Nō Theatre in Slow and Slower Sadomasochism Motion

Nō Theatre in Slow and Slower Sadomasochism Motion

Nō Theatre in Slow and Slower Sadomasochism Motion Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  “eternity shows itself in love with the productions of time” ~ R. H. Blyth, Zen and Zen Classics, vol. 5, p.125 Eternity...

Mrs. Lindon and Beyond the Veil

Mrs. Lindon and Beyond the Veil Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem    Fanny Brawne, later Mrs. Lindon Avoiding ghost temptations to go through The curtain made of voile of silk between The living and the...

The Hint

The Hint Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  His mind had watercolor’s purple on It, nothing overdone, but it was there. The wash was not of yellow, far from dawn Of orange.  His heart and soul were not...

An After-sunset Avenue in Montpelier, Vermont

An After-sunset Avenue in Montpelier, Vermont Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  For Linda Pervier   The arc lights in the darkness of the street Create an eeriness in time.  The leaves Fall through them...

Junge Männer

Junge Männer, a Sonnet Sequence on the photographs in Herbert List’s Junge Männer [Each sonnet is about at least one of the sonnets in List’s book.  Before the title of each sonnet is the number of the photograph the poem is about, as in (#1).  Often (or...

Looking for His Love

           Looking for His Love   The first firefly! It was off, away,— The wind left in my hand.                        ~ Issa   The firefly lands by chance upon my hand And flashes there, blink, blink in twilight green. In growing darkness little glows expand,...

Meditation and Revelation

             Meditation and Revelation A firefly, glowing, glowing, glowing swerves Around the temple bell and rests upon It, glinting.  In the twilight glowing curves Have settled on the metal briefly.  Drawn Towards the contours of the bronze, the fly Begins its...

The Endless Loop

          The Endless Loop Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Each blossom pushes towards perfection, pink Or white or orange.  Petals open wide Like little gods that in their waking wink Towards a soft...

The Y Chromosome Inside the Tiny Holy Grail

The Y Chromosome Inside the Tiny Holy Grail            All day the firefly         Folds in his glow beneath grass          Waiting for twilight.   ~ a found haiku; original words adjusted by PhillipWhidden; encountered in Henry David Thoreau’s A Week on the Concord...

Ricocheting and Reverberations

   Ricocheting and Reverberations “A Poem of any length neither can be, nor ought to be, all poetry.”           ~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge The lazy ones all say, “I like this line.” That keeps them from admitting that they don’t Like all the others.  That is all just...

Textually Abused

           Textually Abused It used to be that English teachers taught Us poetry by reading it aloud Or telling us that on our own we ought To memorize it.  In the distant cloud Of eons past all poetry was set In memory by bards but maybe no One else.  Our teachers...

Four Corners

                 Four Corners Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The Earth was said to have four corners when The Bible first appeared in Jewish minds. My mind has just four corners.  Its amen Is...

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...

Linda

               Linda He falls apart.  He picks it up and goes To pieces.  Snapshots there had lain inside The closet darkness decades.  In the throes Of stirred up memories, he learned they misguide. Blank absence makes us think that we’re like ones Who don’t believe...

Pearl Harbor and Hiroshima

   Pearl Harbor and Hiroshima The past is nuclear, exploding in A present moment boring as a brown Field waiting for some turnip seeds.  The skin Of now is guiltless, threatless till the frown Of yesterday’s wide sins rips up the fleece. The grimace is electric in...

Comprising

              Comprising Even the darkness is light to Him.  (Psalm 139:11) The starlight pierces river darkness, black. The distant beams come down reflected in The moving surface, each a laser track Upon the water.  Like a black hole’s skin, The flow envelopes it...

Lost Legends Long Before the Vedas and the Iliad

Lost Legends Long Before the Vedas and the Iliad Go far enough in time and all becomes Strict mists and stone.  Fire circles heard the tales So long forgotten now that tribal drums Are recent evolutions, compared.  Trails Do not exist to take us back to spells And...

A History of Upswelling Poisons Unintended

A History of Upswelling Poisons Unintended Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  e plants some seeds, some sentences and words In rows.  What might become of clauses, verbs, And paragraphs he cannot know. ...

Lightning Gods

                Lightning Gods Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The lightning rods for timelessness, we wait For sly eternity to strike.  We wait in time Yet immortality aims to castrate Or drown us. ...

The Humility of Lichen

    The Humility of Lichen The little things we never think of, such As lichen on black rocks in forests we Have never seen—New Zealand stones—a Dutch Man wearing wide-legged woollen trousers he Pulled on that morning with his jacket for His uniform, or white, white,...

Initiations

                Initiations “Every word was once a poem” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson, Essays, “The Poet” “A single letter was a matter of life and death.”  ~ Anne Michaels The alphabets came late, like virgins to A wedding feast.  The clauses, words, and grunts Of love were...

Where Cleanest Vaulting Beauty Flies

Where Cleanest Vaulting Beauty Flies Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “Youths and maidens all blythe and full of glee, carried the luscious fruit in plaited baskets; and with them there went a boy who...

The Ion, the Phaedrus, the Republic

The Ion, the Phaedrus, the Republic When someone else is all mixed up, we tend To sneer at what they have to say, so why Not Plato?  Must we allow him to bend And contradict his arguments?  Is high Philosophy supposed to work like that? He has the voices in two...

The Cavern Leading to the Muses

The Cavern Leading to the Muses When Linus first invented rhythm with A melody in song, the beauty came Ideal — so lovely that a sacred myth Could not compete.  Apollo could not tame A thing so perfect, so he had to kill The poet.  Deity must never lose With humans,...

