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...
by phillipw | Jan 17, 2020 | AR, RI
Arthur Rimbaud – Encyclopedie Larousse ….. Divide his face in half. The side seen on The viewer’s left is broader, narrow-eyed And fuller lipped, the eyebrow wider drawn By God—or whoever. Jekyll and Hyde Are called to mind since this side with crimped,...
by phillipw | Dec 27, 2019 | AR, PA, RI, VE
Sex, Drugs, and Roses It seems at least a possibility That spoiled, soiled brats might just have feelings, too. They’d have the usual ones, hostility And sulking, and that adolescent brew Of self-regard, fragility, and rage. But maybe Rimbaud had...
by phillipw | Dec 16, 2019 | AR, RI
The Thorn of Thought “It is the thorn of thought,” young Rimbaud said To Izambard—other underlings, too. The prodigy was bleeding from his head, But not just blood. Black tercets flowed, a brew Intoxicating and enough to float A drunken boat, and verses full...
by phillipw | Dec 15, 2019 | AR, BA, DE, RI
The Months of Love On May 24, 1870, Rimbaud wrote a letter from Charleville to Théodore de Banville, leader of a group of poets in Paris. Maybe each intense blueness is eternal, even if only for the season of love. “Dear Master, We are in the months of love And...
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...
