Up and up To the higher levels Where they have resorted To eating dust and roots For living Up and up To those places we once Adored and absorbed Wanting to be like them Now we see them huddled Pitifully, just people While the world is quiet Far below us. More at http://jddehart.blogspot.com.
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O, for a quaff of Provence after the fun of Brahms’s “Academic Festival Overture as conducted joyously by Leonard Bernstein baton in hand as if he’s dancing bringing back college days and drinking songs on bassoons and clarinets: it always lifts my spirits: ten merry minutes culminating in the all-time greatest rendition of Gaudeamus…
Twilight. I’m still awake, Listening to songs through my headphones. The air conditioner is blaring and the fan at its full speed, the lights all switched off and the comforter hugging me. My brain is tired but is not tired, I don’t know why I’m having insomnia. Maybe the appreciation from today’s audience is keeping…
Well now, how does it feel to be the big boss? Did you even pause to ponder what this promotion might cost? It grieves me to see the respect that you’ve lost– With you newfound swagger the underlings are speaking daggers behind your back. Everyone was so hopeful at first that you would escape the…
Well now, how does it feel to be the big boss? Did you even pause to ponder what this promotion might cost? It grieves me to see the respect that you’ve lost– With you newfound swagger the underlings are speaking daggers behind your back. Everyone was so hopeful at first that you would escape the…
Since the 1970s, Ken Bolton has summoned the spirit of the New York School in his life and poetry: erudite, conversational, playful, modern (as he writes in “Horizon”: “I never wanted to be postcolonial / or colonial just modern which is / the joke on me—but who wants to be a category?”) to fashion one…
“The Mad King” – from “’Okolotok’, When Scary Tales Turn into Reality”. Photo courtesy 104 Paris © Yevheniia Laptii In Russia, Vladimir Putin and his friends and followers have conjured the Black Nail – the murder idol. Joy in murder. They mean to spread it. Without your real presence, without exorcism, the murder idol will…
