In an Ivory Attic

The Greek Word “Muein” Says “Do Not Utter”

The Greek Word “Muein” Says “Do Not Utter” Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem      You keep your mouth shut till the moment comes That mysticism enters you.  That light Floods in until your inspiration...

The Computer Room Replaces the Bedroom

The Computer Room Replaces the Bedroom Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Men used to disappear in mistress ways, Their mistresses agreeing that a wife Was worth disdain.  While in the bedroom blaze Of lust...

Primeval Will

               Primeval Will A poem is primeval will as strong As impetus in evolution for Our trees around the globe.  The words push, long, Enduring as a Giant Redwood, core Of heartwood at trunk’s center.  Poetry Demands that humans write it, speak it, sing Its...

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...

Classic Roman Marble Walls are Not Poetry.  Monet Water Lilies Framed upon Them Are Not Poetry.  Poetry is Made to Spill.  Soul is Never Still. and  Art May Be Degraded But Is Not Defeated or Transient:  paired sonnets

Classic Roman Marble Walls are Not Poetry.  Monet Water Lilies Framed upon Them Are Not Poetry.  Poetry is Made to Spill.  Soul is Never Still. and  Art May Be Degraded But Is Not Defeated or Transient:  paired sonnets Modern poetry modern verse contemporary...

Dusk on Cape Canaveral

Dusk on Cape Canaveral Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  That which travels                                                                                                                                  ...

Weird

                         Weird Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  How strange these bright orbs seem beneath the snow Of Florida.  The rarity should be The flakes heaped up on an orange van Gogh Might...

Delphi

                    Delphi Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  To die while the dew Is yet undried, that would have Meaningless meaning. ~ Kōyō [Englished and twisted by Phillip Whidden; the more correct...

Thrills and Swoon Romantic Novels

Thrills and Swoon Romantic Novels Your fantasy reaches as far as your hands ~ Lorca, “Oda a Salvador Dalí” (Ode to Salvador Dalí)   The prophet is a poet.  His experience is one known to the poets. What the poets know as poetic inspiration, the prophets call divine...

Double-edged Eternity

           Double-edged Eternity Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  He kissed and in the flowing stream on earth A pool of halt and depth spread, still.  One branch Stretched out across the mirror.  Silent...

My Treatment of You is Far Worse

My Treatment of You is Far Worse Supposing that you wrote a new computer tongue, String codes, a new computer language, whole, From start to finish new, completely strung Out like a spider’s web from you, its scroll From nowhere else but from your mind—and you Then...

Notre Dame’s Acoustics Taken Up with Enoch

Notre Dame’s Acoustics Taken Up with Enoch The polyphonic music of the time When lords and ladies and archbishops ruled, Rose made of notes and lines that as they climb Evaporate.  The melodies were cooled, It seems, to nothingness at last, though lower notes Would...

In an Ivory Attic

              In an Ivory Attic Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  My ivory attic sees me writing lines Alone both day and night.  (It isn’t like Young Chatterton’s.’  The flash of light that...

Among the Stench of Abasement, a Sonnet for Good Friday

Among the Stench of Abasement, a Sonnet for Good Friday Where poetry is from is far away Or cavern deep, or both, or just a girl Who passes on the sidewalk, hair a-sway, Or even one full man whose hair is curl, And curl and curl persuading in their black, As black as...

Heart Disease

                   Heart Disease Men think to use gold, trivialities, To turn their superstitions, nonsense of Their so-called thought, to firm realities. They pile up symbols of agape love, Like golden crucifixes, golden rings And gilded crosses all around a snap Of...

Autumn and the Spanish Steps

          Autumn and the Spanish Steps   Though waiting for the wind so long, the leaves Know patience, or at least they know no dread. The autumn wind is patient, too, perceives Their stoicism wearing orange and red, October yellow even, brighter in Their bravery. ...

Platonic Sweat Only, Please

     Platonic Sweat Only, Please   Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem  You thought that poets do not have plain sweat In armpits, or in crotch . . . or on the chest. Admit it.  Poets shouldn’t have a wet...

Shakespeare’s Ancestors

               Shakespeare’s Ancestors “his feeling is that poetry  is expressions of ‘moments of vision’.” ~ R. H. Blyth on Sōgi We think that poets must have Persians through Their blood.  Persepolis and pillars high, Though broken in those measured meters true Too...

Sheer

             “…poetry is not thought, is not emotion, is not beauty, is not morality, is not religion, but something else….’Seek ye first the kingdom of poetry, and all these things shall be added unto you.’ ” p. 27 ~ R. H. Blyth,...

