NOW THAT THE BELLS ARE RINGING
Sad to indict half of America. To really think all politicians red or blue have moral integrity. Seriously? This position is hateful and ignorant. It’s worse than a sports fan, who, for the sake of...
View ArticleNOVEMBER 12th, 2024
How does sweet love compete with ‘been there, done that?’ Even you, Rosalinda, know it cannot. This morning I scan crowds coming off the train. A stranger’s face might delight me. But yours? ‘Been...
View ArticleWHAT A STRANGE THING
What a strange thing when poetry is no longer a thing. Poetry, which began in my childhood— and wasn’t ever going to end! Is it just like not wanting to talk to someone? I am such a pure heterosexual,...
View ArticleWHY DO I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING?
Everything is seen by me, the American Indian pottery with its leaf design included— nothing exists, except by my peering at it that it would decide it better exist immediately beneath my eye in the...
View ArticleIF I TOLD YOU HOW I DID IT YOU WOULDN’T BELIEVE IT
I mean my happiness. It’s impossible for you to know— therefore a brief poem can cover it, so why not give it a go? Reasons for happiness are the most personal and forbidden. Sorrows, by contrast, are...
View ArticleMOM
Before she died, her mind was oblivious. She missed all the sorrow. God is good. I’ll join that God tomorrow. When had she failed to recognize me? Never. I was her first child. Yet, now, at this hour,...
View ArticleTHE TRUE SOURCE OF BITTER ARGUMENTATION
There are five kinds of people and no. 4 and no. 5 the only two who viciously fight. See if you agree. No. 1: The unhappy who are unfortunate. No. 2: The fortunate who are happy. No. 3: Unhappy...
View ArticleTHE WORLD IS PERFECT
By now, you realize the world is ruled by the world and there isn’t anything beyond the world. The world doesn’t allow itself to be known. Your attempt to know the world is an experience which has...
View ArticleTHE BLONDE PIANIST
The blonde pianist drove them mad. His poetry was happy, his piano sweetly sad. The combination made girls suicidal and glad. He played different instruments and melancholy songs. Time and rivalry his...
View ArticleYOU ARE NOW A CITIZEN
Which is worse? To have no desires. To have desires but not be allowed to express them. To have desires and when they are expressed, they are denied. To have desires, express them, have them...
View ArticleIT CANNOT HELP BUT BE LIKE THIS
When you asked her, or imagined her,in the lamplight to kiss,you were in that momentary statemore fortunate than others. And yetit cannot help but be like this.What can the world do if it comes from...
View ArticleYOU FOUND NO CURTAIN OR GRAVE
You found no curtain or grave which hid anything significant. What you wanted you couldn’t have. Nor knew what the fabric meant. The going was always that. Nothing meaty, just a going. Sly binary! A...
View ArticleWHAT SHE CAME TO KNOW DURING THE DYING DAY
What she came to know during the dying day, which could have been any day— all others abstract and far away— but it was her birthday, and she was thinking of one who had been the festival of all her...
View ArticleWHO REALLY BROKE UP THE BEATLES? JANE ASHER.
“my dear Lady Jane” —Rolling Stones lyric 1966 Jane broke up the Beatles. I think Paul needed and loved her more than he could admit, and post-Jane he was lost and angry. Think about it. Linda was...
View ArticleBEFORE NOTHING, THERE IS NOTHING
I will never die in my youth or know what that’s like but surviving, to lose friends, I try to imagine nothing and the whole of what it is to die. There is a lot of movement, but it is nothing. There...
View ArticleTHE HIGHEST PLEASURE
I have been told “God reserves the highest pleasure for men— who can conquer whatever they want, over and over again.” When you loved me, you sweetly sympathized with my impatience, saying, “in three...
View ArticleSWEET FLAMES OF YOUTH
The sweet flames of youth eagerly eat up the direction our charms wish to go. Seventeen times she said yes. But you loved her when she said no. I want to tell you something I’ve learned. Why in our...
View ArticleMUSIC IS THE MOST MORAL
“Music has no emotion” -Mozart When it really isn't music,when it moans,when it gets you overly excited,when it groans,when it falls from the bedspilling sticky wine,when it grins and winks,the muse...
View ArticleWHEN MELODY WAS IN THE LAKES
When melody was in the lakes you stood next to them and listened to me as if my voice created harmony in the natural world. It must have been my eye which created harmony in the sky, the endless...
View ArticleWHAT’S TRUE FOR YOU IS ALSO TRUE FOR THEM
Spam was not welcome by the social media CEO, but AI is, since copying is how you get everything that was his. Beethoven spawned a whole host of imitators. Imitation is how everything works: the...
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