by phillipw | Jul 30, 2019 | VE, WO
Venice and Wokingham Where Wokingham has charming little red Brick houses decorated with cream stone, Where little of old English charm has fled Away, I find a volume on the blown Glass gracefulness Venetian lungs have made For centuries. Italian lips have forced An...
by phillipw | Jul 13, 2019 | RI, VE
Black Star “Poetry is a Destructive Force.” ~ Wallace Stevens “Panteurs cruelles” ~ Arthur Rimbaud, “Voyelles” A hurricane’s extremest blast is like The force of Rimbaud. Alexandrines fell Like...
by phillipw | Jul 13, 2019 | RI, VE
Verlaine Agonistes “for me Rimbaud is an ever-living reality, a sun aflame within me, a sun that will not suffer eclipse” ~ Paul Verlaine long after Arthur’s death The Philistines bored out the strongman’s eyes With iron-cold gouges. Verlaine lost his sight By...
by phillipw | Jul 8, 2019 | RI, VE
A Found Sonnet: Blue and Black Gemstones “I cannot accept this death. It’s been some Years now since we’ve seen each other. Rimbaud, Though, Arthur’s art and face, still shine out from The back of my dark brain. Rimbaud is a low, Bright sun which burns inside me,...
by phillipw | Jul 7, 2019 | RI, VE
Sacerdotal Insects Young Rimbaud kept live lice in special seats Up on his head for a specific need. He didn’t leave’em in his guestroom sheets To cause insult. He needed them to breed There so that, when in passing through the rues De Paris he encountered...
by phillipw | Jul 7, 2019 | RI, VE
Narrow Rooms It started in a room made narrow by Paul’s Belle-mère. Lice-filled Arthur bailed from this Before the bourgeois ones could make him fly At their command. He fled to the abyss, The alleyed chasm of streetlife. When Paul Found Rimbaud after...
