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...
by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | LO
[Barraqué] The Twelve Tones of Love Love’s limerence inebriates like wine, The sparkling kind. It shows itself in waves Of feeling. First, euphoria: we shine With thrilling giggle-like desire. It raves Around inside us, ricocheting, quick. The fantasies and...
by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | LO
Subtraction by Addition Pour Barraqué Love takes away our freedom like a chain Of need wrapped round the wrists and heart. They feel And do not feel possessiveness’s pain: It chafes and comforts them till they congeal...
by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | CH, DE, LO, MO, ST
My Menu in Hades My life is bitter now or it has lost Its flavour, maybe both, because it seems To be a sour fruit that’s sliced and tossed Away. It falls upon a pile of dreams I used to have (or maybe I just guessed Those dreams existed). It’s so hard to prove...
