Tag Archives: beauty

See Here Now: forensic poetry

Posted on March 20, 2017 by John

“See here,” one poet said, “for beauty’s sake, I would enslave a thousand listless men, and though it cause the earth’s deep core to shake, would carve away the mountains with my pen that one and all might see as … Continue reading →

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Arts and Crafts

Posted on February 1, 2017 by John

If you want to make your process seem “magical” or “other-directed” describe it as art, right? The “Art” of the Deal, a bullshit “artist”, The Art of War, The Art of Living. But that implies that “art” (a mystical convergence … Continue reading →

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What is Beauty: cancione

Posted on January 27, 2017 by John

So what is beauty, really? As a requisite to love it seems far too subjective, just some desire’s beguiling design to snare a victim. So what is beauty, really? A figment caught by the eye (or nature-made to seem thus) … Continue reading →

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Let the great bells resound

Posted on June 1, 2005 by John

The endless poise of would-be suitors waiting in the wings who watch in silence for some signal that Beauty’s watchman brings The darkened tower above the chasm where maidservants kneel in service to some kind of madness Beauty seems to … Continue reading →

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Whence the morning comes

Posted on May 23, 2005 by John

All brave words pale to whimpered, mewling sighs; great structures crumble to their timber’s dust; aged soldiers’ shouts turn into babies’ cries, their heroism’s bread gnawed to the crust. Proud governments dissemble into gangs; philosophers’ grand speeches become babbles; elaborate … Continue reading →

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On Beauty

Posted on May 3, 2005 by John

Beauty is youth’s currency; and those who have it spend without a care for what may come, as if it will not end. The doors of hearts and shops alike are open to its wants, and offer endless credit to … Continue reading →

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The Thread That Holds

Posted on February 24, 2005 by John

The thread that fasts the edges of the fabric to link the warp and woof which forms our life is tenuous, at best – so thin and fragile. This tapestry we take so much for granted, whose boundaries extend to … Continue reading →

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