R.M. ENGELHARDT

Poet Writer Author Albany NY

Category: The New Verse Movement

  •               We were hanging out drinking a few shots with that asshole Mephistopheles. He (as usual) was trying to boug a few drinks, and (as usual) we..ignored him. At work as usual it was one long fucking day. I was stuck putting up the sequoia’s and disagreed; God liked…

  • A musical culture began to take shape amid the unrest of Great Britain during the mid nineteen-seventies. With the emergence of bands like the Sex Pistols and the Clash, the punk rock movement sparked a nihilistic ethos and a new sound that would change the musical landscape forever. While the modern day use of the…

  • A Future for Poetry, 1937

    By Marie Bullock A Future for Poetry A talk given by Mrs. Hugh Bullock at the Chautauqua Woman’s Club, Chautauqua, New York, on July 16, 1937 Ever since Mrs. Pennypacker’s invitation came asking me to speak at the Chautauqua Woman’s Club, Chautauqua has been foremost in anticipation in my mind. And now that I am here I find…

  • The next real literary “rebels” in this country might well emerge as some weird bunch of anti-rebels, born oglers who dare somehow to back away from ironic watching, who have the childish gall actually to endorse and instantiate single-entendre principles. Who treat of plain old untrendy human troubles and emotions in U.S. life with reverence…

  •   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 able to Hear the wind,…

  •   Life is one big road with lots of signs. So when you riding through the ruts, don’t complicate your mind. Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy. Don’t bury your thoughts, put your vision to reality. Wake Up and Live! ~ Bob Marley

  • A smoke, a book, a cup of coffee. These are the little things that get us through this sometimes weary world and all the rainy days.”  R.M. Engelhardt, The Resurrection Waltz Poems R.M. Engelhardt

  •   Some things will never change. Some things will always be the same. Lean down your ear upon the earth and listen. The voice of forest water in the night, a woman’s laughter in the dark, the clean, hard rattle of raked gravel, the cricketing stitch of midday in hot meadows, the delicate web of…

  • The corridors of the big hotels are empty and the cigar smoke is hiding. A man comes down the stairway and notices that it’s raining; the windows are white. We sense the presence of a dog lying near him. All possible obstacles are present. There is a pink cup; an order is given and without…