic], aged between 15 and 16 [at the time Paul and Arthur met], was and is a...
by phillipw | Oct 2, 2019 | AN, RE, SP
Love Stripped Naked and Transcending Guatama leaves his palace and wanders From his wealth across the plains, sits beneath A tree in calmness made of mind, ponders The cosmos, blasting pleasures, lasting pains, And settles on the center of a flower. It grows...
by phillipw | Oct 2, 2019 | RI
An Immodest Georgian Mansion Montpellier House, 165 King’s Road, Reading Do people ever think of Rimbaud as A Georgian or Victorian? Well, no, But turning poetry to razzmatazz Occurred substantially in London, though In Reading, Berkshire, too, so...
