Thursday, March 17, 2011

Huuklyeand Cinquor As Well-Bred Epicurean Cynic

My sire and my lady exquisite connoisseurs
Of proper cast and breeding,

I was breast-fed first on caviar and wine,
Then led to believe the world was my oyster—

So where’s my pearl, you swine?

Moderator’s comments: Talk about biting the hand that feeds you—not even a titbit of gratitude and respect.


Wednesday, March 16, 2011

The Doors

Picture taken about 20 years ago, a few kilometers past the town of Zacharo on the Ionian coast on the way north to Patras. Sadly, this construct is no longer standing; whoever put it together using old doors is probably no longer standing either.

Thanks to Bob Arnold and his Earth Builder's post for the reminder.

Monday, March 14, 2011

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Apotheosis Made to Measure

“And sometimes for great poetry, an infinitely small vocabulary is what you want. Perhaps that would be the ideal, except for the fact that it’s pretty hard to write a poem that way.”—Jack Spicer, from Vancouver Lecture 1


Ideal it would be indeed,
And infinitely hard and great yes,
But imagine

How easier that way would be
If only our words were
As modest as our measure.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

The Trial

Believe me, I’ve tried
To be as honest

As I believed
A poet should be—

Forgive me.
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