by phillipw | Mar 17, 2020 | AE, BE, PO
An Absolute Poem “Its evocation will not be toward decoration or amusement, but rather toward a state of consciousness, an ‘innocence’ (Blake) or absolute beauty.” ~ Hart Crane, “Aims and Purposes” We dream of promenading streets of gold, A gold so perfect...
by phillipw | Mar 17, 2020 | AE, BE, ES, PO
Glory, not the Mundane Why let the facts invade the realm of beauty? The truth is not the point, or rather Truth Is sovereign. It is the poet’s duty To cut through ugliness to regal youth And highest glories, not to serve glib facts. The loveliness of lively...
by phillipw | Mar 9, 2020 | AR, PO, RI, VE
Absinthe-minded Charlatan “The most curious thing about the transformation of the sensorial apparatus—the phenomenon, at least, that struck me most forcibly in the experiments I conducted on myself— is that all sensations are perceived by all senses at...
by phillipw | Mar 4, 2020 | PO
Poets and the Various Piracies of Life All poets should be saved by dolphins, all, And not just Arion. We each require A varying salvation. Very small John Keats would need the clicking, squeaking choir To focus healing bursts and pulses on His shreds of lungs there...
by phillipw | Mar 2, 2020 | AE, AR, ES, PO
The Lost One “Master Alfred de Musset says great artists … belong to space, to the universe, to anything infinite.” ~ Mehmet Murat Ildan I could not give an outline of him, for how Could I begin, or end? A paradox Is all that could...
by phillipw | Feb 18, 2020 | IN, PO
Vermont and Quebec: Syrup Harvesting in the Spring Just how does poetry escape from men? It’s too simplistic if we say it thrums Out from the skull, though, yes, it is just when It’s rising that it coalesces, comes Out through the pregnant cracks in bone, Or maybe...
