by phillipw | May 20, 2020 | BA, FO, GA, Ho, JE, LO, MI
Julian the Apostate Proclaimed Emperor Near Notre Dame Cathedral Mais où sont les neiges d’antan! ~ François Villon In 1952 Jean wrote his first Great opus. Barraqué of Notre Dame Became the lover with a champagne thirst For Foucault. After that,...
by phillipw | May 20, 2020 | SE
How to Take Care of Yourself: a Stylites Approach One of the Stoics said, “It is in constantly paying attention to oneself that one assures one’s salvation.” From Socrates onwards, maybe before, Right down to Kant, and Sartre, Marx and Freud, Philosophers and...
by phillipw | May 20, 2020 | AC, BR
Paul Bunyan in the British Library Rare Books and Music Reading Room He Ain’t Today he has a thick, full beard, quite dark The brown but with the slightest touch of red. It’s wavy, too. In fact there’s nothing stark About the whiskers or the man. His...
by phillipw | May 20, 2020 | PI
The Pike Essence is beauty. Motion says essence Is beauty, but it lives in stasis too In Keats’ ode. In static incandescense, As in painfully imagined blue Sky higher than lowing sacrifice, The heifer in her fatal garlands lives Eternally. Yet beauty...
by phillipw | May 20, 2020 | EG, MA
If Egos are Our Masks If egos are our masks and they are made By languages and laws and systems we Don’t understand until a scholar’s weighed In genealogically so we see The heterogeneity which blinds Us, and explains the complicated mess, Then we are like unto drug...
by phillipw | May 20, 2020 | CH, LO, OR, RO, ST
Orlando Sanford International Airport Not just the eyes, but lashes too: the young One there behind the check-in desk has hearts- Stopping eyes and lashes, black, highly strung Sublimity of beauty to launch hard parts Of anyone who yearns for grace, launched to...
by phillipw | May 20, 2020 | BE, DE
The Faintest Stir Caused by a Moth’s Wing Passing Exactly where does beauty’s essence go? It sags beneath the wrinkles and that blotch Distressing tattered skin. The saggings grow As flesh slumps down in gravity. We watch Our children flourish, wilt and die if we...
by phillipw | May 20, 2020 | BE, DE, FO, SH
Death Be Now Proud: A Highly Articulated Shrimp as Gem Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The lighting strikes, extreme in angle, from Above and glints from it a glory, gold And glowing. It’s as if it is...
