Select Page

The Rest is Silence

          The Rest is Silence A vacuum-like presence fills my veins, My arteries, my heart, yes, mostly in My chest. These vessels for my blood have stains Still where pulse used to course. Each ulta-thin Tattoo that love has mottled on their walls Is ugliness made up...

March 1819

               March 1819 John strolls alone along spring’s English streets. He sees a kitten being tortured by A boy, a butcher’s boy, and fights and beats Him, thrashes him. Just over five feet high, John intervenes when others might have left The beef-slab bully to...

Josquin des Prez

          Josquin des Prez Polyphony of beauty and of voice Without obscuring instrumental sound Made churches of the Renaissance rejoice And made Josquin des Prez’s chansons bound From palaces to houses of the whores. But where is Josquin now?  He carved his name...

Poor Prince Ionathan

       Poor Prince Ionathan “and wept with one another, until David exceeded”                         — I Sam. 20:41 The frail leaf pages open to my touch; Another century opens to my eye. I wish the sentiments were just as much In favor now as they were...

Yeah? So What?

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...