Venus by Botticelli, Diadoumenos, Johann Sebastian Bach

Venus by Botticelli, Diadoumenos, Johann Sebastian Bach

Venus by Botticelli, Diadoumenos, Johann Sebastian Bach Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Perfection has its drawbacks.  It destroys Descendants in their hopes to make an art That breathes new beauty. ...

Recessional Marche Triumphale ~ Sigfrid Karg-Elert

Recessional Marche Triumphale ~ Sigfrid Karg-Elert Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Throughout the chancel and the nave fall flowers In colors edged the space with petals, form And shape.  Despite the...

“while unending ages run”. . . and the Obscure Poet

“while unending ages run”. . . and the Obscure Poet Joshua 10:12-14 The printed program had those words within It from a hymn.  An irony was caused. The service was about as long as sin Has ruled the Church.  Apparently time paused. The service stretched and...

“Nor the moon by night” ~ Psalm 121

“Nor the moon by night” ~ Psalm 121 Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Please never interfere at night, God.  Let The moon strike any time it wants. I need It.  Keep the sun away, but, please, God get The...

For TikTok, Instagram and not . . . Eternity

For TikTok, Instagram and Not . . . Eternity Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  A buried sundial, buried in the ash Of Pompeii’s death, saw time not marked by sun For nearly two millennia.  As trash In...

Prophetic Suppositions

         Prophetic Suppositions Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  We have to guess if prophets ever wore perfume. They do not tell us if they did.  Just where They dabbed it (if they did), within the plume...

Sports as Warts

              Sports as Warts Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  I ruled out playing sports a while before I learned that they are bad and I was bad At them.  Most other boys went out to score Two-second...

Étude in C Minor, Opus 25 no. 12 with Porphyry Shouts

Étude in C Minor, Opus 25 no. 12 with Porphyry Shouts Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The Chopin étude rams the room with power, Arpeggios that swamp and swamp, then swamp The purple, pulsing chords,...

Microbes’ Excretion in the Priests’ Hair

Microbes’ Excretion in the Priests’ Hair Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  I ask you, what’s the use of beauty if It’s undermined by nuns and monks at prayer, Their hands unknown to you that have a whiff...

Photographs as Conquerors

    Photographs as Conquerors She languishes beyond the portraits made, Aligned above the keyboard and then on Her dressing table.  In the one with shade Below the left eye rests a darker dawn Which, if we might have known its meaning first, Would maybe have required...

How Humans Came to Know Themselves

How Humans Came to Know Themselves “Know thyself.” ~ the pronaos of Apollo’s temple at Delphi Jeremiah 17:9 By juxtaposing paradoxes of Crabbed contradictions ancient Greeks called gods, Greeks learned to know themselves, thus taught that love And...

Unlike Us Who Shrivel Separately

Unlike Us Who Shrivel Separately          The morning glories Brandish side by side and then           They wither, wither.                         ~ Hokushi (Englished by Phillip Whidden) It is as if the vines and tendrils grow Because some God thinks He has made...

Some Things Don’t Need Recollection

Some Things Don’t Need Recollection An old man takes his time to wrap around His sag of flesh the armor.  This care’s not Because he fears the fight or battle ground. It’s just because his joints are are stiff and fraught With aches.  One younger...

Gabriel, Michael and Lucifer in Leaves

Gabriel, Michael and Lucifer in Leaves The voice of autumn yet unheard is still, But soon a breeze will turn, become a wind, Become a storm.  October spreads a chill, A silence almost sound, or singing thinned By yellow in the leaves of aspens, beech And maples to the...

Verlaine, Rimbaud, Lucien Létinois

Verlaine, Rimbaud, Lucien Létinois Verlaine’s emotions are too distant, far Removed and cleft from violets of verse He filled French veins with, each line a devoir Of sorrow, since his feelings were as terse As AK-47 rounds.  His lines Were written out like blade...

Bright Young Men Know Better

Bright Young Men Know Better The sun god sits in golden light upon A golden throne and sends out golden beams. The robe he wears is purple prinked at dawn With rose gold frets, Greek frets.  His presence streams From in his palace in the farthest east, An east beyond...

