Stand Still | Alan Inman

By the light that streams in, you can see through the discourse, held up to the light like a small animal within that envelope of syntax and highbrow terminology, the digestive system of the creature can be deduced a flurry of sound and thunder with no lightning heat or music. The post Pretending to Be…

Ask me why I shake my soul out from the downing deluge. Ask me with a quieter voice than the rage of storm. You were called. Not I. Do not expect company when you enter the tempest. The fireside along beckons me. Craven callings die under the crackle of soothing flame. The post Craven Callings…

Reading Rumi, there you are beside my mother’s bed. A whiff of father’s smoke– orange passes overhead. Inside the bureau drawer laughter, a handkerchief of tears feels wintry. Moon night an invisible eye transfigures. The post Awake | Tress appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source Author: Best Poetry Online

“À Cru” dance performance by Margaux Amoros. Photo © Isabelle Chemin … Ton message à la Grande Ourse/Et la trajectoire de la course/Un instantané de velours…     – Noir Désir, “Le Vent Nous Portera” I’m on the mailing list for a project called Pour un atlas des figures, (“For an atlas of figures and we don’t…

Gawd, I detest fit-me-into-a-shoebox musical terminology. Baroque. If it’s not baroque, don’t fix it. Classical. Classical music. But from 1750-1830, when forms such as the symphony, concerto and sonata were developed, someone decided it needed a name. Stalin would have called it formalism. People were executed for practicing it. Romantic. Generally thought of as everything…

So many dead people caught in the crossfire created by the the money men, the arms traders, the super ego-ed politicians. They lie dead where they fell. Flesh and blood transformed to fertilizer to nurture the seeds and grow the crops, in a future they will not see. Their bones decaying to dust to form…