by phillipw | Apr 8, 2020 | PI
The Modern Art Market Grotesquely Distorted: “Seated Woman in Blue Dress” Sells for $45 Million If I were burdened with a lover who Looked crooked like this woman (woman?), I Would go as twisted as Picasso. Blue Lips, though, are what I’d paint to help me fly Away...
by phillipw | Apr 2, 2020 | DI, PI, ST
Annie Dillard Will Be 72 Tomorrow For Chuck This Sunday Annie Dillard, that clear mind And mystic, will be twelve and three score years. She saw, she saw, and wrote about when blind Eyes saw as if the music of the spheres Became as visible to them as we See blue and...
by phillipw | Mar 27, 2020 | PI
Piss Christ (1987) You know those labels in museums by The items on display and in the art Exhibits. Do you think they’re being sly Sometimes? The curators seem to impart The barest minimum. They’re virgins who Give off the palest pheromones. You can’t...
by phillipw | Jan 7, 2020 | DI, PI
The Pilgrim Prophet Speaks Obliteration is the main command, The prime requirement of posterity; A universal death the first command, A total need is this austerity. Ten billion coral polyps have to die And forty trillion tentacles succeed Them on the ocean floor. A...
by phillipw | Oct 16, 2019 | DI, PI
It’s not Much of a Stretch to Say Annie Dillard Reveals that Life = Death Who doesn’t have a fantasy that’s dark? It comes up from the undergrowth like slime Or other fungi. It’s the basic quark That psyches stretch out from. It bides its time. Some night it...
by phillipw | Aug 28, 2019 | PI
Piano . . . Softly Gone Away Pianos disappeared. They evanesced So silently we did not even know That they were fading. Women acquiesced In this demise and men let silence grow, Or, rather, stereos and CDs filled The space of ivory keys with black ones in Between. ...
