by phillipw | Dec 15, 2019 | SA, ST
Charleville and Assisi Jeune Rimbaud was the Francis of strict art, Taboo creations. For his writing, he Abandoned all, himself as well, to start “wallowing in vice,” willing to be free Of what was known. He’d grasp the disorders That he’d compel among his...
by phillipw | Dec 14, 2019 | SA, WI
The Savagery of Human Hearts The savagery of human hearts is best When violence is banned. The pressure swells As in an autoclave when love is pressed. A pressure cooker squeezes charging cells Erupting from the vessels in our chests. Erythrocytes and leukocytes,...
by phillipw | Dec 13, 2019 | SA
“The Morning Stars Sang Together” The greens of jade absorb the red of blood, Take in the blot of death. In hungry veins Jiang Qing sucked in a flow, a youthful flood Of soldiers’ young transfusions. Screaming stains Ran down stacked altars from...
by phillipw | Nov 7, 2019 | AG, AT, SA
Santayana’s Christmas “There is no God and Mary is His Mother.” ~ George Santayana For Linda Pervier The flakes fall white. They form without a creed, Savonarola’s robe without the black. . These make the leafless landscape supersede …. The...
by phillipw | Oct 12, 2019 | SA, Uncategorized
Resurrection near Crucifixion As near as Cana was to fasting in The desert, that is truth. As near as wine And bread to Calvary—such is the skin ………. Of beauty stretched on flesh. These facts define The absolutes. Beside the drinking of The...
by phillipw | Oct 3, 2019 | FR, RE, SA
Brother Shun Who got St. Francis of Assisi’s clothes, Those ones he shed in nakedness before The bishop? How could anyone dispose Of solemn beauty in that scene? Who wore Them after that self-abnegation made Of silklessness and stripped down young male skin And...
