Dedicated to my mother, Lyle Warner, and to an up-and-coming young artist: Adelaine Muth Along the side of the road I found a silver goblet Which had been used as an ashtray. The local museum was holding… Read More ›
death
A poem about the sun
Our god is a consuming fire Hebrews 12:29 When summer came, he left the city Afraid of the heat and pollution Afraid of the sun He found himself in a hospital In a ward with no air-conditioning… Read More ›
Yoga teacher, heal thyself
Song for more than one voice In Paris I ride in an old elevator. It has no memory. We cannot argue. A middle-aged woman sits naked on a bed. A man, equally naked, stands facing her. “Do you want… Read More ›
Sonnet for 9/27
One looks for a partner but can only be found by love. Since empirical research employs many more people than more intellectual pursuits, can it be wrong? We are on pace to die of canned laughter. The dog that I… Read More ›
Class Warfare Poverty Death
Reblogged from Zeteo Out of the hundred million people living in Soviet Russia, we should be able get 90 million behind us. The others, there’s no talking with them, they have to be annihilated. — Bolshevik leader Grigory Zinoviev, September… Read More ›
Christmas 2014
{Click for pdf} It is often, if not always the case that an intellectual, if he is honest and dogged enough, will be able to discover the not necessarily warm and fuzzy personal experiences and feelings underlying his theories… Read More ›
There are times you can’t say no and you do anyway
FROM NO SEQUENCE April 2008 It was said that an expert told him to play with his son. “I don’t do roughhousing,” he replied, and it was left at that. When it came time for him to die he asked… Read More ›
