Category: The New Verse Movement
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THE LAST UNDERGROUND POEM So when the day finally comes I will probably have already Checked out of the room, Tired, so tired after years of words And poems and voices and far too Old to care anymore About the nightly news. And yet? From somewhere six Feet underground I will still be…
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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…
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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,…
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(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.…
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“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…
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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…