Love is Empty, Friendship Dead

Love is Empty, Friendship Dead Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem “Pierrot, a macaroon! I cannot live without a macaroon!” The puppets, dressed in satin, purply, ruffs, And skirts of apple green, cerise...

Cobalt and Amber:  Prometheus

Cobalt and Amber:  Prometheus Daydreaming Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem If I could shape the first man, I would make Him cobalt blue,  his eyes a Viking blue, His nose a righteous Grecian one to shake...

Arions Conflated

                    Arions Conflated Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem If you had hooves and mane—and god-made wings— And if you had a voice that let you speak, You might well be a flying horse who...

Cherubim Etched in Gilding

    Cherubim Etched in Gilding   Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Back then world was filled with gold, gold skies. The angels’ wings were tiny, but they flew. Two cherubim in gold attract our...

Bleu, Blue, and Black:   A Sonnet Sequence

                              Bleu, Blue, and Black:                                    A Sonnet Sequence   Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem WARNING:  Some of the sonnets in this sequence may be very...

Conjecture

                            Conjecture   “The unplumb’d, salt, estranging sea” ~ Matthew Arnold   What Wordsworth felt and wondered rests unknown Against the edges of our minds.  We know, Though not completely, what we feel.  Alone The soul is and will always...

Aegean Immortality

        Aegean Immortality Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The eye begins to wonder if the truth About Greek statues is that gods still sleep Within them, living, deep within their youth. The eye looks...

An Unsuitable Boy

    An Unsuitable Boy His arms are almost prominent in this Pic taken of him at Baringo.  They Are hairy but of course the gorgeous Miss Rejected him.  Their bedroom play Revealed his back was even hairier And that was more than she could bear. That hair on shoulders...

Perspective

              Perspective Without perspective we can live in white Infinity, far longer than the space In Leonardo. Chinese painters’ sight Swerves larger like an Orthodox choir’s bass In search of certain formlessness.  Their blanks Loom almost misty like...

Blush

                   Blush Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Three thousand sonnets, thereabouts, he writes But then three plums with blush and underglow Come into his existence.  Smooth skin lights Up...

Armpit and Genital Hair on the Masculine Anima

Armpit and Genital Hair on the Masculine Anima Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The armpit hair of spirits is too dark For women.  Females do not like to think Of it or get a glance of it as stark As...

Rimbaud’s Tiny Kisser

      Rimbaud’s Tiny Kisser Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem …….. It’s worse than that unsmiling mouth implies. It’s more a grimness, executioner Made flesh and teeth.  If he were...

Libation

                   Libation Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Solutrean bison – By Museo de Altamira y D. Rodríguez, CC BY-SA 3.0 I sprinkled my best wine with dust from tombs, Presuming that...

Irradiated Irises

            Irradiated Irises Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem His eyes were deep clairvoyant blue, and blue Of lighter kind, both present in his face At once for Paul to fall in love with.  True To...

Sonnets, Unruly and Ruly

Sonnets, Unruly and Ruly Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Perhaps he ought to be ashamed that, if You smell the bodies of his sonnets, you Will often get at least the slightest whiff Of rudeness,...

Simplicity and Complexity

 Simplicity and Complexity The modern Scandinavians and chairs By Shakers have their meaning just because Of life’s complexity.  The Cubist squares And glossed rectangularity give pause Like Philip Johnson’s house of cleanest glass. The house by Gropius in Lincoln...

  Olé Picasso!

  Picasso! Don’t look at nature after art to slight The art.  The point of art is not to ape But thinking.  Artists target to incite, Not prettify, but cause the mind to gape. To criticize a painting for a lack Of slavishness to facts is silliness Akin to faulting...

Not to Be Eclipsed

         Not to Be Eclipsed Artemis and Apollo Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem He settles into quietness,  a moon That does not give a care about eclipse. He settles into desperate calm, a noon Ruled...

No Divisions

              No Divisions Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem   Tokonama no Botan no yami ya     Hototogisu                ~ Shiki The darkness of the alcove    Where the peonies are;        A hototogisu...

Hearing Deafly

            Hearing Deafly Romantics are like oceans, deep, disturbed, And wide.  Unfathomed parts of them require Attention for this art.  Their depths, perturbed Like Christ’s Bethesda or by coal mines’ fire, Impact the darkness and are meant to treat Our...

