(well it was there
last time I looked)
for Carcanet Press
as if we were chums
them and I
far from it
not only am I
not published by them
in case you thought I was
but
they don’t even answer my emails
offering them my poetry
at 100% off
and their
selecting editor
is quoted as saying that
‘amateur’ poets should
be wiped out
so much for
love of poetry
I guess courtesy
isn’t award-winning
these days
(dammit, it’s a different ad this time…)
that I have not given? ’My Beloved said‘O my dearest one,in all places, at all times,remember Me.’‘O My Beloved,how can I not do that? ’* * *In tears, I returned to My Belovedand said‘O my dearest one,a week has passed, and the worldpressed hard upon me…‘The next day, I remembered Youthree times each hour;the second…
she’ll take it out regularly on her Mom,frequently on her sisters,and later, sometimes on her partner.You got yourself a deal.
It doesn’t lastlike peace.(for Jerry Hughes, poet)
silent; by a pool of lamplight lit;now still in reading, or now drawn to write;inaudible, the music of his mind,invisible, that dazzling light, his thought;unknown, the destiny of human kind;unwrit, the future glories to be sought;he like a human hour-glass: single grainspassing into future mind from past;and in his presence, all Creation reigns,the history of…
May I know You?My Beloved saidI am unknownI said to My BelovedStill, I love YouMay I see You?My Beloved saidI am formlessI said to My BelovedStill, I love YouMight I lose You?My Beloved saidI am eternalI said to My BelovedStill, I love YouMight You leave me?My Beloved saidI am always presentI said to My BelovedI…
so much of observation of the mind,so much of consciousness itself revealed…and all this given due language and due terms –that we, the distant heirs, yet that same self,may struggle, in our word-hoard so much less,to stretch our minds to comprehend this wealth;thus, make a virtue from necessity,and as perforce the English mystics did,with heart-warmed…
