by phillipw | Jan 27, 2020 | MO, MU
The 12 Ensemble in St James’s, Piccadilly, Twentieth-Century Music Like ghosts refusing to waver because They are in a church, strings abandon form. An eeriness gripped, disabused of laws, A tremoloed intensity, not warm By any means, gnashes, sails, gnaws and slides...
by phillipw | Jan 22, 2020 | MO
Love and Sorrow We love and then they leave. They leave us here Alone, abandoned like a husk that hogs Won’t eat, or as a freckled, red-haired, clear- Eyed girl ignores (or shudders at) the bogs That are the eyes of that blind student who Desired her since...
by phillipw | Jan 8, 2020 | DE, MO
Little Tips of Putrefaction on Some Petals Three leaves fall. The oak seems undiminished In grandeur. Four peonies are dying Back in yellow. Brown acorns have finished Their suicides for life. A hawk, flying His shiver on the sky, is unconcerned With symbol,...
by phillipw | Jan 6, 2020 | MA, MO
Something’s Got to Give She cornered all the legends. She became The legends’ curves. The moghuls and the sports Star tried to lasso her godessness, lame And crippled though it limped with all its warts Of mental instability. The mark Of beauty on...
by phillipw | Dec 2, 2019 | FR, MA, MO
“O mes amis, il n’y a nul ami” “My friends, there is no friend!” Diogenes Laertius has Aristotle cry, Despairing of the chance that theory’s Demand for one who’s more than ally, Gives more than scratch his back and he’ll scratch mine Delight, is more than merely pure,...
by phillipw | Dec 2, 2019 | FR, MO
Set Him as a Seal “I give myself more to my friend than draw Him to me”—so says old Montaigne, but long Years after Étienne had died. The flaw Is pretty obvious, right? “Love is strong As death,” another wise man’s song insists, But are we all convinced? ...
