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...
by phillipw | Jan 29, 2020 | PO
Truths and Lies He used to read a lot, but now he lives And writes. The smallest, ordinary things Can spill out sonnets on the page. Each gives Him evidence that he’s a poet, sings The proof with newest melody and signs. He doesn’t need a prophet...
by phillipw | Jan 27, 2020 | PO
I Never Had Sex with that Woman “Where every prospect pleases and only man is vile.” ~ Isaac Watts The only thing in Africa that has Some dignity is wildlife on the plains. Hypocrisy and all the human jazz Are what spread evil. Even in the pains Of death impalas cast...
