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,...
by phillipw | Sep 26, 2019 | AR, LO, PA, VE
HMS Implacable “Because you loved me as it had to be.” ~ Paul Verlaine in “To Arthur Rimbaud” We cherish thoughts of hearts and fate combined. We love the grand idea that lust is out Of our control like earthquakes. Disinclined To judge...
by phillipw | Sep 26, 2019 | AR, LO, RI, VE
Salvation and Damnation for a Flimsy Vampire “Because you loved me as it had to be.” ~ Paul Verlaine in “To Arthur Rimbaud” We love the thought of love and fate combined. We love the grand idea that lust is out Of our control, like stormy waters mined By Nazis. Maybe...
