a poem is a sermon
I’ve spent a life in parables, disguising my ideas in costumes and strange metaphors deliberately unclear and so perhaps convinced the world that I’m a harmless quack, imagining just chimeras with no spine in their backs. But recently, while looking through and sorting sundry stuff, I’ve started thinking parables are just not clear enough. So […]
The play’s the only thing, upon this stage — the one true line from which all tangents spring; and if the actors move from joy to rage in but a moment’s span, or seem to bring a touch of madness to their roles, perhaps reel in some strange delirium’s delight, remember once the curtain’s drawn, […]
Perhaps the world is full of verse that fails, inspiring none to act as heroes should; and in frustration, lesser poets rail against the confine and form of the good, their self-aggrandized talents gone to waste that they alone lament through sleepless nights spent in a fruitless embrace of the chaste. Would you have these […]
for W.B. Yeats Some silken strains of angst-encrusted verse or mystic message wrapped in words to woo designed to part the patron from their purse, or charm one’s snakes…what can these small things do? An audience that can be misdirected by such a simple ruse, where is their strength and will to fight against being […]