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...

West and East

                         West and East Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The best of western poetry brings stabs Of truth and recognition to the lung And heart.  Those lines do not bring hardened scabs,...

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...

Wince

                              Wince “Hynes succeeds in reducing Brooke to two pitying, scathing lines: ‘Poor Brooke: it is his destiny to live as a      supremely poetical figure, shirt open and hair too long and profile perfect – a figure that appeals to that...

Poetry Saved by Photographs and Words of Memory

Poetry Saved by Photographs and Words of Memory It hardly matters if his verse is great, Carved lines, bronze poetry, immortal stuff, Or not.  Brooke’s like a surfer on the spate Of swollen wave tops.  Killing beauty’s tough. It lingers on in culture’s core.  His face...

Approximating versus Knowing

        Approximating versus Knowing He wasn’t photogenic, no, not quite. Some formal portraits capture beauty, glow Almost with glory, but don’t hold the might To hint enough of what he had to show, Why men and women staggered in their hearts. These pictures made...

Who Made Gods and Constellations and Our Deaths?

Who Made Gods and Constellations and Our Deaths?   Amos 5:8   The poets , long before the writers, made The myths of pregnant moon, and miracles, land With Godzilla quakes, realms of hell-born shade, And ocean, sick divinity, its hand And penis moving everywhere in...

Hesitancy

                 Hesitancy Being chased The firefly Hides in the moon. ~ Ryōta When poetry is analyzed too much, It starts to lose its meaning or its force. A haiku clarified with heavy touch Becomes transparent to the mind, of course, But dies inside the heart.  The...

The Rebirth of Religion

                           The Rebirth of Religion If horses flew with equine, stallion wings Unfallen as archangels’ feathered shapes, And Pegasus drank deeply from the springs And falls of Peirene inspiration, drapes Of godlike water for his throat, then we Might...

Half a Thousand Years from Now

       Half a Thousand Years from Now Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “The harp that once through Tara’s halls” Messi and Neymar HUG Each Other After Argentina’s Win | Copa America...

What Poetry Should Be and Never Be

What Poetry Should Be and Never Be Too many people think that poetry Should be like this one photo of a dusk. They think that poetry should only be Pink, lavender, and fuzzy clouds.  No musk Of malenesss, armpit smell, and not, not, not A waft of crotch sweat from a...

Japanese and Chinese Poets Imagined Frogs Performing Poems

Japanese and Chinese Poets Imagined Frogs Performing Poems Te wo tsuite  uta mōshiaguru  kawazu hana   Placing his hands on Mud, the frog respectfully Recites his poem. ~ Sōkan Those poets speak of frogs producing lines Of poetry.  Such poets of the pond Gulp forth...

“Poetry is idealized grammar” ~ Oscar Wilde

“Poetry is idealized grammar” ~ Oscar Wilde An epigram is not required to be Grammatically as logical as laws Of science.  If the bon mot holds the key To paradox, an ideal plants the cause Of poetry in fields of richer loam Although the weeds of words may interfere...

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...

The Soldier

             The Soldier Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem In Skyros’ grove of olives, olive leaves Are brought to death by being torn from trees. The party carries him in death and grieves To lay his...

Blue Rugby and Blue Gallipoli

  Blue Rugby and Blue Gallipoli Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem We do not think of Rubert Brooke in blue, When we remember him at all.  We think of Brooke Between some pages of a volume, true To...

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...

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. ...

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...

Which God is Not

      Which God is Not “The intellect can understand any part of a thing as a part, but not as a whole.  It can understand anything which God is not.”  page 193 That’s really not what poetry can deal With.  Poetry that’s poetry cannot Express the whole.  A poem makes...

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...

Whack Humor

             Whack Humor Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem When he is at his gayest, you can know That he hulks earnest in designs.  To take Him at his surface meaning is to go Awry the way a moth in...

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...

The Poet Can Change his Spots

The Poet Can Change his Spots Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The poet sometimes writes with ermine as The trim upon his writing lordly robe, But sometimes he is playing sultry jazz, Progressive,...

Distant Hits

                   Distant Hits The writing of vague truths in sonnets to Those readers you will never know takes on An almost holy redolence.  You brew Up draughts of hormones and of nights long gone, And other steams of psychedelic drugs, And somewhere far away,...

Binfield’s Baddest Bantam Boy

Binfield’s Baddest Bantam Boy Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem When Pope devised heroic couplets, they Were like the weapons of the day men walked With by their thighs.  Their rapiers’ display Was...

