by phillipw | Dec 2, 2019 | AE, ES, PR
A Hoodie in the Rare Books and Music Reading Room? A cruel face. Who’d think a blond moustache Could looks so fierce? A snub or pug nose that Would look cute somewhere else cuts a gash There, sticking out like the snout of a bat Surrealistically hung, suspended...
by phillipw | Nov 25, 2019 | AS
Chaos Theory You cannot see Medusa in the dawn. There has to be a certain darkness for That nebula, part of the antiphon Of Gemini, to raise its purple tenor Curls, twists, to start to sing its melody Made up of misty tresses, pulsing light, A song first...
by phillipw | Nov 15, 2019 | AE, AE, BE
Dark Curly Hair Blue He wears the heavenly blue of Mary’s cloak Across the bicep on his left-hand side. That muscle is not very male. The stroke Of folded blue placed there helps him to hide That fact. Another crucial part is veiled By Mary Queen of...
by phillipw | Nov 15, 2019 | AL
Imperfection as Perfection The eyes are white and wide. They look as spare As Orpheus’s when he lost his wife. Yet Alexander never knew such bare And sand-dune meaninglessness in his life. Perhaps the perfect oval of his face Veiled slightly by the waves of...
by phillipw | Oct 18, 2019 | AL
Religion Meets the Nagasaki Force of Profiled Nostrils How feebly glacier strengths of faith resist The megatons of fire released by you, Your hair. Christ evanesces in a mist Of sweat and hankering. The ice, so blue Before I saw you, is transparent now. No, not...
by phillipw | Oct 17, 2019 | AL, SW
Plutarch on the Perfume of Alexander’s Skin “Aristoxenus in his Memoirs tells us that a most agreeable odour exhaled from his skin, and that his breath and body all over was so fragrant as to perfume the clothes which he wore next him” ...
