by phillipw | Mar 22, 2020 | DE, LI, PO
Éminences Grises The lines go on and on, so distant that They seem much farther from their readership Than Beacon Hill is from Medicine Hat. Such writing comes about through leadership Of theoretic minds as cool as crabs In Arctic zones. A Wallace Stevens,...
by phillipw | Mar 21, 2020 | DO, LI, TR
A Man Convinced against His Will Will Keep the Same Opinion—Its Worth, Nil I have a friend who wanted Trump to be Elected coz he was more fun than all The other fools on stage with Donald. He Was “far more entertaining.” (Small Considerations like obscenity In...
by phillipw | Feb 18, 2020 | FR, LI
Alert Discovering Americas inside Himself he never knew were there, he felt Apollo’s ranging thrust, Paul Bunyan’s stride Across their western deserts’ sagebrush pelt, Stepped out Atlantics and Pacifics, Lake Superiors, stretched canyons wider...
by phillipw | Jan 22, 2020 | LI, RI, VE
Rimbaud, Magyars, and the Perfect Number Seven Research reveals that when the Magyars Invaded Hungary, they counted up Not quite to seven. And in Verlaine’s stars Barely anything mattered but the cup Arthur offered him to drink. Verlaine should Undoubtedly have...
by phillipw | Dec 30, 2019 | LI
Stone Town Markers, Markets Bronze Livingstone is specked with pigeon shit And thousands walk across his abbey tomb His London grave, tourists, heedless of it. A few might think of liberty’s slow bloom In Africa where slavery died its long And lingering death. They...
by phillipw | Nov 26, 2019 | LI
This poem is a bit of juvenilia written when I was 19. It is not a sonnet. It breaks at least two major rules of the sonnet form, but then Wordsworth broke them spectacularly in “Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802,” (which is almost...
