by phillipw | Jan 15, 2020 | RI, VE
Synesthesia Verlaine spun out his poetry like silk From spider abdomens, but it had hues Of melody, it sounds the touch of milk, And all came also from the fragrant blues Of Rimbaud’s irises and, more, from deep Within the boy’s manly soul which sang In...
by phillipw | Jan 12, 2020 | RI, VE
Getting Away with It Socrates said, “Alcibiades is unhappy because everywhere Alcibiades goes, Alcibiades takes himself with him.” If you were in a rented room with Paul On Howland Street, you too would want to spend Your time away from him, away from all That...
by phillipw | Jan 12, 2020 | RI, VE
An Alabaster Submarine: A Shakespearean Sonnet by Paul While They Lived in London and Accidentally Misplaced by Arthur Recently Discovered and Englished by Phillip Whidden …………The Gospel of Saint Luke 7:36-50 A submarine cathedral is the place...
by phillipw | Jan 12, 2020 | RI, VE
Heartless Books He spiralled through erotic books complete With spelling errors, and Church Latin ones, Complete with telling errors, sneered at sweet Tales “read by grandmothers” but not their sons. He even leafed through little children’s books But not...
by phillipw | Jan 8, 2020 | VE
A Filthy Flow An image of St. Mark’s reflected in The waves of aqua alta warps the strength Of loveliness. Distortions caused by sin Are called to mind. Iniquities at length Are brought to judgment. Past Venetians stole That body from a church down by...
by phillipw | Jan 8, 2020 | VE
Old Palazzi are Resurrected Old palaces are resurrected from Within, although, perhaps, their faces are Allowed to keep their wrinkled look, like scar Of age, or sin, and that of Christendom. The looted goods among the marble walls, Mosaic glitter made from greed are...
