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SEX AND DEATH POETRY MARCH MADNESS CLOSES IN ON ITS CHAMPION
For those of you who care about winners and losers: here are sex and death poems making their way through the Sweet Sixteen, the Elite Eight, the Final Four in the four brackets, Early (ancient)...
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MARCH MADNESS SEX AND DEATH POETRY CHAMPION
In the old days, poets would attempt to kill each other in order that their aesthetics might win. This was barbaric, but poems worth dying for were certainly beautiful. Then someone (a minor poet, no...
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A POET ON LOVE CANNOT BE IN LOVE
A poet on love cannot be in love— plaudits of platitude would ruin the poem. Where pain and pleasure have a similar moan, weirdos exit the ant hills to build on a different hill their kingdom of God....
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THERE IS STILL TIME
There is still time beside those other dimensions— and that is why we rhyme. Imagists talk long and tall, poems and taste shaped by shape and size— all very important, but over time, what happens to...
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TOO MANY SOUNDS AND NOISES
Too many sounds and noises in the light means she cannot sleep at night. She cannot enter the dark peacefully. She continues to see. How shall I sleep? With my arms just so? To learn to sleep is not...
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NO ONE CAN INSULT ME LIKE YOU
Those who know me don’t know me—but you, who don’t know me, do.This is because you are beautiful. No one can insult me like you.My father has a notion of me—distorted by the fact I’m his son.You kiss...
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YOU THINK YOU NEED TO KNOW SOMETHING ELSE
Reason is always defensive. I cannot say anything against you. The world is the wolf. God is the lamb. I can't do anything. I'm smiling as much as I can. You think you need to know something else---...
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WHAT IF, LIKE A WOMAN, I PLEASE MYSELF
What if, like a woman, I please myself, gone very much from the traffic of the world, a woman content to please herself alone, not hidden in the back of a car, or invisible, as love might imagine...
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WATERY
The old men are fishes, soaking up the ocean. We don’t appreciate the moments before birth, the nutritious water before birth happens, moments seeming to last forever; the moments almost do; why can’t...
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I HAD TO WAIT AROUND FOR SOMETHING TO HAPPEN
I had to wait around for something to happen and it happened more than once, giving me a chance to be a basketball player or a poet because I chose to be someone who waits, waiting for my shot, the...
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WE DON’T KNOW WHO WE ARE
This is perfectly strange, this poem. Enjoy its range. We don’t know who we are. The view of ourselves in the half-dark, in a different mirror, finds the world of strangeness and accident and change...
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WHEN THE WORLD AT LAST IS QUIET
When the world at last is quiet, and finally those staying up all night talking and spreading lies shut up, the whole stupidity and waste of the world sinks, with a final groan of despair, and is...
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RISK
I was wandering around Asia but couldn't unite it, to earn seven pieces per turn, wasting my military on a failed conquest stretched thin. Australia, meanwhile, was a steady income for my enemy. In...
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THE POETS DON’T COME TO THE POINT
The poets don’t come to the point, afraid to say they are sad.But they are sad. Terrified to use a word like sad (too simple)they say rain falls on the river and though you can’t see the riverthey...
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HAVE YOU EVER DREAMED A DREAM
Have you ever dreamed a dream that was so vivid you ignored its theme and you saw only your love—as she could be? And it made you realize life truly isn’t—and can only seem? Dream conquers life by...
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WHAT THE PRESENT MUST CONFRONT
The past is dead. The present becomes the past so quickly that it, too, is dead. Before I finish saying the word, present, the present is past. The present is gone forever, unimaginably fast. Can I go...
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RODERIGO
The highly talented learn this lesson well: easy love is not love; heaven given becomes a hell. If you can have any woman you want, love disappears— your life is lived in Jim Morrison years. In the...
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ELEVATOR
The sun was an elevator in pink clouds; it was that kind of sunset. A commute in April, when the prank was great art seen for a couple of minutes by me alone due to boredom and my unreceptive phone....
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DEFINING GOD AS “GOOD WINS.”
Isn’t that all God means to most people? When some older personseeks to convince you to believe in Jesus Christ, they pummel youthful anxietywith “it’s going to be alright, no, I mean it’s really...
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NORMALCY WINS
A couple of the producers fell in love and the show was canceled. I didn’t know. Normalcy wins. Normalcy always wins. “Will there be anything else, sir?” “No.” The executives were sued and it hurt the...
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