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Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Alexander-Alexandra Meets Diogenes the Cur
What is this scruffy old dog asking this Nordic-looking goddess? You'll have to go here to find out.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Like a Mermaid in Air
When asked if she knew how
To swim, that naked
Six-year-old sylph surprised us
By showing her breast-
Stroke as she glided
The light fantastic
Over grandma’s
Blue-tiled kitchen floor.
To swim, that naked
Six-year-old sylph surprised us
By showing her breast-
Stroke as she glided
The light fantastic
Over grandma’s
Blue-tiled kitchen floor.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Time on My Hands
So help me I’ve shouted
Bloody murder countless times,
And still I sit and watch
My hands commit the crime.
Bloody murder countless times,
And still I sit and watch
My hands commit the crime.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Up for Grabs
FIRST EDITION COLLECTOR’S ITEM: Want to find out what kind of really bad “poetry” yours truly was writing when he was a bad-ass 22-year-old PFC in the US Army? Well, this is your one and only opportunity. I’m giving away three signed copies of this rare 1966 16-page A4 mimeograph chapbook written and run off during office hours when I was chief company clerk of Headquarters and Headquarters Company, Defense Atomic Support Agency (DASA), Sandia Base, Albuquerque, NM. If I remember correctly, only 15 were produced and I still have 8 safely hidden in an underground vault guarded by mischievous subterranean “kallikantzari” (Greek trolls), so after these three have gone wherever they are fated to go, that will leave me with 5. Depending on how much they will be going for on the rare book market once yours truly has departed the scene, the three lucky recipients and/or their descendants might find themselves millionaires!
So what are you waiting for? Go for broke and enter this once-in-a-lifetime poetry contest! You have nothing to lose but your patience and poetic sense of direction if you’re lucky enough to win and find yourself faced with such unforgettable verse as the following:
WHERE IS PERIANDER’S WHOREHOUSE?
I was surprised by the barren
ruins of Corinth. And the dirt
bothered my feet. Where is
Periander’s whorehouse? Or did
I take the wrong road?
Here are the rules:
The first three people who send me an email with the correct answers to these three questions shall be declared the winners.
First question: Which ancient Greek poet was both a poet and a warrior/mercenary?
Second question: Who was the first poet to write lyric poetry in the first person?
Third question: What does this poet’s name mean?
Don’t forget to include your postal address in your email. Good luck!
UPDATE, Saturday July 31st, 11.00 AM: As the response to the above quiz has been nothing short of overwhelming (3 entrants, 1 correct answer), I've decided to extend the deadline to 12 o'clock tonight, Hellas time. Incidentally, you can answer the questions as many times as you want until you find the correct poet(s); if I make it any easier, it won't be any fun.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Uncorrupted
How is it sullied unceasingly
By slews of maculate conceptions,
The poem finds itself still
A virgin.
By slews of maculate conceptions,
The poem finds itself still
A virgin.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
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