by phillipw | Apr 14, 2020 | AR, CO, PA
A Long, Long Way from classical Greece at the Bottom of the Indian Ocean I’m curious about what women peek At as the men fixate on tits. Do gals Examine buttocks and their swollen, sleek Bronze dullness? Are women’s, visual pals The bulging abs or maybe hulking...
by phillipw | Apr 8, 2020 | PA
~ Francisco Bayeu, Wikipedia Goya, Wikipedia ~ Goya, Saturn Devouring his Son, Wikipedia The Best of Spanish Painters The best of Spanish painters in his time (According to his peers), his status grew Until he held the highest posts, the prime Positions. This was...
by phillipw | Apr 4, 2020 | AN, CH, OL, PA
776 B.C. to 393 A.D. The sprint, the one event, the only race Was solemn, sacred, holy. Gods leaned down And over clouds to watch a handsome face Push forward to deserve the victor’s crown. No one, except those gods perhaps, could know Just how...
by phillipw | Mar 9, 2020 | AR, LO, PA, RI, RO, VE
What Kind of Place is Fit for Men? …………”L’allée est sans fin” ~ Paul Verlaine What kind of place is fit for hommes who want To make a London nest together, one Where poetry is brooded, a romaunt Perhaps, or maybe some...
by phillipw | Mar 9, 2020 | AR, PA, RI, SA, VE
“Operating Live on Poetry” —Delahaye in Divagations So. Just another boozing, druggy day. That’s how French poets’ love affairs are spent. They sit with friends in an ivre café, And Rimbaud says, “Try an experiment, Hommes. Put your hands on the table.” ...
by phillipw | Mar 8, 2020 | AR, PA, RI, VE
Narrow Rooms It started in a room made narrow by Paul’s Belle-mère. Lice-doomed Arthur bailed from this Before the bourgeois ones could make him fly At their command. He fled to the abyss, The alleyed chasm of streetlife. When Paul Found Rimbaud after...
