by phillipw | Oct 17, 2019 | LO
What St. Francis Felt at the Time He Suffered Christ’s Stigmata It’s like I’ve learned to breathe submerged Beneath the souls of those I loved or in Their depths. This floating inhalation urged Itself inside the universe, the twin Of normal panting—only now the...
by phillipw | Oct 17, 2019 | LO
You Know Its Name Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The loveliest and brightest of the grand Ideals is stretched aloft — or hovers far above The skies. It is a queen with wings’ command....
by phillipw | Oct 16, 2019 | LO, MA
The Largest Composition All will be lyricism when you tell Me of your love. A rich sonority Will sing its way through words, and chords will swell In rhythms and in rhymes. Authority Will dwell forever in the patterns of Those highest forms of art combined with...
by phillipw | Oct 15, 2019 | LO
A Gushing Fountain and Not an Oasis in the Cholistan Desert His face when in repose is serious Or well-nigh melancholy, almost sad Like some Islamic saint, mysterious In beauty. I would make him smile, be glad That Allah made him slim and manly like A prophet...
by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | LO, RI, VE
Watered Down Wine “My life would always be too ungovernable to be devoted to strength and beauty.” ~ Arthur Rimbaud That’s why he chose Verlaine. This Rimbaud deemed Himself unworthy, incapable of Superior phenomena. He steamed With second-rate...
by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | LO
Serial Disappointment — Barraqué’s Emotions & Music “I want no more ‘Decembers’” ~ Jean Barraqué to Michel Foucault, soon after the premiere of Séquence in 1956 In composition, forms don’t flow as planned...
