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Stud Poker

               Stud Poker Philosophers…they don’t know any more About The Truth than Greek pig farmers do. The rest of us not part of these two poor Groups (salesmen, poets, priests…) don’t have a clue. A prophet and a Plato come along. They have...

The Clearest, Flawless Sonnet

    The Clearest, Flawless Sonnet A sonnet made of silence set in lines Of comet-white intensity I want, The music of the spheres as heard in shrines Of Taj Mahal shaped characters, a font Of purest marble alphabets that shine Inside because of soundless Klieg light...

Distortions of the Lovely in Ancient Greece

Distortions of the Lovely in Ancient Greece The beautiful in ancient times could see Themselves less perfectly than we can view Ourselves.  A pond might give a good degree Of truth in its reflection, even blue Of eye and undistorted skin and shape, But other mirrors...

Plato Pooh-poohs Poets

Plato Pooh-poohs Poets, like Blaming a Leopard for not Being an Antelope Poor Plato misses, glaringly, the point, As eggheads often do.  Poets, he “thinks,” Are worse than useless.  That’s due to their joint Mistake of using mimesis (which stinks)...

Peonies, Agamemnon, and the Iliad

Peonies, Agamemnon, and the Iliad The peonies hold on in night-time dark. They fade and slacken to another kind Of loveliness.  They do not know the stark Fate bearing down on them.  Their pinks are blind, As blind as Homer in the palace of A king condemned by...