by phillipw | Feb 15, 2019 | OL
The sprint, the one event, the only race Was solemn, sacred, holy. Gods leaned down And over clouds to watch a handsome face Push forward to deserve the victor’s crown. No one, except those gods perhaps, could know Just how momentous was this triumph, for It led to...
by phillipw | Feb 15, 2019 | MI
“What would a man not give to engage in conversation with Orpheus?” ~ Plato That marble minded Plato thinks of men, Not women, girls, or boys before they grow Their body hair in armpit, crotch, and then The beard. His brain was right since women glow With threat and...
by phillipw | Feb 14, 2019 | JE
John Updike in Rabbit at Rest has a Floridian Jew sneer that the proof that the Jews are God’s chosen people is in the fact that He gave them such pathetic enemies. The Romans thought destruction of the Jews, Jerusalem, and their shrine was not wrong, But just. Rome...
by phillipw | Feb 13, 2019 | AF
The shreds and shards of poetry we find From ancient Greece are like the battered heads On ruined statuary, both aligned With code breaking and loss, all tattered threads Of ragged tapestries preserved in sand, The dunes of shifting chance. The...
by phillipw | Feb 8, 2019 | MA
6, 28, 496, 8128 . . . Perfection is a state devoutly sought, Evinced alone in mathematics, though. Reach out for it in other realms, there’s naught For seekers of this purest state. There’s no Escaping it: the sciences and art Collaborate against perfection, since...
by phillipw | Feb 4, 2019 | LU
There’s someone deep inside me who is me, The “me” who is my soul—or whatever— Since I’m an unbeliever. It’s the key, Though, something that no surgeon can sever, Not even hifalutin’ blade-like shrinks. He’s actually a person. If you scan Me with precision...
by phillipw | Feb 2, 2019 | Ta
Tanagra The Lady in Blue As stiff as any well-dressed Barbie doll This sculpture from the time before the age Of Alexander’s conquering, the small Blue figurine is not so much a gauge Of ancient worship as it is a piece Of beauty, either for a little girl To...
by phillipw | Jan 29, 2019 | PL
Actuality vs. Philosophy without Armpits How troubling that some strangers from our past Are still alive. They keep on grasping throats And minds like zombies. Souls like them have gassed Us in a concentration camp. Their quotes Pollute, more toxic than sly stench...
