A world of only poets
Sitting on a heated front seat of a car
my cock quietly hard
the driver silent, old rock music
slowly eating the darkness
wondering how it is
to live as a poet
in a world of only poets
All about: darkness
Reading: In the Midnight Hour by Charles Wright
Charles Wright (b. 1935) is of course 'one of the best poets of his generation'. Raised in rural Tennessee. Influenced by Ezra Pound. Many prizes. I learn that is poetry forms a complex whole, so we are looking at a fragment here: In the midnight hour This, too, is an old story, yet It is ...
Reading: Tenebrae by Emile Verhaeren
The Belgian poet Emile Verhaeren (1855-1916) was one of the most prominent poets of his day. "His Black Trilogy, Les Soirs (1888), Les Débâcles (1889), and Les Flambeaux Noirs (1889–90) explores the spiritual abandonment of a soul lost in the recesses of its own involution." (Donald Flanell Friedman) I discovered the English translation of a ...
Poetry
Poetry is always celebration
or its opposite. Making blackness
the word for everything:
A symbol, a sound,
To fill us
and to fill the tombs in our midst.
Reading: M – Black Monday by Marcin Świetlicki
Today there is this compact poem by Marcin Świetlicki for our ideosyncratic anthology. As usual, I'll say what struck me about these lines. The moment when all the town's streetlamps light up simultaneously. The moment when you say your incredible "no," and suddenly I don't know what to do next: die? go away? not respond? ...
Miroslav Holub: The end of the world
I would like to publish an eclectic anthology. I don't know yet who will be included or excluded, it is a journey of first steps. Today, I try to say what I like about this little verse by the Czech immunologist and poetic giant Miroslav Holub, called 'the end of the world'. The bird had ...