by phillipw | Dec 15, 2019 | BA, DE
Rimbaud Wrote, “We are in the months of love” No. Poets are the mouths of love. That kid Was wrong from early on. He sent that line To Théodore, who early saw the skid This lice-filled fiend would slide down. Evil swine, Archangel eyed, his lips snagged only one...
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 14, 2019 | BA, FO
La Musique de Sade The mathematics of your music were combined With jouissance, jolts of physics known as sound. Your love and compositions were aligned With calculations and the most profound Depressions, melancholia and drink— And passion played on instruments...
by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | BA, FO, SE
The Origin of the Dead Sea The music sears, romantically intense, As well it might because it is a sea On fire. It is a sparseness that is dense With utteration of severity. The darkest wine dark ocean set to flame Sings out like pain’s eternity in time. It is an...
by phillipw | Jul 13, 2019 | BA, FO
Foucault Addresses Barraqué After his Death Invisible inside sapphiric blue, Pale beauty was the hidden man. Your need To hide—conceal yourself, seek to subdue All revelation of your soul, impede Not only others but your mouth and hand From searching out your...
by phillipw | Jul 13, 2019 | BA
Barraqué Breaks Off Their Love The breaking off of love is not a small Affair. It’s not like breaking off a limb That’s hanging from a tree. It’s not at all Like breaking off the singing of a hymn Because the practice isn’t going right. It’s more like sacrilege,...
