New Orleans Drinking Whiskey Neat

New Orleans Drinking Whiskey Neat

New Orleans Drinking Whiskey Neat   that which halts itself                                                                                              dreams. ~ Lorca, “Running” (“Corriente”) A sonnet lends a pause.  It brings a halt To Tuesday stuff.  It enters...

I Canali, un Pranzo, il Arsenale

        I Canali, un Pranzo, il Arsenale Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The Romans, Japanese and Greeks once had A reverence, religious in a calm Way, quiet, for the clockwork things, the sad (The...

James Points the Way to Future, Foreign Adventures

James Points the Way to Future, Foreign Adventures My plane takes off not quite as bumpy in That flight beyond the crabgrass at the end Of runway launch as Piper Cub wings win The sunshine wind of Florida, extend Their grip and take us jostling through the air Above a...

Divine Silence

Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Japan has gods.  They know their place.  Their place Lies set in leaves and flowers, in anger’s sea. These gods all know one law of Stoic face And steel, as rigid as those...

Burden

Burden Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem All the cherry blooms I saw today have become A pink load on me. ~ Sobaku [freely and unfreely paraphrased by Whidden] Sobaku’s postscript to his painitng...

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...

Trinity’s Anchorite in Gentle Agony

   Trinity’s Anchorite in Gentle Agony James Strachey, lacking goldsmiths’ stunning hair, Sat by his non-gold fire alone inside His Cambridge room and felt the flare Of shrined romance within his ribs.  It dyed His arteries and veins the color of A soul in...

Cool as a Thick-haired Cucumber

    Cool as a Thick-haired Cucumber “I have need to busy my heart with quietude.” ~  Rupert Brooke James suffered like a teenybopper lass In love with manufactured pop star guys. He hovered like an altar boy at mass Outside the poet’s rooms.  He hoped his eyes Would...

A Hovering Sexual Position

              A Hovering Sexual Position Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The poet, Rupert Brooke, felt trouble with Deciding what his sex position was. He listened to his gay friends’ favorite myth...

A Solitary Fire

                   A Solitary Fire In bobby socks the teenyboppers used To sigh or scream about a baritone, Or tenor, or falsetto voice.  Amused, Their objects of desire jived through a zone Of smugness like a phoenix on its pyre. Before these screeching fans, young...

If macho stars are doing sex with men

If macho stars are doing sex with men, That must be covered up.  Mere Vaseline Across the lens won’t do.  It’s cock and hen That’s right for Hollywood.  Shut down the scene If Marlon Brando kisses Dean and/or The other way around.  Rock Hudson’s Day Is just for show. ...

Esthetic Ricochet

                  Esthetic Ricochet A room with gilded sliding screens is flown Through by a swallow.  It swoops in and out So swiftly that the moment makes a throne Of thrill and beauty.  It is like a shout From Christ or Buddha, utter and so brief That brevity...

Distance is Prophecy

                                      Distance is Prophecy Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The distance is attached to futures or A future. In the watercolour scene The distance and the future both...

Haiku Paradox

       Haiku Paradox The Korean boat does Not pause.  Sails cause it to pass, But where in this haze? ~ Buson Forking into mist A stream on the moor is vague And clear, both, at once. ~ Shirao An odd boat, foreign in its shape, slips past, Korean in its shape and...

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. ...

Art for Farts’ Sake

       Art for Farts’ Sake The monstrous lack of any sense in art Was followed by the monstrous lack of sense In thinking and philosophy .  The part Of Derrida and Deconstruction’s dense Offensive springs to mind.  A crazed theory Of this and that philosopher in turn...

Phases Fading

         Phases Fading Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The passing rain is Drying on the day-glory Which will die tonight. ~ Shiki The rain takes little care while dropping on The blossoms of the...

January Daffodils

          January Daffodils The daffodils are shouting up above Midwinter snow.  They shout Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! HA! And Happy! Happy! HAPPY! All in love With yelling yellow, filling snow with awe Of promises of spring, blooms feel quite smug That they have sprung up there...

Fabulous

                   Fabulous Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The ancient Japanese sword-makers bent Bent, coaxed their steel, more thousands of plies, than Rehearsing swordsmen slashed their blades. ...

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...

MENSA

         MENSA I have a lack of knowledge that is quite Encyclopedic when it comes to “pop” (Pop culture stuff).  I like more erudite And highbrow matters.  Tracks like “Lollipop, Oh Lollipop, Oh Lollie! Lollie!” can’t Appear on radar screens for me.  Some lines From...

A New Heaven and Undirtied Earth

A New Heaven and Undirtied Earth For James Reis Forget the “thought” of Plato (Socrates) That stories, plays, and poetry can cope With only pasts, and now, and futures.  Seize The truth instead.  Create a newer scope By setting works in time that’s never been, That...

The Big Exceptions

   The Big Exceptions The women move in caged in places both In life and plays.  In poetry they are Curtailed to Sappho and Corinna.  Troth Constricts Penelope.  It hems.  No spar To take her seas away, she sits at loom, Is trapped at night unpicking her trapped work,...

If Orpheus Had Not Looked Back

If Orpheus Had Not Looked Back Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem If Orpheus had not looked round, his wife Would not have fallen back to death.  He would Have had her all his unheroic life. The Argosy...

Dissonance in Early Poetry

Dissonance in Early Poetry Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse The  primal poet sang at Jason’s feast, At Jason’s wedding to Medea.  Gods Are vile:  the marriage’s allure deceased As Orpheus’s melody, at odds With fate, began to fill...

Heaven’s Gate

          Heaven’s Gate That moment when my uncle fell beneath The rearing horse, was crushed beneath its weight, Destroyed Thanksgiving and the Christmas wreath— That wrecked.  Cracked bone horrors can dislocate Time, times, and the dividing of time, swell Time...

Dickinson and Other Obscurities as Sunspots

Dickinson and Other Obscurities as Sunspots           However forgettable you find your voice to be,      you hover on the surface of the sun.  ~  Jaime Mathis … Like Emily you let the others tell Your hymn-like verses’ quality and state. You wait for others’ to...

The Synthesizer in Rare Books and Music in the British Library

       The Synthesizer in     Rare Books and Music       in the British Library The sterness of his haircut and his face, Especially the cruelty in the height Of manly cheekbone, the studious place (Rare Books and Music Room, a lamp with light So harshly aimed at...

I’d Bed You on the Golden Fleece, But…

I’d Bed You on the Golden Fleece, But… I bed you on the Golden Fleece in dreams. Romance is strong as Jason. Strong as love Is sorceress Medea.  Woman’s screams As he impales her rise so high above His gruntings that he almost disappears In nothingness.  A...

Hipsypile, Medea, and the Ascending Star

Hipsypile, Medea, and the Ascending Star Twice Apollonius compares the man, That hero, Jason, to a rising star, A strong one in the dawn or dark.  Scan The lines:  two women lusting for him are Not praised for stellar loveliness.  At best Each comes presented as a...