R.M. ENGELHARDT

Poet Writer Author Albany NY

Category: Poetry

  • Support Independent Publishing (And Poetry!)   Get your Copy Now …   Biography  Poet- Writer R.M. Engelhardt’s work over the years has been published and has R.M. Engelhardt’s work has appeared in many journals & magazines in both print and on the net including in Retort, Rusty Truck, Sure! The Charles Bukowski Newsletter, Thunder Sandwich,…

  •   HELL   “If you want to understand the social and political history of modern man, study hell.” ~ Thomas Merton It’s probably like the excitement of your first cigarette, but it lasts forever, that dizzying nausea — the Unknown: with imitation human heads on their buttocks, bats leaping from black books, dragon tails waving,…

  • Books measure time in both moments and years. We all grow old but the stories never will. ~ R.M. Engelhardt

  •                       Cabo San Lucas Rising early to beat the heat a little dry from last nights booze. We’re soon out miles from land where the big fish roam under the sun and stars, undisturbed by time’s wave-measured march. Slicing bonito for bait, the blood is…

  •                     “Don’t be a ‘writer’. Be writing.” ~William Faulkner

  •                           Dear Life   Upon all the souls Of all these poor saintly creatures & upon these very Saintly apparitions of these very very Saintly words of the very very dead gods you Ask me to be a poet of this age and…

  • What a joy it must be to be a truly great writer, even if it means a shotgun at the finish. ~ Buk

  • By DJ Pangburn 185 days ago Back in the 1930s, a French psychoanalyst and philosopher by the name of Jacques Lacan began his life’s work—an attempt to create the framework by which the human psyche could be analyzed within modern civilization. Such was his influence that Lacanian thought not only left a mark on the field of…

  • WALT WHITMAN IS DEAD  R.M. ENGELHARDT, THE RESURRECTION WALTZ. ·   WALT WHITMAN IS DEAD Where are you now? Uncle? Poet? Walt? Old man, child of the Long Island Free verse son of America, Teacher & government work-man? “Human – Being” Citizen Man… Mind of the spirit Spirit, in the flesh Where have you gone? Disappeared…

  • Death is a beautiful car parked only to be stolen on a street lined with trees whose branches are like the intestines of an emerald. You hotwire death, get in, and drive away like a flag made from a thousand burning funeral parlors. You have stolen death because you’re bored. There’s nothing good playing at…