by phillipw | Dec 29, 2019 | FR
Baked Alaska Our friendship is a strange confection, as Substantial, insubstantial as the best Things always are. Its fragile surface has A lightness to it; a simple bride, dressed In satin, springs to mind (easily torn), And then beneath that shiny crust,...
by phillipw | Dec 27, 2019 | FR, WI
Oh, Fill my Veins with Sap of Curs! …..“and filleth with the blood of weeds” Oh, fill my veins with sap of curs! Distend My arteries with basest urges. Bloat My heart with commonest of strengths and send From it the humble lusts of ram and goat, Those fed on...
by phillipw | Dec 27, 2019 | FR, LO
My Man If I don’t understand my man, much less Do I succeed in comprehending me. It is as if he plays a game of chess In three dimensions; now imagine we Are playing tournaments, but my board has A fourth dimension. That is how I feel About my...
by phillipw | Dec 27, 2019 | FR
That Single Syllable That single syllable, that “friend,” turns out To be a complex concept, fraught, much more A metaphor, an emblem full of doubt, A stumbling figure of speech, a locked door Than some completely open beauty. Not Transparent, even;...
by phillipw | Dec 19, 2019 | FR
Patriotism and Pals .. Francis Bacon, author of two .. early English essays on friendship, …………………..played a major legal role …………in the trial of his...
by phillipw | Dec 16, 2019 | FR, IR
When God Wants Our Destruction When God wants our destruction, He’ll just take Away all irony and French cuisine— Well, those and what’s involved in them, like steak And red wine sauce, and platters with obscene Things like snails in garlic glop, ortolan Inhaled by...