The Lark Ascending

           The Lark Ascending “But wider over many heads The starry voice ascending spreads, Awakening . . . As he to silence nearer soars”             “The Lark Ascending” ~ George Meredith He hopes to raise such images, and thoughts, And beauties in his poems as the...

Sexual Torture

                Sexual Torture The phrase in Japanese “comes smelling out” Becomes just “wafted.”  What a letdown such Attempts result in, only a Girl Scout Translation.  Poetry deploys a crutch When being forced across from foreign tongue To foreign tongue.  When...

Symphonies or Aristotle

    Symphonies or Aristotle Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem A poet opens up his lips.  We want A poem from them, not wisdom.  A sage Pronouncement we can do without.  The font Of clear philosophy...

Tulip Eclipse

                 Tulip Eclipse Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem When peonies erupt, they look like bombs Of lava made of petals, pinks and whites, Hurled up in mid-May air, or more like psalms Performed...

Woman

                 Woman You slip away in poems that you wrote, In songs composed, in paintings painted by Your lust and fingers.  You turn out the vote For candidate and then learn just how sly He was, or muster funding for the cause— And win—but then the circumstances...

Absence Forbidden by Anamnesis

Absence Forbidden by Anamnesis Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Pure absence is unknown—as long as mind Retains the memory, absence is denied. An ancient poet, wandering and blind, Can see that fact. ...

Zyklon B

            Zyklon B The darkness hangs so heavy it might make A sound if struck.  The darkness is like black So weighty nightmares might begin to shake If they encountered it.  Hearts might attack It.   Hearts are only hearts, though.  They are made Of  blood and...

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...

Cormorants

              Cormorants   Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Morning twilight; in Their basket the cormorants                   Asleep, exhausted.        ~ Shiki The poet notices the tiny things,...

The Point of Poetry and Song

   The Point of Poetry and Song Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A poem or a song can be as fierce As knife points.  They are neutral, though, about The hole they make.  They care not whom they pierce...

Reeking Champ; and, Raving for the Ravers—Paired Sonnets

         Reeking Champ Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “Achilles exists only through Homer.” ~ François-René de Chateaubriand in his preface to Les Natchez, 1826 “Achilles was a heel.”  ~ Lapel badge...

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. ...

Would-be Dictator, a Reptile-like Surinam Toad

Would-be Dictator, a Reptile-like Surinam Toad The President begins to sip his tea. He holds the cup, not daintily. His firm Two fingers grip the handle. His decree Has just been tweeted. Those who start to squirm Are not considered. Gazing out beyond The roses in the...

Antarctica’s Dry Valley

      Antarctica’s Dry Valley Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Extremes beyond imagining for most Are what some poets want to capture.  They Want more.  They strain to make their minds engrossed With...

Taironan Troy

                        Taironan Troy    See  “Mucho más que libros,” Semana, 4 June 2001, Bogatá “At the time of the conquest, the Tairona had different cultural practices than Modern Native American populations.  Ethnographic sources highlight freedom to...

In a Florida Beeyard

In a Florida Beeyard Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The lightest, powered gold is carried by The bees.  They do not think of it as gold. They do not think of it as light.  They fly Through beauty’s...

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...

Dagger-like and Sword-like Will Notwithstanding

Dagger-like and Sword-like Will Notwithstanding The tears do not comply with lines in skin. They course along outside the ditches, rude Though silent in belligerence.  These thin Trails cannot hold the pain when it is skewed Away from tracks that time has dug. ...

 Their Painted Desert

       Their Painted Desert Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem They wait. They wait beneath.  They wait below Us, we who live.  Some wait in mud like Peat Men sacrificed for long lost reasons.  Woe Is far...

The Cape

               The Cape Consider what the cape desires.  It wants to see The clouds of birds that used to fly above It in their immemorial paths, sea And sea and sea beneath their search for love And nestlings.  Cape  Canaveral wants the white And white and white...

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...

What We Drink

        What We Drink Who wants thick wisdom first in poems?  It Is ours for chewing in the pleasures of The scrolls of Plato, thinkers who permit The thought that pleasure proves the point of love, And stern philosophers with guts to kill All weakness, straight.  The...

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 Triune Potency

     The Triune Potency According to Penelope Murray, “Socrates . . . . says, ‘any story or poem . . . narrates things past, present or future’ ”.  ~ Plato on Poetry, 4 We want a poem that is full of now, And past, and future, full.  We want intense Severity of...

The Poet!

