by phillipw | Nov 11, 2019 | JO
The New Trump Wall with its Foundation in Gun-totin’ Texas: A New Way to Remember JFK We know now that the Dallas bullets weren’t Jihadi driven shots. This Micah guy (Just from his name, this Micah Johnson) burnt That sort of slander, blasted it sky high. He fired...
by phillipw | Oct 31, 2019 | JO
Yeah? So What? “Every joy wants eternity/ Joys want profound eternity” ~ Friedrich Nietzsche, Also Sprach Zarathustra, The Second Dance-Song If every joy wants to be without An end, that’s sad, yes, sad like Skelton as The Clown. The Clown can sweep around and...
by phillipw | Sep 29, 2019 | JO
Severn and Tennyson as Memorialists Let us now praise famous friends. We begin With Joseph Severn, brushing time away With immortality in John Keats’ chin As poetry lay dying. In the sway ……………. John Keats on his deathbed Of brush the...
by phillipw | Sep 29, 2019 | GO, JO, KE
The Hard Truth The myth rides gently on that wasting death. Consumption weakened him as if a spell Were cast by Tories hating lines with breath For weaker ones among us. He was well In brain and soul, this little giant filled With all nobilities, this genius...
by phillipw | Sep 29, 2019 | JO, KE
John Keats ‘the last lineal descendent of Apollo’ ~ Arthur Hallam The inmost soul of poetry is Keats. Its spirit is derived from locks of hair And curls about his temples. Muse’s seats In heaven rock with wonder and despair When goddesses consider...
by phillipw | Sep 24, 2019 | AD, DA, JO
Darwin, Sickness, and Venice My recollections made from you and of Our time together are too much like ghosts Of gondolas. They move in fogs of love And far too fast in haze between the posts On either side of grand canals. There black Gesticulations of the water...
