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Critiquing Beauty

              Critiquing Beauty Your beauty reasons truer than the truth. It throbs a thoughtful feeling where a mere Veracity of judgement yields to youth And freshest irises.  Your pupils peer Past plain philosophy.  Where liquid lies On lenses, they give entrance...

Glory, not the Mundane

        Glory, not the Mundane Why let the facts invade the realm of beauty? The truth is not the point, or rather Truth Is sovereign.  It is the poet’s duty To cut through ugliness to regal youth And highest glories, not to serve glib facts. The loveliness of lively...

Troy in New Orleans, Manhattan, or London

Troy in New Orleans, Manhattan, or London So I found “Helen” sitting in a streetcar; the Dionysian revels of her court were transferred to a Metropolitan roof garden with a jazz orchestra;and the katharsis of the fall of Troy I saw approximated in the recent World...

The Lost One

                            The Lost One “Master Alfred de Musset says great artists … belong to space, to the universe, to anything infinite.”  ~ Mehmet Murat Ildan I could not give an outline of him, for how Could I begin, or end? A paradox Is all that could...