Tag: art
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Last Cathedral
Green droplets of soup Summer logic Haze which is not mist, July’s height Collecting tree secretions in cups and vials Collecting days in twine belted files Distilled experience supremed in a phial No more Cathedrals will be built Says what about imminent return Vaccinated against the possibility, immunitising eschaton No more Davids shall be freed…
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Two poets arguing metre
Verses mode Before them sud streaked mugs five times drained Englanders using Guinness kegs to make acephalic pints A big rasher wearing a monk’s habit Too much ludicrousness for this reasonable world, Will you or Will I shake spears at it Spurned to speech, some event; speak, speak Shaking his speech appears as murmur disappears…
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Centaur
Fetid pile of horse and man Nessus undone, his exhibited contents A severed hand jutting out as if in welcome Proffering madness. Tantamount to one night All a man’s moons At life’s easing ceasing Momentary erotic undoing Solified eyes rare with solar oil Never more robed in glory.
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Conflict
Did not sleep well last night Great din, gungaless, from the parlor Sherston’s mother communing with spirits Young Hamo dead at Gallipoli Did Eliott’s Aeschylus know him? Severely annotated copy of Goodbye To All That Melancholies of a fox-hunting man By war, Men harden Mars the sharpen Bard birther Mary Arden in Angland since Domesday.…
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Woodwoseverdose
The first 10 movements of the furtive dance of the woodwoses collected in one handy playlist.