Category Archives: Poetry and Art

Edward Burne-Jones English, 1833-1898  1885 Art Institute of Chicago If it be Cupid, why does he murder me, Whose love was great, & never knew to hate? This never ceases to astonish me, Who never gave him cause to be … Continue reading →

 Neptune Fountain, Library of Congress in Washington, Roland Hinton Perry 1898 Tempestuous gaiety of the Nereids bare, Wide flinging foam, and dancing among the waves; Whiteness which makes sailors muse afar… — Victor Hugo

Oh Muses you Evidence collecting Summary screen processing Postmortem pretties I am not a program, ladies Ask again later and Maybe I’ll reveal   The snowy event By the vented river Wisconsin in vision She accepts my offer Which isn’t … Continue reading →

I adore you as the equal of night’s vault Oh great taciturn reliquary of sorrow I love you ever more as you avoid me And even more ironically, ornament of evening You seem to me to crowd every mile that … Continue reading →

In the empty mountains The leaves of bamboo grass Rustle in the wind. I think of a woman Who is not here, — Hitomaro  

Enchantress, could you love the damned? Tell me, do you know the unforgivable? Do you know Remorse, whose poison Find a home in our hearts? Enchantress, could you love the damned? — Charles Baudelaire  

— I’ve seen in the depths of a tawdry theater Inflamed by a sonorous band A fairy illuminate a miraculous dawn In an infernal sky; I’ve seen Sometimes in the depths of a tawdry theater   A Being, clothed in … Continue reading →

How can we stifle the long, the old Remorse That lives, writhes, twists itself And mines us as the worm devours the dead, The caterpillar the oak? How can we stifle the old, the long Remorse? — Charles Baudelaire  

How the universe became transparent Lurking in the noise behind the apparent Wiggy implications of Miss Candidate Galaxy Some different kind of hormone producing this Psychometric sex slave of the cosmic suburbs A phantasm of the living glory of the … Continue reading →

In the dark boathouse You’re just sitting there Only the sunlight refraction Playing over our Close encounter and contact High strangeness And magnetic pulse The periodic vortex Of the 4th state of desire Between light and matter lluminating the dimensions … Continue reading →