The Loss of the Louvre

The Loss of the Louvre

          The Loss of the Louvre Imagine that the world of pictures died And words alone were left.  The Instagram And TikTok types would all want suicide. Then poetry would rule; this oriflamme Of language would replace nought one, nought one Of photographs and...

Hollywood, Bally-wood, Female Smally-wood, Schmallywood

Hollywood, Bally-wood, Female Smally-wood, Schmallywood Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  While feeling slightly nauseated with The imagery around him in the scenes And songs, with all the Hollywood blonde...

Rudolph Nureyev and Dame Joan Fonteyne

Rudolph Nureyev and Dame Joan Fonteyne Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Bing Videos The arts endeavor lifting high The heart in beauty or in anger, woe Or joy as though a wizard with a sly Baton is waving...

A Miracle that I Could Continue Playing

A Miracle that I Could Continue Playing Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The only time I ever felt the power Of Bach was when I played “God’s Time is Best” That first time in an early evening hour, An...

Canaveral Olympic Sport

     Canaveral Olympic Sport           The Splashothrills In Response to Wordsworth and the Daffodils The brothers and the sisters set a race Of sorts.  They go out to the little dock And brace up on that sunlit wooden space, Banana River space.  Some lift up frock...

“Mythical Land of the Ever Young”

  “Mythical Land of the Ever Young” “I can’t help feeling that he has been smothered and castrated, and there he is, quite different, and memorable, could we disinter him.” ~ Virginia Woolf   “They shall grow not old, as we that are left...

The Minx and Sacrifice

             The Minx and Sacrifice The reason Marilyn appealed to both The men and women was because she meant A dual thing and not just beauty.  Too loath To say that, though, they melted to her scent Composed of victimhood and vampishness. They, deep gods, or...

Sado Island

                        Sado Island Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem A haiku does not aim for beauty.  In The essence of the poem beauty waits. A prima donna stays behind the thin Wing curtains. ...

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...

The Prophet Addresses Bagoas

The Prophet Addresses Bagoas Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Your heart will be volcano-like with force And lava.  You will be the lightning bolt That he has always wanted, you the horse And he your...

Lyrical Light and Annihilation

Lyrical Light and Annihilation The harp is not of heaven alone.  Its strings Have been to Hades on the saddest trip. A  gilded harp may seem to have the wings Of Hermes.  It may ride an Argo ship Which has one eye to see its way to fleece And gold, to beauty’s...

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...

The Eternal Cry of Women about Men and Love

The Eternal Cry of Women about Men and Love “Your thoughtlessness in love, Orpheus, has wrecked us both.”  ~ Virgil, in Robert Graves, The Greek Myths, p. 93 They never know, these men, including when They get the clearest orders.  Even gods Are useless:  Pluto gives...

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....

Instinct and Alexander the Hateful

Instinct and Alexander the Hateful Achilles, after many years of war, And after losing Patroklus to death, Reacted vilely, more like smelly whore Than man of Greek-sky principles.  Blue death And anguish overwhelming him like sea Wave, catastrophic, made by monsters,...

Their Final Pathetic Option

Their Final Pathetic Option “It is therefore necessary to give orders, not only to poets, but also to all artists and craftsmen, that they should portray the image of goodness in their works and avoid everything that is ugly and bad…”. ~ Penelope Murray, Plato on...

Instinct and Alexander the Hateful

Instinct and Alexander the Hateful Achilles, after many years of war, And after losing Patroklus to death, Reacted vilely, more like smelly whore Than man of Greek-sky principles.  Blue death And anguish overwhelming him like sea Wave, catastrophic, made by monsters,...

The Music Historian

     The Music Historian “Johann Sebastian Bach: the Story of the Development of a Great Personality (1909), [was] rated by The Times as his most important book” ~ Wikipedia Nobility and grandeur at the height Of music, that is what the boy was taught By Wesley. ...

Psalm 130

               Psalm 130 From out of depths of sorrow came the sounds Of  Parry’s anthem (first of all) “In my Distress.”  The music came from deep chest wounds Und Bach and Luther.  Anguish reaches sky And heaven only when the music climbs From sources such as...

O Head Full of Blood and Wounds

O Head Full of Blood and Wounds Before his fourteenth year the boy wrote down A melody like Bach’s “O Haupt voll Blut Und Wunden,” but the sixth note did not frown. Instead it mounted up.   It took a route More positive.  Prophetic nearly, one Might say, when looking...

The Little Prince Who Grew

The Little Prince Who Grew   Like me he grew up slim and sturdy, blond As Greece or Florida in sun. He crawled And stood up.  Women around us were fond Of gold smiles, Philip and Phillip.  They mauled Us with their cuddling kisses.  We were fine, Right through it all,...

