R.M. ENGELHARDT

Poet Writer Author Albany NY

Category: Poetry

  •     She’s gone. Temporarily Forever Finding me Here alone on the couch in The middle of Another Sunday afternoon With my good friends The Clan Macallan & Warren Zevon Reminiscing about all Of the old days & all of The best days past. Yet, perhaps it’s all Just an illusion Or maybe it’s just…

  • Note: Humanity? I am tired of your self-centered Bullshit & whining ways Stop this train, stop it now. For we shall all remain… Dream. Persevere Into this life, Or the next. An ode to the dead world that is poetry, lost and faraway. The ancient soul of Sappho gone and golden days. Tear these words,…

  •   “Sometimes it’s great, and sometimes it’s shit. These are the things all the great philosophers just won’t tell you flat out about life. You keep moving, keep living, keep breathing And you keep writing-creating because that’s what you do And that’s who you are. There are no magical voices to guide You except your…

  • (IN THE BEGINNING) The sun is a huntress young, The sun is a red, red joy, The sun is an indian girl, Of the tribe of the Illinois. (MID-MORNING) The sun is a smouldering fire, That creeps through the high gray plain, And leaves not a bush of cloud To blossom with flowers of rain.…

  •     “Writers must oppose systems. It’s important to write against power, corporations, the state, and the whole system of consumption and of debilitating entertainments…I think writers, by nature, must oppose things, oppose whatever power tries to impose on us. You know, in America and in western Europe we live in very wealthy democracies, we…

  •   Dashiell Hammett worked for the Pinkerton Agency as a private investigator and one of his cases was silent film star Fatty Arbuckle’s alleged rape of Virginia Rappe, an aspiring actress who died from a ruptured bladder two days later. Although Arbuckle was acquitted, his career never recovered. Hammett, however, went on to become one…

  • “Stories die of their own accord,” the Demon said. “They are like us; they want to live, no matter how badly they are treated.” — The Grave of Lost Stories, William T. Vollman

  •   Epitaph for The lost poem Which contained Everything And nothing. Touched everyone, anyone Who desired The mystery of mysteries Words of words, which brought forth Language Both blessed & cursed us Married us, buried us and parted The heavens and the Deep blue seas Made Houdini disappear And broke the sole of Khrushchev’s soul…

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