This is my four hundredth post on extrasimile. It is also my 69th birthday. It seems appropriate to include the first ‘poem’ I ever wrote (slightly amended)—if that’s what it is. Jim. Our language can be seen as an ancient City—pace Wittgenstein—who Surely meant a baptized city, for The names come only with the blessing… And even thoughContinue reading “Not for Reading”
Monthly Archives: July 2016
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You cannot be the Song
They call me the Sinatra bird. This I am not: I cannot be the song. I sing it backstage; yet, they keep me in a cage, as a kind of a pet. It bounces when they pull the chain. It rolls around; it spins. But when it rains my feathers change— I shed this cageContinue reading “You cannot be the Song”
My Lady
Raphael to La fornarina My lady, come home with me. Such stars, as they pass into view, are you. Be my wife, be my hand at your breast. Be passion as it stands at the station of an old love: be its honesty, its majesty, its sight. You must have come to honor the un-honored…Continue reading “My Lady”
Perfection
The soap and soup special tomorrow shows Pure and abstract poetry best if left Alone. The soap part lives apart in part Because it is too pure to be housed with The abstract poetry. The abstract poetry Is left alone because of a lack of Interest. Interesting, no? The soup is left Alone because noContinue reading “Perfection”
Blinkered
We think of a circus as the largest probability we can know—until we see the tail of the elephant in front of us, and because this tail is as blinkered as the sea, which is not blinkered at all, it wiggles away when the parade is over. We think of the ocean as being freeContinue reading “Blinkered”