               The Poet! “light, winged, holy creature” ~ The words of Socrates to describe a poet, as quoted in Penelope Murray, Plato on Poetry, 8 That’s always how I’ve thought about myself, Yup, yes, of course, at least when I have thought Of me as “poet”—surely...

The Luxury of Peace

      The Luxury of Peace Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Long centuries before the growth of hate...

The Creed

           The Creed   Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “One mustn’t accuse Virgil or Ovid of originality, of wilfully making fictions of such importance.  By the time of the Roman poets, everything was...

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,...

Socrates versus Sappho

  Socrates versus Sappho   One wonders if poor Socrates might just Have been much happier if he had made Up poems, not philosophy.  A gust Of inspiration from Apollo swayed The poets into rhapsody of thrill. While lost in love for some young person’s hair, The writers...

Spells and the Thoughts of Tiresias

Spells and the Thoughts of Tiresias “Halliwell’s basic argument is that Socrates admits the Book X arguments to be insecure and open to defeat. He calls them ‘spells’ rather than philosophical knowledge, and he asserts that he must use them [those arguments]...

Sovereignty

               Sovereignty Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “Is it simply that people who philosophize think that people who produce, consume, or appreciate poetry (the philopoiêtai) have the wrong...

Stunned, Stung with Esthetic Tears

Stunned, Stung with Esthetic Tears “When it reaches Alexandria, poetry comes in out of the sun, retires to the library . . .  And so it [poetry] survives in a world where the vulgar tongue is not Greek.” ~ Michael Schmidt, The First Poets, 19 At Florida Technological...

Treatments in English Lessons

Treatments in English Lessons Yet even poetry is now without Transcendence.  No one wants to read it. No One pays for it and no one is devout About it as they were before the glow Of cinema and television screens. Forget about the God is dead debate. Forget about the...

Where?   Where?  Where?

Where?   Where?  Where? “Achieved poetry paints with at least one colour which can be found nowhere else.” ~  Michael Schmidt, The First Poets, 19 Do you know just what that color is?  Gods’ Eyes must contain it—goddesses’ more so— Yet can we see it there?  Perhaps it...

Personalized Epiphany

  Personalized Epiphany “This ‘conspicuousness’, he adds ‘will later be inhabited by poetry, thus becoming perhaps the characteristic that distinguishes poetry from every other form.’” ~  Michael Schmidt, The First Poets, 19 Deep poetry does something depths can not...

Poets, Poetry, and Women

Poets, Poetry, and Women For well thou know’st to my dear doting heart Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel. Yet, in good faith, some say that thee behold, Thy face hath not the power to make love groan ~ Sonnet 131 Who thinks of blank Eurydice? None.  Slack...

Poets as Healers

      Poets as Healers The first great poet, Orpheus, was called The Healer.  Is there some great truth involved In that?  Surely Plato wasn’t enthralled With poets.  Plato sneered.  He was resolved To say that they were more inclined to ill And that they couldn’t...

Poetry, Crime, and Government

Poetry, Crime, and Government “Poets are the legislators of the world.” ~ Shelley The ancient Greeks still live.  They are not dead. Their poetry from then speaks still upon Some pages on our shelves.  The scholar’s head Refuses to let go that singing dawn. These...

Poetry and Hateful Plato

Poetry and Hateful Plato Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Alone among male populations of The ancient world (and modern) Plato held The poet Orpheus in hatred.  Love Of poets and of music had not...

Plato and Powerful Enigmas

Plato and Powerful Enigmas Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem When best, it hums ambiguous like tunes From dead archangels, or like rubbed out lines On palimpsests, or like the muffled runes From mouths...

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...

Only the Poet Triumphed

Only the Poet Triumphed Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The only man to live the storm through on The wind-wrecked ship was singing all the while. The singer, he survived it in the dawn. Alone he...

No Room for Unholiness not Cleansed

No Room for Unholiness not Cleansed “ ‘What would a man not give,’declares Plato in the Apology, ‘to engage in conversation with Orpheus and Musaeus and Hesiod and Homer?’  Can we do something of the sort?  If not to engage in conversation, then at least to glimpse...

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...

Murmurs/Purling

        Murmurs/Purling   Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem [“Lo!  I divine through murmurs borne The subtle thread of voices old” ~ Paul Verlaine, “Je divine, a travers un...

Mixed Race Divinity and Humanity

Mixed Race Divinity and Humanity Socrates “builds up a picture of the poet as ‘a light, winged, holy creature’, who cannot compose until he is out of his mind and possessed . . . .  The god takes away the poet’s senses, and uses him . . . so that the poems he utters...