Pindar on Theoxenus

      Pindar on Theoxenus   The poet Pindar focuses on love Derived from burning rays from flashing eyes Of young Theoxenus.  They are above All others.  Love in any other guise Is dimness at its best.  The sun can melt The wax of bees, can sting it with its heat....

Esthetic Wistfulness as Obscenity

Esthetic Wistfulness as Obscenity “The two greatest poems of western man are still, in many eyes, the two oldest.  And the grace and sanity of Greece are not so common in the modern world that we can afford to forget them.” ~ F. L. Lucas in Greek Poetry Does ancient...

Gin as Tonic

              Gin as Tonic It moves like hypnotism down the throat, Like fuzzy ecstasies that stroke the tongue Along their way.  A beauty soon begins to bloat The brain like sugared peace and mist among The nagging weights, those boring days, the nights Of brownish...

Earl Grey in Old Imari Porcelain

Earl Grey in Old Imari Porcelain He could have stayed behind his desk.  He could Have signed stock-trading bonds.  He could have stayed Not writing symphonies.  Each night he would Have travelled home to comfort.  Hubert strayed. He could have travelled home each...

What Matters Really is Only the Text

What Matters Really is Only the Text Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem [This is a poem that is as fouled up as modern literary theory. The poem fails to be a sonnet.] What matters really is only THE...

The Cosmos Reduced to Pathetic Nil

 The Cosmos Reduced to Pathetic Nil The cosmos, poor old thing, just falls away. It doesn’t matter anymore than dishrags, sour Beneath the sink.  Creation starts to sway To less than nothingness the way a tower Crumbles into heap and dust in earthquake Nausea.  Love...

Literary Inspiration from on High

Literary Inspiration from on High “The gods arranged all this, and sent them their misfortunes in order that future generations might have something to sing about.” ~ King Alcinous in the Odyssey at the end of Book VIII The question of our poets’ impulse, long Ago...

Reader Response Literary Theory

Reader Response Literary Theory “Chaucer doesn’t intend that his Pilgrims’ judgments be on the mark; quite the contrary, in most cases.  They constantly overpraise and underpraise one another, miss the point, get the moral wrong, pursue unrelated quarrels, introduce...

Plato Pooh-poohs Poets

Plato Pooh-poohs Poets, like Blaming a Leopard for not Being an Antelope Poor Plato misses, glaringly, the point, As eggheads often do.  Poets, he “thinks,” Are worse than useless.  That’s due to their joint Mistake of using mimesis (which stinks)...

Entirety

               Entirety A hand receives a firefly on its palm And holds wings for as long as they will stay. The moment is a time for twilight, calm, A luminescent quietness, dark and day, To meld together, briefly, briefly. Brief The instant, instant, instant but the...

Counterintelligence

          Counterintelligence A text becomes a pretext for a nerd Of criticism, theorizing, or Detectives’ brains.  The poem is a turd For lab investigation.  Those minds pore Between the lines.  These Sherlocks search for clues About the author or the context in His...

Life

                    Life The random tints of blue are set beside Some richer colors.  Here and there the cold One settles in a patch, like failure cried There.  It enhances chord-like yellow, bold, And orange bursts.  There’s too much beige and green As usual and not...

Éminences Grises

         Éminences Grises The lines go on and on, so distant that They seem much farther from their readership Than Beacon Hill is from Medicine Hat. Such writing comes about through leadership Of theoretic minds as cool as crabs In Arctic zones.  A Wallace Stevens,...

Alert

                     Alert Discovering Americas inside Himself he never knew were there, he felt Apollo’s ranging thrust, Paul Bunyan’s stride Across their western deserts’ sagebrush pelt, Stepped out Atlantics and Pacifics, Lake Superiors, stretched canyons wider...

Rimbaud, Magyars, and the Perfect Number Seven

Rimbaud, Magyars, and the Perfect Number Seven Research reveals that when the Magyars Invaded Hungary, they counted up Not quite to seven.  And in Verlaine’s stars Barely anything mattered but the cup Arthur offered him to drink.  Verlaine should Undoubtedly have...

Stone Town Markers, Markets

Stone Town Markers, Markets Bronze Livingstone is specked with pigeon shit And thousands walk across his abbey tomb His London grave, tourists, heedless of it. A few might think of liberty’s slow bloom In Africa where slavery died its long And lingering death.  They...

In Time of War

This poem is a bit of juvenilia written when I was 19.  It is not a sonnet. It breaks at least two major rules of the sonnet form, but then Wordsworth broke them spectacularly in “Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802,” (which is almost...

A Spiritual Reading: I Corinthians 13

A Spiritual Reading:  I Corinthians 13 What merit does this image have?  Why print It in between two strangely moving ones? There is a bit of beauty here, a hint Of dreaminess as well, yet nothing stuns Us.  Light and shade and texture form the whole Here.  Nothing...

Dreary Literary Theory

     Dreary Literary Theory There’s nothing quite so clear that scholars can’t Transmogrify it to opacity. There’s nothing academics won’t enchant Away to mud with their audacity. They do this with their stupid fancy words And jargon they deploy to make them seem More...

Young and Doomed

      Young and Doomed Why have a nightmare when, already, you Are caught in one?  He lies alone in bed, Itself sufficient bad dream stuff to skew This scene away from others here.  His head Especially looks threatened with his black Hair trapped in dead dark shadow,...