Reflection
I hope her taste in verse
Does not extend to me.
Ginsberg, Thomas, Whitman
Are her loves in poetry.
She told me I'm a genius,
The ultimate to say.
I hope this doesn't mean that I'm
As terrible as they.
1-15-14
First Impressions
What a person says when you meet
Is that person's behavior.
Don't expect surprises
Or changes later on.
Sullen, sweet, verbose,
Angry, rude or cold,
That's his disposition,
At least concerning you.
1-15-14
Truths
What good is truth?
It won't make you live
Any longer -
Water through a sieve -
Entertaining -
Something that you read -
Evaporates
In an urgent need.
1-14-14
On Some Modern Poems
A couple words to constitute a feeling
-
Language, said the poet, is concealing.
In this era of frugality,
Unsparing, absolute reality.
To the joy of modern criticisms,
Like heavy make-up, lots of poetisms.
Honesty, but not too much sensation,
And very obvious alliteration.
1-14-14
Words
Though I understand it,
I do not agree with him.
Use the words the poet understands.
That's none of them.
That's kindergarten.
Yankees don't know words.
Don't let the words obscure the poetry.
So what the hell is poetry but words?
Yankees want it easy.
Even I don't like to work.
Poetry! The simplest of the arts!
Anyone can write it,
Though the humble have a charm.
Democracy is making love to art.
That means it f-cked it.
The triumph of the bigoted and
mindless.
1-14-14
Words
My songs are only words -
No pictures or sensations -
Like a silver moon
Above a railway station.
A poem made of sounds -
No poem like a song -
The magic of the music
When the ocean comes along -
Really very tiresome,
Tedious and dull -
Keats composed the kernel -
I indite the hull -
7-22-13
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