THE POETRY THAT COMES TO ME
The poetry that comes to me Is the love that comes to you. But first comes the love, The sweet, sweet love. The line invented by my mind Is the praise that comes to you. But first comes the love, The...
View ArticleBEAUTY IS NOT FOR EVERYONE
Beauty is not for everyone. First, how would ugly work get done? Second, how would the ugly ever be loved? Third, beauty must be found. You will not see it just lying on the ground. And who...
View ArticleI HAVE ONE MOTHER
I have one mother, who bore me long ago, From her I came, and from her I still go Into all that is not mother—into all that she Hopes I will create, as she created me. Creation is a burden, and...
View ArticleWHAT IS POETRY?
A poem is an imaginative fiction, and though it may aim at a kind of truth, it is not real; it is not the truth. The poet never necessarily endorses what he imagines in his poems. A poet is...
View ArticleTHE BEE GEES
I want to listen to Lana Del Ray all day And the Bee Gees most of the night; Or is it the other way around? I never get music right. I know the coolest music that no one else knows, But that’s...
View ArticleLIFE IS A LIE THAT TELLS THE TRUTH
They say the poem is a lie that tells the truth. But life is a lie that tells the truth For life is full of error, leading us to believe she doesn’t love us When she does. Her actions were meant to...
View ArticleGOD NEVER MENTIONED HER UNTIL SHE WAS ILL
God never mentioned her until she was ill. No one discussed her until she died. I was not allowed to be happy; I learned of her precisely as I cried. My eyes were streaming as I found out She had...
View ArticleSINCE I FOUND LOVE
Since I found love As a continuous dream continuing with thoughts of you, I found the love we began grew In new ways strangely and sweetly— But not happily or completely. I find that I love The...
View ArticleWOMEN AND COMPETITION
As way of introduction, we will quickly reference two other articles on women and competition. First, in “Where Women Are More Competitive Than Men,” the authors conducted an experiment with men and...
View ArticleUNFLINCHING
The famous fine arts painter Lucien Freud died in 2011 at the age of 88, bringing tears to the eyes of Sue Tilley, the model for one of his most famous paintings, “Benefits Supervisor Sleeping.” We...
View ArticleLET’S TALK ABOUT RACE FOR A MINUTE
Vanessa Place: Art School Cool Forever? Which of the following four individuals are racist, everything else being equal: 1). A white man who reviles black men and sleeps with black women. 2). A black...
View ArticleTHE TRAGICALLY BEAUTIFUL
The tragically beautiful—called by the fearful: femme fatale, Lives in the eye of love’s storm, calm, away from the strife She causes, possessing the inner peace of the cruelly beautiful, Bred to be a...
View ArticleSHARE AND LIKE
In a happy marriage, the sex can just happen, But with lovers it has to be endlessly negotiated and arranged; I’m over that. If you want to know the truth, I slept with you because I wanted to find...
View ArticleMY MISTAKES FIXED
When I loved, I erred severely, When I loved, I made a terrible mistake, But surely every sickness can be cured— If all it is, is an ache? When I loved, I traveled to an unknown heart, When I fell, I...
View ArticlePOETRY AND LIFE
Educated poetry and ignorant life Can never touch: Poetry is learned in the schools; Life is an embarrassing love reserved for fools. Husband and wife cannot love each other too much: The child must...
View ArticleWHAT IS POETRY? LISTEN TO ALEXANDER POPE
Pope: No awards or degrees. Self-taught. Banned from higher education in his native England for being a Catholic. World famous. Alexander Pope was 20 when he wrote his rhymed “An Essay on Criticism.”...
View ArticleTHE FEMININE HAS FEELINGS
The feminine has feelings The masculine must treat more than well. Do not let thinking Doom you to a genderless hell. The feminine has feelings— The masculine should learn how deep, Or the masculine...
View ArticleFREE AT LAST, FREE AT LAST, THANK GOD ALMIGHTY, I AM FREE AT LAST
What I once hated, I now love, Since love conquered me By other means than love, mysteriously, As when the eye is forced to see Itself in another’s eye And succumbs to what belongs to that eye’s body....
View ArticleWE TURN OURSELVES INTO ART
We turn ourselves into art, Tragically, unlike what the animals do, Who have no art, and live in nature, As I once lived with you. Remember, mother? In your water I was small, and lived. As soon as we...
View ArticleONE HUNDRED SONGS TO BREAK YOUR HEART, MAKE YOU SAD, CRY.
We need a list like this, because songs do assault the heart, and the two most readily accessible lists we find on the web of “songs that make you cry” are so-so, mostly devoted to recent and mediocre...
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