by phillipw | Feb 25, 2020 | AR, LO, PA, RI, VE
The Shining While Arthur wears a top hat, Paul has shoes Shined—nothing here of poetry. A pipe Pollutes the air, unpoetically. Booze Bridgeman Art Library Ain’t that poetic either, both guys ripe With body odor. Try to write some verse With...
by phillipw | Feb 24, 2020 | AR, PA, RI, VE
A Sentimental Conversation Rambunctiousness invaded Paris for A while when Rimbaud arrived, an army Of one belligerent. Soul of a whore And manners of a rapist of the smarmy Bourgeoisie made him a Communard of Less than a year’s time there. Arthur ran Away to...
by phillipw | Feb 24, 2020 | AR, PA, RI, VE
A Dining Room with Keyboard Music The fourteen months or so that Rimbaud spent In London aren’t enough to make the claim That he was England’s modern man who went To places other poets couldn’t name. Verlaine was pushing boundaries, too, in lines, But his modernity is...
by phillipw | Feb 24, 2020 | AR, PA, RI, VE
Miss Manners I am an ephemeral and a not too discontented citizen of a metropolis considered modern because all known taste has been avoided in the furnishings and the exterior of the houses as well as in the plan of the city. ~ Rimbaud on London A...
by phillipw | Feb 2, 2020 | AR, FA, FR
Facebook Pages I look at other people’s pages. Post, On post, on post. It is as if folk think (If that’s the word) that out there there’s a host Of hungry eyes so thrilled that they can’t blink Because of all the drivel there displayed To them by...
by phillipw | Jan 25, 2020 | AN, AR, MA
Immortal Anthems of the Holy Ones; They Forget the Cost …… In raw solemnity the angels voice A rush. They sing of all the martyrs who Have suffered darkest pain. Souls rejoice, The souls of seraphs with their wings grown two...
