Turing

Turing

Turing and computers.

Man will never cease.

Everyone's a nazi.

Order, but not peace.

A brilliant homosexual -

Inestimable worth.

People who are normal

Will destroy the earth.

7-19-13

Genius

The English murdered Wilde

Who gave them such delight.

Then they murdered Turing.

An Englishman is right.

A former Anglophile,

No longer one because

The British just hate genius.
Everybody does.

7-19-13

 

Dickens

If you want to be bossed and analyzed

By one who claims to be

Wiser than a shaman,

Go to him, not me.

Or his doppelganger -

One more authority

Got from reading magazines

Of pop psychology.

I spent a couple years

In psychotherapy,

Not even my diagnosis

Was ever told to me.

If only as a matter

Of curiosity -

No. Never mind the words.

Butterflies are free.

7-17-13

 

Big Men

Does someone know what Prufrock means?

Had Eliot a notion?

Or like Campbell did he guess

At Finnegan, and laugh?
Eliot expatriate preferred the poetry

Of England. So do I but not in

1917.

These men had education.

I have barely a degree.

Keats spoke Latin. And he read

The Paradise of Milton.

Edmund Spenser. Lengthy poems.

I have just read Keats.

These men were strong and muscular

With brains like battleships.

I'm embarrassed to be wrong,

And frightened to say “no”.

7-17-13

Together

Were Keats and I united we'd be one.

His music and imagination.

I have just ideas.

Robin thumping on a can -

Crowning pates with apples -

Who is this supposed to please,
However well it's said?

Crust and water for the indigent

In a hut – the essence of poor love.

Infrequently he summoned up

A phrase that stirs the senses,

Arousing his adored imagination,

Carries it on Phoenix wings -

But just a single phrase.

Otherwise it's just a jumbled

Heap of murky buildings.

Too confined by common thought,

He wasn't mad enough.

7-17-13

Tricks Of The Trade

Back fence psychoanalyst -

Fellows get paid millions

To play that game,

And I can play it too.

I have my own vocabulary

(Shall we say argot).

Think about it deeply and

You soon will go insane

And cease to care what happens anymore.

7-17-13

 

Mrs. Dobson

She lived in a house – a very big house -

I think she lived alone.

Her house was secluded, sequestered and hidden

Beneath the boughs of trees.

In all the years I knew her

While I was growing up,

I never saw or heard her

Do anything unkind.

She liked the little theater.

And she was nice to me.

And then she disappeared.

Someone told me later

She was burned to death inside her kitchen.

That's what Jesus does to gentle people.

7-17-13