“Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex . . .” In the midst of my research for part four of this series, I received the first bit of criticism directed toward my articles. An admired acquaintance—a poet whose talent in description is first rate—was taken aback by a statement made in the second essay …
Internal Eden! I’ve herb’d thee since eviction without will. When the grand darkness comes, it will envelope with purséd lips, Inflated cheeks, swearing awful things, and as it’s near to lick its seal, This breed of eschatology will end me laughing. This night is specied with which abyss? the one that with shadows teem Or …
Part III: Keeping of Accent I. Iambic Pentameter’s Beginnings The motivations behind the inception of Iambic Pentameter are widely available to be read online; one need only turn to Wikipedia for an accurate discussion on the matter. Less clear, however, is precisely when in the 14th century our English meter came into usage, and who …
There’s naught that succors skin- it consumes its wounds.
Alack! the soul! It beats, beats against its trunk and needs balm.
Coming Upon a Hidden Hollow There is a restlessness here Where shadows sway and Disappear As sunlight plays across stones Half hidden by trees Left alone To grow wild and unruly. There are restless ghosts Too. Coolly Intermingling, Lingering. Tenebrosity Let us take this time, this grey evening that Remains after the light has drained …
And now the sunlight fades and the chilly
Air grows grey and thin, there is nothing but
Loss in here.
Unhitched from time’s yoke
He has forever to build
The slow kingdom
A Myth of Cheshire.
Galahad set forth unarmed
empty-handed along his way
His tome cast to plunge and fade to subtle worth
In precious fragments faint, he paused to glean