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The Harvest of a Quiet Eye

  The Harvest of a Quiet Eye   “The harvest of a quiet eye”  ~ John Richard Vernon Ignore the razzmatazz, and sex, and stuff. Just look around you in the dawn and see A crack in God’s eternity, enough To show the mystical, mystery In twilight.  Take an old, old book...

Prime Poet

              Prime Poet “Again Sarpedon’s bright spear missed, the blade passing over Patroclus’ left shoulder, leaving the man unscathed. But Patroclus hurled his bronze, in turn, and the spear sped from his hand and not in vain, striking Sarpedon where the ribs...

Thou Shalt not Bear False Witness

Thou Shalt not Bear False Witness Sigmund Freud: “There is nothing instinctual in us which responds to a belief in death.”   Freud also says, “This may even be the secret of heroism.” Our hearts refuse to nod to death.  No, more Than that, they fail to hear it...

Playing with Himself and the Piano

Playing with Himself and the Piano Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Infernal Recurrence, more like. That Big Mind locked itself up in the bedroom of His hosts.  A mad philosophical pig, He banged the...

Astonishments

             Astonishments You don’t want just astonishments.  They bore You, not at first, but thrills of newness nag Away until in later years the gore Of slashing at the lovely starts to drag Your feelings down and then at last you wish For something...

Darwin and Heraclitus

       Darwin and Heraclitus Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “Homer should be turned out of the canon and whipped.  He was wrong in saying :  ‘Would that strife might perish from among gods and men!’ ...

The Point of Poetry and Song

   The Point of Poetry and Song Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A poem or a song can be as fierce As knife points.  They are neutral, though, about The hole they make.  They care not whom they pierce...