Pindar, who used it, is seldom
read by our Poemhunter geeks…
(for A.K. and of course the Princeton Encyclopaedia of Poetry…)
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pretty lettershuman companionimmediatelymentioned richsurreal lifenonsensesurreal poetsmake sensenoweveryonetodaye.e.cummingsgertrude steinour languagenewfresh viewyou toothe first stanzacomes withacknowledgementsto Miss Lauricewho hopedto slip herspecial offerof Viagra’slove Niagaraor Cialis blisspenis strengthorgasmic lengththrough the detumescentPuritan fatheredfilterinto my emailusing thissurreal textrandom-scandomthis sober morningbut alasand alackMiss Laurice’ssurreal thesislike stockyard sowis labelled now(but wham and bamand thank you, ma’am…)as Spam
I’m writing to you from that blessed place
and it’s the 10th century, now, today, just here:and so I write of wine; and howit speaks of God’s great grace and gift;you may wish to translate the word as ‘beer’…this Al’Cohol is given us to revealthat, which we hide but really are:who guessed you had such courageand such strength when you, (with all divine…
As one of the wrinkly-crumblies
it puzzles me: in poetry,does one good **** really deserve another?fifty years ago – fifty, for ****’s sake –when I was an army cadetsome squaddies used it every other word-and since we were in Signals,it ****ing delayed ****ing battle-orders ****ing long enoughto ****ing mow down a ****ing platoon…and longer in ****ing Morse… – – -…and…
If a dactyl’s reversed, it’s then called by the name ‘anapest’,
Though Matt Arnold of Rugby found sadness could be to its taste,It’s the writers of limericks use it – alas – to excess…
When I asked them, why did You
I was too young to ask such questions;I should just be glad..I wondered but did not say,were You sorry that perhapsit hadn’t gone quite rightfirst time? ..I wondered but did not say,how could they be surehe was the only son; might You – or we – not needanother Son, every now and then?Later, I began…
Today
then throw the diary away..) :Today dawned with the unusualwrapped intriguingly in the familiar;a freshness unidentifiable;a promise, that promisednothing specific:as if I walk in a worldwhose infinite complexityis no problem;its multiplicity, a straightforward matter;which delivers something hoped forand yet never formulated with real meaning:simplicity;here and now, yet feels eternal;a heavenly sense of down-to-earthness;a freedom that…