Gabriel or Lucifer?

     Gabriel or Lucifer? My cat is like an angel when he dreams, An angel from the furry realms of God. It is as if he more than merely seems To be archangel-like, a cat who’s awed By holy visions twitching in his paws, And lies angelic in his twitching calm. His...

Wedded Love vs. Armpit Stench

Wedded Love vs. Armpit Stench Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Romances sans Paroles (by Verlaine) has a “consistently high standard … and reflects his troubled emotional state over the rupture...

LONG YEARS

           LONG YEARS Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem “You can be free only with me, and I swear to you I will behave in the future.  I am sorry for my part in the wrong.  My mind is clear at last. ...

Éclats de Neige

               Éclats de Neige Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem “éclats de neige”~ Arthur Rimbaud, Illuminations Paul often thought a boy has splinters in His eyes, his irises, his pupils, light...

Bāneh

                        Bāneh The Zagros Mountains hold the city near In beauty.  In the sun it opens like A sunflower, bright and rich.  In winter clear Light shows the buildings.  Snow-sped sunbeams strike It into greater loveliness beneath Ice peaks.  In spring...

Painting as False Prophet in Acrylic

                Painting as False Prophet in Acrylic Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The image in the bedroom looks out through The window, artwork gazing out As if a seer.  It does not see blue Of...

Occult Forces

       Occult Forces Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Blue bioluminescent gardens guide Credit: Kris Williams To shore some birds which otherwise might die. The currents and the winds make creatures...

Πιερία Pieria

               Πιερία Pieria Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Pieria was laid with plains and peaks, The highest one Olympus, when the gods Set forth the world.  Poseidon’s seashore speaks And gives...

Upon the Face of Agamemnon

Upon the Face of Agamemnon “and also he [King Priam of Troy] admires Agamemnon for his beauty” ~ Athenaeus, Deipnosophistae, XIII, 906 Forget that Helen for a moment.  Think Of gorgeous men.  The King of Troy could not Resist men’s beauty.  Helen caused a stink That...

The Venerable, Ancient Need

The Venerable, Ancient Need Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “And Socrates the philosopher, who despised everything, was, for all that, subdued by the beauty of Alcibiades; as also was the venerable...

The Truth about Ancient History, Plato, and Poetry

The Truth about Ancient History, Plato, and Poetry “Socrates says in the Republic that he and Plato’s brothers might have to inform poetry about the ancient quarrel between it and philosophy. Glenn Most (“What Ancient Quarrel between Philosophy and Poetry?”) argues...

The Desert and Dementia

The Desert and Dementia “that fragmented legacy of ideas and figures, stories and histories which can be as real to us as our own more immediate past” ~ Michael Schmidt, The  First Poets The Oxyrhynchus Papyri were trapped In desert sands for half a million nights And...

Piéria

                 Piéria Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “the Muses’ ancient home between the roots of Olympus and the sea; to where ‘Pēneus rolls his fountains Against the morning star’.” ~ F. L....

Oracular, or Delphi at its Worst*

Oracular, or Delphi at its Worst* In Homer’s time no word existed for Art.  Praxitiles and Sappho had no term For it. The Greeks had not even the spore Of such a word, so Plato spoke no firm Ideals about that thing which we call art. He had too much, perhaps, to say...

Music, Poetry and Architecture, All from Mathematics

Music, Poetry, and Architecture, All from Mathematics Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The poet Amphion rebuilt the streets And temples, houses, and the stoa of The ruined Cadmeia.  His lyric beats Were...

Metallic Heroes Did not Dare to Turn their Backs

  Metallic Heroes Did not Dare           to Turn their Backs Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Bronze swords, and shields, and helmets with their crests They wore while slicing men with wounds and death....

Ancient Art

               Ancient Art Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse “the ancients had  not that conception of beauty separated from goodness which forms the basis and aim of aesthetics in our time” ~ Leo Tolstoy A moral pillar rises from...

Bitterer than Blue Dreams

   Bitterer than Blue Dreams Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse I sleep with one black perfect curl beneath My pillow.  It belongs to love.  Below My blond, blond head this curl is like a wreath Of mourning.  Blackness almost has a...

