Life Is Not A Walk Across A Field
“Do not touch this cloud-dweller”Josef Stalin, upon seeing Pasternak’s name in an arrest dossier Hamlet by Boris Pasternak, trans. Ann Pasternak Slater […]
Category: Word
A Work That Aspires
A work that aspires, however humbly, to the condition of art should carry its justification in every line. Joseph Conrad ❏
Poetry On Its Deathbed
Poetry turned into a sort of Freudian stand up comedy or tragi-comedy. It got too self-promotional and introspective and lost the muse. Poetry […]
You Lost Men Deaf To Reason
You lost men deaf to reasonUnnatural, fallen from knowledgeEmptied of sense, filled with unreasonDeluded fools stuffed with ignoranceWho hire out against your […]
Everywhere I Go
Everywhere I go I find a poet has been there before me. Dr. Sigmund Freud ❏
On The Evening Of The Winter Solstice
Michael Adams was a poet I knew in Colorado long ago. He hailed from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania—the hard core steel town of Homestead—and […]
Slowly I Would Get To Pen And Paper
Poem By Muriel Rukeyser I lived in the first century of world wars.Most mornings I would be more or less insane,The newspapers […]
The Mountain Moon
….cold, smokey autumn nights in the high mountains, among the shooting stars and satellites, clarity of heart, breath & mind, a coyote […]
Rise Shining Martyrs
What a strange land we live in where our most saintly, graceful and angelic lyric poets go almost unknown. Poetry had a […]
Invictus
Invictus William Ernest Henley Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank […]