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A PERSON
Love is a person. When we cannot love, there is always a person to blame. Thomas, for instance, who thought less of you than fame. Love is a person—the ears, small. With a simple inherited name....
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THE MODERATE CONSCIENCE
Pleasure and conscience—they decide the rules of the debate and the debate. Be thoughtful when you pick your side. Pride knows it’s always too late. Your view, known passionately to friends, Is the...
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THE AMBER HEARD TRIAL: GOSSIP VERSUS ART
Johnny’s lawyer and his ex. HEARING the closing arguments of the Johnny Depp trial and seeing the mostly pro-Depp comments online, I—(Scarriet (2009—) was moved to comment. Keep reading. If you care...
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I WISH I STILL LOVED YOU
I know that love is the best state to be in. Desire made the Greeks and Romans Greeks and Romans. Desire makes the makeup run. Desire is why old music leapt over rooftops and improvement made sure...
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DO WHAT I SAY
No one listens to me. She would never obey. I know I have no charisma. But do what I say. In person, I’m not charming. She didn’t show up today. I put her betrayals in a poem: Do what I say. What I...
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IT WOULD BE ABOUT US
It would be about us except we are boring. I know what you think about things. A person has only so many cards in their deck which makes them who they are. I haven’t seen you in years, but I’m not...
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UTILITY, OR, BEFORE THERE WAS MARX, THERE WAS BENTHAM
Young William Hazlitt, Romantic essayist, painter “That we are not a poetical people has been asserted… Because it suited us to construct an engine in the first instance, it has been denied that we...
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THERE IS NO TRUTH
It is what I always suspected: Life is nothing but emotions and passions. There is no truth available to any of us. These learned arguments, the wit of mathematicians and philosophers, science and its...
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HOW TO PUT YOUR PANTS ON IN THE MORNING
What kind of pants are we talking about? Sweatpants? These which you slept in, because even though it’s June, it was a little chilly last night? How many days have you worn these now? God, they’re...
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WISDOM KEEPS INCREASING
Wisdom keeps increasing, but the good keeps noting two wise camps are at odds, which is good, good thinks, since this proves wisdom only fuels what loves. Good attracts evil—an iron law, which,...
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THE 25TH ANNIVERSARY OF HAROLD BLOOM’S BEST AMERICAN POETRY ANTHOLOGY WHICH...
The late Harold Bloom, 25 years ago, was asked by David Lehman—who recently ‘liked’ one of my poems on FB—to compile a Best of the Best American Poetry 1988 — 1997 and Bloom complied, but his...
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FIRST THERE WAS
First came the poets of the doorway, then came the poets of the dictionary, then the poets of the tape recorders, then the underground poets of France, then T.s. Eliot holding an envelope, then poets...
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PHYSICAL IS THE DREAM
Physical ability is precisely like a dream— physical ability decays. We wake up to the mind—which is no dream. Youthful I am, inside the mind’s maze, as attractive dreams and bodies disappear. (You...
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DO WE KNOW ANYTHING?
“Two old maids sittin’ in the sand, each one wishing the other was a man” —Black Eyed Susie old folk song As I was lounging on a beach alone, a small commercial cove not made for swimming, I noticed,...
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WAS THE NEW AMERICAN POETRY ANTHOLOGY A FRAUD?
The New American Poetry: as American as Cold War propaganda. The New American Poetry 1945-1960, features, with the bios and the actual poems, a short preface by Donald Allen, the editor, who was, as...
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HOW IS IT
How is it that everyone looks exactly as they should look, except me? It’s impossible! I had to say this eventually. You are getting old. You will die. But not me. Those photographs of you—are you,...
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TELL US HOW THINGS REALLY ARE
Tell us how things really are, poet. The smells, the nails of the dogs on the floor, —the pups want food, to be let outside— O what does everybody want now? The fraction, the beyond, the pain others...
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MODELS
Models know this to be true: What’s real is how it looks to you. Trust best what the eye can tell: You don’t need a sound or smell. The fluoride made her lose her hair from frequent showering; you...
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1968: WHEN ROCK BECAME ALL BUSINESS
The circular reasoning of old man Depp’s cheerleaders: Depp’s failed marriage and failing career got a boost because social media hated on Amber Heard in a jury trial saturated by social media,...
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THE ONES I READ
The ones I read have done for me far more than I could do for myself. Yet only I know all that’s in front of me, all that I am; nothing in my poetry proves them superior to me— but if it does, it only...
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