Ithaca ( Ἰθάκη), the Dull Town

Ithaca ( Ἰθάκη), the Dull Town Your wife is there, your two-balled heir, and hound Still true (like bone to brawn) behind his eyes Destroyed with cataracts—but his snout’s bound To ravel your armpit; he’s the surprise That isn’t surprising when you return Among the...

Ars Poetica

             Ars Poetica Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “The word ‘classic’ itself . . . derives from the Latin word classicus which referred to recruits of the ‘first class’, the heavy infantry in...

Classic Clarity

             Classic Clarity Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse Who’d want to read the ancient poets, myth And tales, because of facts?  Aegean blue And empty temples, ancient grave sites with A beaten gold mask may be facts and true,...

Backside Gas in that Jar Called Yale

Backside Gas in that Jar Called Yale One Harold Bloom says modern verse began In 1890—or about then.  That Is what one venerating friend claims.  Can That be?  Only an academic prat Could be so arrogant and blinkered.  I Say modern verse began at least as far Back...

Smooth Contours are the Best

 Smooth Contours are the Best Smooth contours are the best things in the world, The universe in fact.  Who wants the straight When you can have the circular, the curled, The bent and curved?  That box would be a crate (The Taj Mahal) without its graceful domes. If...

Feline Thoughts on Pedigree

Feline Thoughts on Pedigree The English, as usual not nonplussed By foreign aristocracy, impressed No, not at all by noble, upper crust, Unbishoped Talleyrand, were not hard pressed To sneer at Duc de Biron.  After all, Detesting frog and wog, Brits would snigger At...

A Common Prayer for Honesty

A Common Prayer for Honesty Psalm 52:1 ‘an anthem in five parts, “Why boasteth thou thyself,” the second section adding a solo quartet, making a good nine-part work (1865).’ ~ Emily Daymond This criticism of himself becomes The context of his later anthem, “Why...

Arcachon, Summer, 1923, White-Blond Hair

Arcachon, Summer, 1923,        White-Blond Hair “quite too adorable for words, a perfect pet, so grown  up & speaks quite a lot & uses grand phrases.  He is the sturdiest little boy I have ever seen & I can’t say he is spoilt.’  ~ Louise, Queen of Sweden,...

  Verlaine Agonistes

         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...

    Each Autre

              Each Autre Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Four days apart their births and just a few Miles separating them, these two young men, Though geniuses, were destined not to screw Each other. ...

A Found Sonnet: Blue and Black Gemstones  

A Found Sonnet: Blue and Black Gemstones Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “I cannot accept this death.  It’s been some Years now since we’ve seen each other.  Rimbaud, Though (Arthur’s art and face),...

Four Hundred and Twenty  Some Odd Days

Four Hundred and Twenty  Some Odd Days Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem When genius lived in London, English brains Were unaware.  When genius loved among Them, drinking gin is what they did.  The...

Narrow Rooms

          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...

Jeanette Black and White

Jeanette Black and White Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Her eyes cast down as if ashamed of style And beauty, she is captured. She is held Forever in the falseness.  All the while This image has...

Under the Florida Son

 Under the Florida Son On Wilson’s first Inaugural Day A “man” was born.  His father always called Him “Man.”  For instance, Archibald might say, “Go do your hunting, Man.”  Archie’d been galled To have so many females in his life, Was thrilled to have...

Tanagra: the Lady in Blue (Dame en bleu)

Tanagra: the Lady in Blue (Dame en bleu) Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem As stiff as any well-dressed Barbie doll This sculpture from the time before the age Of Alexander’s conquering, the small...

The Vanishing

         The Vanishing Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  A perfect poem that a poet knew (Or nearly knew) attempted to escape From in his ribs and mind.  It almost grew. He got a glimpse of it, its shining...

Art

                 Art Why photograph a fact when you can catch A nightmare, be a Jackson Pollock or A Dalí at his Druid weirdest?  Snatch A depth of fanged subconscious and then pour Some paint of guts across your canvas.  Real Is boring.  Ditch it.  Art becomes mirage...

Primitive Sophisticated Truth

  Primitive Sophisticated Truth Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem   ….…… When Greeks believed that nature’s aspects moved As gods and goddesses, as wind and fire, Then Bóreas came...

Hairy Happiness

     Hairy Happiness The woman watches him. He’s at the sink Inside their hotel room. She notes his arms And shoulders most. She thinks of manly stink In black-haired armpits, glossy in the harms They do to heart and guts as she succumbs. He’s washing them with water...

Fake Views

Fake Views Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem It’s funny how they build a false façade. A pretty, add on semi-circle crowns The church. The shape is lovely, but it’s odd: They make a fake front beauty...

Veiled as for a Funeral, Not a Wedding

Veiled as for a Funeral, Not a Wedding We have that face. We have those written lines. It’s difficult to say just which is more Poetic, hero doomed by death’s designs, Or poetry abandoned by the whore, That smelly adolescent. Words obscure The meanings and the edges...

Formal Poetry against Free Verse

Formal Poetry against Free Verse Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Plato in “inventing some extraordinarily powerful images of his own” came up with “notably the poet as Corybant”. ~ Penelope Murray,...

Appearances

           Appearances I go to choral evensong and sit In regal beauty in the queen’s own free Saint George’s Chapel.  I have used my spit To cut the pain a corn has caused to me When I put on my snakeskin shoes, the blue ………. Ones, Hugo Boss. ...

Watered Down Wine and Esthetics

Watered Down Wine and Esthetics “Gretchen Reydams-Shils (“Myth and Poetry in the Timaeus”) deals with Socrates’ puzzling remark that his description of an ideal state was like a painting.” ~ http://ndpr.nd.edu/news/plato-and-the-poets/ Socrates’...

Oracular, or Delphi at its Worst*

Oracular, or Delphi at its Worst* In Homer’s time, no word existed for Art. Praxiteles and Sappho had no term For it. The Greeks had not even the spore Of such a word, so Plato spoke no firm Ideals about that thing which we call art. He had too much, perhaps, to say...

Broad Marble Guidance

       Broad Marble Guidance Appropriating what we want from Greece Of centuries long, long past, we take the things We find uplifting.  Statues white as peace Are chosen.  Hermes lifts us up with wings That grow from swiftest feet.  His beauty speeds Us up tabove...

Trinkets

               Trinkets When artefacts are placed in galleries, Museums, or the other places where They linger, what cultured calories Exactly do we get from them?  The spare Particulars we have about them tease Us more than tell us fully what we want. They are like...

Déja

                 Déja Do you remember when a piece of art Held truth or meaning in its oil or stone— And beauty even?  Paintings would impart Aesthetic truth and not just some sweet tone Of glowing like a Rothko, luminous But void like Close Encounters of the Third...

Absinthe-minded Charlatan

     Absinthe-minded Charlatan       “The most curious thing about the transformation of the sensorial apparatus—the phenomenon, at least, that struck me most forcibly in the experiments I conducted on myself— is that all sensations are perceived by all senses at...

What Kind of Place is Fit for Men?

What Kind of Place is Fit for Men? …………“L’allée est sans fin” ~ Paul Verlaine What kind of place is fit for hommes who want To make a London nest together, one Where poetry is brooded, a romaunt Perhaps, or maybe some...

“Operating Live on Poetry”

“Operating Live on Poetry” —Delahaye in Divagations So.  Just another boozing, druggy day. That’s how French poets’ love affairs are spent. They sit with friends in an ivre café, And Rimbaud says, “Try an experiment, Hommes.  Put your hands on the table.” ...

Narrow Rooms

            Narrow Rooms It started in a room made narrow by Paul’s Belle-mère.  Lice-doomed 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...

What We Learn in the Great College Street of Knowledge

What We Learn in the Great College Street of Knowledge The worst conclusion to a crimson bout Of love is truth.  We sniff the smell of facts And they are ugly mumbles. With his snout The poet gets the scent.  His heart reacts Like pack hounds to the trail a cognac fox...

Rimbaud in Camden

       Rimbaud in Camden                    “an angel in exile” ~ Paul Verlaine Imagine then an exiled angel.  How Would he appear, this creature, if he were More real than metaphor?  His lids would bow Down over such blue eyes with eyelash fur That azure would become...