Foucault Addresses Barraqué After his Death

Foucault Addresses Barraqué After his Death Invisible inside sapphiric blue, Pale beauty was the hidden man.  Your need To hide–conceal yourself, seek to subdue All revelation of your soul, impede Not only others but your mouth and hand From searching out your...

Barraqué, Un Homme Piquant  comme Moi

Barraqué, Un Homme Piquant  comme Moi Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The newer teacher didn’t know me long Before he asked, “You are a tetchy friend, Aren’t you?”  Mais oui, I think that it is wrong...

Barraqué Breaks Off Their Love

Barraqué Breaks Off Their Love The breaking off of love is not a small Affair.  It’s not like breaking off a limb That’s hanging from a tree.  It’s not at all Like breaking off the singing of a hymn Because the practice isn’t going right. It’s more like sacrilege,...

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...

Dumb Forecast

           Dumb Forecast That little wrinkled sack between his thighs Predicts.  The contents there will make him grow Much bigger.  Certain parts will spread in size, His shoulders, biceps, thicker neck.  Down low Beneath his belly button, balls will swell And, yes,...

Synthesis

                Synthesis Examine for yourself the claim that love Is noblest and the mightiest of all. Is it far better than the truth, above An iron-like honesty?  Is love more tall Than mountained decency?  And is not hate Sometimes required to make things work? ...

Coherent

               Coherent “Anacreon[2] (a native of Teos in Asia Minor) sings that his barbitos only gives out erotic tones.[1] ” Wikipedia, “Barbiton” ………. More delicate, pastel in sound than lyres, The barbitos was songstress Sappho’s harp And...

Little Blues Packets

      Little Blues Packets Thomas Wentworth Higginson reported Dickinson’s comments about sweets in a letter to his wife: “‘People must have puddings’ this [was said] very dreamily, as if they were comets—so she makes them” (L342a)...

Dionysus as Pictured in the Encyclopaedia Britannica

[I suspect that few people who know anything about the wine and party god, Dionysus/ Bacchus, and the female Bacchanalian worship of him, know that he was a god of prophecy as well, sufficiently respected to share prophesying duties with Apollo at the cave of Delphi.]...

Verlaine on la Poésie

      Verlaine on la Poésie “a composer is someone who desires, as a male desires” ~ Jean Barraqué A poet is a man who knows desire, Desire as love, affection, and as lust, Devotion as a spirit’s candle fire, Aflame as silently as men who must Refrain from...

Rimbaud Wrote, “We are in the months of love”

Rimbaud Wrote, “We are in the months of love” No.  Poets are the mouths of love.  That kid Was wrong from early on.  He sent that line To Théodore, who early saw the skid This lice-filled fiend would slide down.  Evil swine, Archangel eyed, his lips snagged only one...

The Months of Love

    The Months of Love   On May 24, 1870, Rimbaud wrote a letter from Charleville to Théodore de Banville, leader of a group of poets in Paris.  Maybe each intense blueness is eternal, even if only for the season of love. “Dear Master, We are in the months of love And...

La Musique de Sade

      La Musique de Sade The mathematics of your music were combined With jouissance, jolts of physics known as sound. Your love and compositions were aligned With calculations and the most profound Depressions, melancholia and drink—...

The Origin of the Dead Sea

The Origin of the Dead Sea The music sears, romantically intense, As well it might because it is a sea On fire.  It is a sparseness that is dense With utteration of severity. The darkest wine dark ocean set to flame Sings out like pain’s eternity in time. It is an...

Foucault Addresses Barraqué After his Death

Foucault Addresses Barraqué After his Death Invisible inside sapphiric blue, Pale beauty was the hidden man.  Your need To hide—conceal yourself, seek to subdue All revelation of your soul, impede Not only others but your mouth and hand From searching out your...

Barraqué Breaks Off Their Love

Barraqué Breaks Off Their Love The breaking off of love is not a small Affair.  It’s not like breaking off a limb That’s hanging from a tree.  It’s not at all Like breaking off the singing of a hymn Because the practice isn’t going right. It’s more like sacrilege,...

Men Lying Apart

         Men Lying Apart   And where do you three lie now, Barraqué, Foucault, and Nietzsche?  You have been removed. One lies in Vendeuvre, one far away In Trélévern, as if life disapproved And did a deal with hell.  Trapped Nietzsche lies In such a tiny village that...

Julian the Apostate Proclaimed Emperor Near Notre Dame Cathedral

      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, Jean...

Aleatory Melodies

     Aleatory Melodies Are sonnets chancy music pieces, fey, More like a mistress in a corset when Victoria reigned?  Do they lead astray As some silk-corseted comedienne Embarrasses with innuendo or Their saucy message.  Are they like twelve-tone Sonatas rigidly...