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HAVE YOU SEEN THOSE HOUSES
Have you seen those houses, spacious, serene, with nothing in them? And then there are houses like mine, cluttered beyond belief; my Roma wife must have thought: “maybe there’s a fortune behind the...
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I GAVE MYSELF TO KNOWING
I gave myself to knowing and, by all that is known, became a star, brilliant and alone. History has many named armies. Believe this, or believe it not, the more I know, the more my personality becomes...
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POE WAS CLEAR
Poe was clear: the universe contains the seeds of its own destruction. The Big Bang left behind the One Particle which has no substance since matter requires relation and the Single Particle contains...
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INTENSE PLEASURE
Intense pleasure is brief— love feeling like love, then not. Love makes us empty when we give it all we’ve got. Pain can last longer. Eternity not right! It pushes us to die. Heaven, I imagine, is...
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BECAUSE YOU HAVEN’T LIVED
Because you haven't lived, little has interfered, marvelously, or otherwise, you being so passive and confused, with the many things we felt and shared, hedges with a drowsy bee or two in the early...
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THE WOODEN FLUTE
I saw them going to the Drake concert, T-shirts the primary merchandise, sexiness the ticket, young white girls with glossed lips, nubile breasts showing, their faces dead, a crazy person blocking...
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MY LATEST REMARKS ON LITERATURE: WHITMAN, POUND, WILLIAMS AND NOSTALGIA
Whitman’s poetry sounds exactly like Emerson’s prose—has anyone ever noticed that? “The Poet” by Emerson expresses Whitman’s philosophy. The essay “English Traits” by Emerson is deeply racist. As for...
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ONLY WORDS
Which came first? The inability to love or seducing everyone by lying? Words cannot tell us. Words only seduce. Cold poem. The non-conspiracy theorists maintain humans don't conspire--- or think, or...
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UGLY AND BEAUTIFUL
You'll just have to face it, whoever you are, you are both ugly and beautiful--- never either one. You want to be ugly---so you can have fun, or eternally beautiful---beautiful, like the sun. You want...
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LAWRENCE WISE, POUND FOOLISH
D.H. Lawrence (b 1885). A more complete writer than Pound (b 1885). A better free verse poet than WC Williams. Why is he snubbed today in the History of Modernism? There’s only two real types of lived...
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POETRY IS MUSICAL, NOT MUSIC
The quick and the momentary belongs to music, not poetry. Skill in versifying, architecture’s art lending painting to poetry might add a certain kind of speed, but poetry is musical, not music....
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WHAT RANDOMLY IS
What randomly is, is not without merit, but I, blessed with a soul, don’t really want it. Pure chance prevents me from being a poet. My computer password needs to be random and so much in life is...
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THE COUNTRY OF DEATH
We hardly consider that poetry— the verses the Romantics made. We do allow them life, but since we die ourselves, we glimpse Byron only in shade, frozen, almost hidden by faceless mistresses by...
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THERE WILL ALWAYS BE THAT GUY
There will always be that guy who can't sit still during Beethoven's slow movement. He will go on to take advantage of those who don't know who Beethoven is. He will rule the world. Watch out. The...
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YOU ALMOST THINK IT IS
You almost think it is sex and nothing but sex but one morning you are standing on the train, facing down the long car, every passenger sitting dully, sunlight chewing their passive faces, and the...
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I FORGOT
I forgot about her. I cared not but I cared— before I forgot. I cannot say how much. I remember I was scared so I must have cared a lot. But when I forgot— Nothing. I cared not. Forgetting is a...
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THERE IS NO HOLY METAPHOR
A metaphor is a compromise between poetry and nature. Wind among the grasses creates a restless army. But nature will always disagree: “Restless army is language, not me.” Seeing the lone bird above...
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THE ACCURATE ACCOUNTING
The edited version of life is the one I know, the one which doesn’t include God— just me wishing to know as much as God. Is God-knowledge a pitiful wish? My lover hated me for wanting to know more...
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THE ERROR OF GENDER
for Marilyn Chin “This gives life to thee” –Shakespeare Pretty likes to be pretty, adopting the fashions of the city, but beauty gets revenge. The female race as a whole is patient and good. This took...
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THEY FOUND MY LOVER ALIVE
My kisses did not wound her. My poems didn't even make her sad. Do you remember the innocence of nineteen sixty five? The love I poured on her was not harmful at all, it turned out. They found my...
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