Categories
Random Posts
- Out of Plumb: a caudate sonnetWhen will these foolish notions dissipate and take their place with dreams, safe in the grave? How long must I be some grand idea’s slave, …
- New Year’s Eve 2004I may resolve to change my ways this year, exchange old habits for ones I’ve not tried. But there’s no point in much of that, …
- I Don’t Do SlamNow when I say I don’t do slam it doesn’t mean that I don’t dig the meth-euphoric drenal high that comes when words escape at …
- Out of Plumb: a caudate sonnet
Recent Comments
- Irene on Some ancient affirmations
- Rekha on No More Sad Weepings of Regret
- Novena on Wake Up: sonetto rispetto
- John on On the Veranda: serenade
Subscribe
Join 298 other subscribersMeta
Tag Archives: letters
How Tragic: epistle (rubliw)
Dear Dick: That’s quite a trick, to make a story stick, dipped in pure bullshit two feet thick and built up solid brick by brick. Must say it makes me sick, you egocentric big prick. Dear Rich: I hate to … Continue reading
Posted in Poems
Tagged #BookofForms, bullshit, consequences, ego, epistle, letters, poetic forms, regret, Richard Wilbur, rubliw
Leave a comment
Staggering Fact of the Day
It is estimated that when Allen Ginsberg died, besides the manuscripts (both his own and those he schlepped around for friends), miscellaneous papers and other drafts for publication, he had over 60,000 pieces of correspondence, representing every letter he had … Continue reading