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Love that is Love

      Love that is Love “Then his folly is Pure madness, but his wisdom a philosopher’s” From the Phaedrus of Alexis,                            In Athenaeus, Deipnosophistae A giant book about gastronomy And wisdom—if such stuff can be combined— Pretends to touch on...

Dim Imprecision: Ambiguity and Clarity

       Dim Imprecision:   Ambiguity and Clarity “Poetry could reflect on itself, acknowledge its dim imprecision, and know itself to be interpretation and not a window onto pure truth.” ~ http://ndpr.nd.edu/news/plato-and-the-poets/ True poetry is dim and like a torch...

Desperate Measure

       Desperate Measure Eurydice, she knew the gods too well. She knew that they would find a way to harm Herself, her lover, and her love.  Lost hell Was where that Pluto lived forever.  Charm Him?  That was possible.  The poet had Done just that.  She had witnessed...

Did We Really Think that They Would Give Her Body to Him?

Did We Really Think that They Would Give Her Body to Him? Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse Eurydice was dead.  Come on.    Just soul Is all she was by then.  So why would he Expect some wonder from the deepest hole Of anywhere, that...

Apollonian Loveliness in the Lands of Eos, Trailing Robes

Apollonian Loveliness in the Lands of Eos, Trailing Robes “He would delight his heart while gazing on Their men,” those ancients, the Ionians, This visitor to Delos.  God-like brawn Made sons that later Macedonians Would urgently have coveted if they Had seen them...