by phillipw | Oct 20, 2019 | AR, MO
Arthur Moody He used to play ice hockey at John Nike The leisure center here in Berkshire where That sort of thing went on. This boy was like A miracle because I couldn’t square His clear intelligence with something dumb Like sport. But then the only reason...
by phillipw | Oct 19, 2019 | AR
Sonnets for Computers ARTificial Intelligence When Alan Turing did an interview About computers way back when, he said That they could do whatever we can do, Most likely… yep, what any human head Can handle. Pressed by that reporter, he Insisted, yes, these...
by phillipw | Oct 7, 2019 | AR
Daughters of Mnemosyne Now what is knowledge but a shadow of Wisdom? And what is poetry but tints Of life and death? Music is only love, Perfected love, spelled out in measured hints, Reverberations set in echoes culled From hummed geometries, from pieces heard In...
by phillipw | Oct 3, 2019 | AR
Beyond the Frame An outline always touches things outside Itself and so is more inclusive, though It does not mean to be. Its lines collide Not only with what edges touch, just so, Inside a painting’s bounds, for instance, but The vast surroundings everywhere about...
by phillipw | Oct 3, 2019 | AR
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 result. He’s just...
by phillipw | Oct 3, 2019 | AR
The Creator Loses He slaps down blood and brains and soul in art. He thinks that politics is none of these. When politics intrudes, the poet’s heart Becomes a platform made of callused pleas Instead of purity. He captures bark Destroyed, and slaughtered oaks,...
