WCW Miles of Bio
Jun28

WCW Miles of Bio

Thick WCW bio Heavy to hold, sticks to my lap Who is this man, Horace? Who is the Carlos between the Willyams? Heroes Cristóbal Colón, Will Shakespeare, and George of Washington French-speaking Puerto Rican mother Spanish-speaking English father In apple-pie Ruther ford, Madox Carlos of Spanish beauty Villiam Carlos Villiams And the new American poetry Shook his typewriter at ex-pats Gertie, Hem, Ezrie, that scene on Seine Tom thumbs...

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The Road Starts in Paterson
Jun21

The Road Starts in Paterson

“The News from Poems” the Sixth Biennial Conference of the William Carlos Williams Society at William Paterson University ended on a majestic note with a stunning video featuring the music of Frederick Adler, M.D., black-and-white images by the architect and visual artist Jonathan Sinagub, and the words of William Carlos Williams from his epic poem “Paterson,” in a combined work titled “Paterson Project.” www.patersonproject.com...

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The Only Jack For Me
Mar12

The Only Jack For Me

 The only Jack for me are the mad Jacks, the Jacks who are Jack to live, mad to Jack, mad to be Jacked, desirous of everything at the same Jack, the Jacks who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, Jack, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like Jacks across the...

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Jean-Louis Wept
Dec03

Jean-Louis Wept

“I cried in the Cathedral of the Savior to hear the choir boys sing a gorgeous old thing, while angels seemed to be hovering around—” Jack Kerouac, “Big Trip to Europe” Jean-Louis wept Affects and effects Choir boys sang Sending a pang In lonesome heart Romanesque art Lonesome travels One unravels Cezanne’s greens Baptistery scenes Smokyblue hills Rust reds fulfill Road visions Vermouth rhythms Lucid liquid diamond Infants...

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Lonesome Thanksgiving
Nov27

Lonesome Thanksgiving

from: Our Year in Downtown Red Yesterday’s sunshine and spectacular seventy degrees are replaced by rapidly plummeting temperatures and the forecast for Thanksgiving: a nor’easter that may include inches of snow. I hope that storm goes way out to sea, so travelers and families and friends can celebrate a happy holiday without worry about the weather and driving. Robert and I look forward to his lovely sister’s traditional Mayflower...

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San Juan de la Cruz
Nov05

San Juan de la Cruz

  . . .  “who studied . . . St. John of the Cross . . . ” [i]     His aloneness in a dungeon Imprisoned in cruel Spanish cell Con-tem-pla-tive and silent hell Meditative knees he fell Light and dark thus intertwined Lead to poetry sublime Ecstasy and agony Suffered his cross In crucified reality Found the light In deepest darkest night The obscure night of the soul Forever in eternity be told Mystic poet, mystic saint...

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Francis Thompson
Oct20

Francis Thompson

“Francis Thompson (!)” i “My mangled youth lies dead beneath the heap. My days have crackled and gone up in smoke, Have puffed and burst as sun-starts on a stream.” “The Hound of Heaven” by Francis Thompson   Soul chaste First chastised by a chase Through London laudanum haze and haste Up and down and down and out Stop to have another taste Nowhere to run to, baby, nowhere to hide ii On this side of the great divide The hound and...

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Saint Francis
Oct07

Saint Francis

“I love St. Francis of Assisi as well as anybody in the world.” Desolation Angels Once a sybarite youth and reveler Dreams and visions and change of heart Lepers and beggars fevered new start Francis set to restore his Father’s house He threw and flung church gold away Bernardone beat and locked he stayed Francis turned from father’s ways And stood there humble, pure, and bare He wed himself to poverty and fast as fare To gain heaven...

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