by phillipw | Mar 9, 2020 | AS, BU, CH, JE, SA
Petaled Salvation An emperor or any man must grope His mumbling way if he would go as pure As Buddha or as Christ. The slightest hope Is offered. Jesus holds out just one sure Path forward into holiness. “Go sell All, all you have and give it to the...
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 3, 2020 | SA, ST
Chopin, Played in the Oldest Church within the Walls of Ancient Paris How sad to think of those who lived before Romantic music, those who never knew Strained longing, melodies that seem to pour Unendingly, that seem to yearn out through Eternity, stretched out,...
by phillipw | Jan 23, 2020 | JU, MA, ME, SA, VE
Rock and Gas Giants Five planets rise to shine in white and red Above. The springtime sky becomes divine. They all are gods, though one of them is dead, Slaughtered by his son. Night-sky gods align Themselves with nothing. Is this an omen? Astrologers...
by phillipw | Jan 7, 2020 | FU, OL, SA, SI
Olimpio Fusco ~ Olimpio Fusco by John Singer Sargent An agony of beauty is this head, His hair, his throat. The shadowed neck alone Is hurtful to the heart. This thoroughbred Has hardly grown his Adam’s apple. Shone In their perfection are the...
by phillipw | Jan 3, 2020 | LO, SA
Dessicated Wounds Our ancient poets often whisper in Slivers only, as dumb as crescent moons, But then are hardly mute. The centuries’ sin Is degradation of their voices. Dunes Against destruction have been washed across The manuscripts and yet now only glints And...
