by phillipw | Dec 4, 2019 | FR, MA
But Francis Bacon says there’s almost no Such thing as friendship in the world, and least Of all between equals. Call him “bro”— He’ll turn into that foe we call the beast, Dite Derrida. The Christ called Judas, “Friend,” Received betrayal in a sexless kiss Because...
by phillipw | Dec 4, 2019 | FR, MA
Embracing Men’s friendship is love reduced to greed, true Covetousness dressed up as affection– Or so says Nietzsche. It is reduced to A South Seas cuisine of male confection, A sort of cannibalism in which The two sit down to swallow...
by phillipw | Dec 3, 2019 | BI, FR
Sad Substitute Those eyes, that mouth reminded me of Glenn, My friend of forty years now gone. The hair, Though, wasn’t crinkly thick. This specimen Was balding on the top, the strands too spare And thin to be a substitute for my Young man of fourteen...
by phillipw | Dec 2, 2019 | FR, MA, MO
“O mes amis, il n’y a nul ami” “My friends, there is no friend!” Diogenes Laertius has Aristotle cry, Despairing of the chance that theory’s Demand for one who’s more than ally, Gives more than scratch his back and he’ll scratch mine Delight, is more than merely pure,...
by phillipw | Dec 2, 2019 | FR, MA
Best at a Distance Some say that friendship’s realm is nowhere but Nostalgia. Love of man for man exists In regions where the friend is absent, shut Out, exiled, say, or better dead, subsists On mourning, loss, and echoes. Because if He is actually in the...
by phillipw | Dec 2, 2019 | FR, MO
Set Him as a Seal “I give myself more to my friend than draw Him to me”—so says old Montaigne, but long Years after Étienne had died. The flaw Is pretty obvious, right? “Love is strong As death,” another wise man’s song insists, But are we all convinced? ...
