by phillipw | Nov 10, 2019 | FO
Another Kind of Diversity A slightly fleshy football thug looks out At us between a scarf and baseball cap. As veiled as Muslim women, he’s a lout. His tit is flabby and he looks like crap. Between concealing cloth across his face And shirt tied round the waist of...
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 29, 2019 | FO
February Fox Last night the fox we feed in bowls behind Our house came just at twelve. His long, thick tail Was bushier than last time and defined By flakes that fell and fell within the veil Of cold for whitest hours. He, taking out His chunks of chicken one by...
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, FO, NI
Men Lying Apart And where do you three lie now, Barraqué, Foucault, and Nietzsche? You have been removed. One lies in Vendeuvre, one far away In Trélévern, as if life disapproved And did a deal with hell. Trapped Nietzsche lies In such a tiny village that...
