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Insight

Insight He holds his whorly head there in his hands. He clutches druggy hair and all the world There.  Hypnotized, he thinks the junk expands The universe, or painlessness impearled Is forming there inside his long-locked skull. The fix is not predictive; addictive...

Why Fuck with Myths and Legends?

Why fuck with myths and legends?  Why not let Them be?  Why try to modernize the Flood Or Cain’s red fratricide, Pandora’s threat? The likelihood is that we’ll get more mud Than blood, attenuated menace, and Some other watered down effects.  Clark...

World Book

       World  Book Is there a book which you would choose to be The World when this one is destroyed, say, slim Selections of this earth’s best poetry On silk imprinted and with gilded trim? Or would you choose an ivory book of runes Encrypting lost religions...

Poets Are the Legislators of the Scientific World

In 2011 I was reading a biography of John Keats.  In the introduction Lord Byron is quoted as saying that Keats “belonged to that second-hand school of poetry” because he got his inspiration from poetry and art, not from life.  Be that as it may (and Byron...

One Brilliant Spot on a Poet’s Pillow

One Brilliant Spot on a Poet’s Pillow [It used to be that there was a notice in Keats’ House, Hampstead, London, beside the bust of John Keats set on a pedestal that said that it had been tailor-made to make the top of the bust reach exactly to the height...

Sterile

          Sterile I throw my rice on you, small handfuls of White wishes with husks rubbed off.  Grains catch there In your hair, a few, the ones that know love And its meaninglessness.  That’s what they share With God, that clinging whiteness and a blank...

Twenty-four Carat Turing

 Twenty-four Carat Turing They’re on the way to building techy brains With nano wires of coated silver. Gold Might do, but maybe not, since leaving strains Of greed would be too human.  Strands enfold A new creation of electrics which Exists in nanospheres...