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Monthly Archives: June 2014
Post Op.
Tears welled in his eyes, his breast filled with relief, another young life saved; his surgical skills again exonerated, despite the excruciating cramp around his fingers and stiffness in his joints; Master Surgeon still after all these very long years, … Continue reading
Flaneur : Arts Council Funded
The gallery was crowded, the Flaneur felt a frisson of ennui,”comment?” his forefinger jabbed toward the photograph,a man apparently stood on a mat that was adjacent a bus stop,a casual reading of the tableau would conclude that the man foregrounded … Continue reading
Journey
Silhouettes embark the theatre on wheels, bantering chattering with artistes of the verbal trapeze,accompanied by accordions of folding evening papers, keeping time with stonetablet timetables,clattering through blackened railway arches circumlocating marmoreal square, withered brown leaves tumbling in welters helter skelter … Continue reading
Shoreline..
Long ago we met before far away on some distant shore, we stood to watch a storm cloud near our hearts entwined in that same fear, as wind lashed the sea into its rage long ago in that half-remembered age; … Continue reading
Lakota ( reboot posted 28 June 2018 )
The dusts of war and the dusts of famine, pierce men’s skins and swirl in their hearts with coyote chorus of forgotten words,forgotten peace; The winds of corpses and the winds of souls, howl with forgotten promises across empty hunting … Continue reading
Posted in 19th.Century American History, American History, Colonialism, Culture, Destiny Poets, Existential, History Poem, Imperialism, Louis Kasatkin, Philosophy, Poetry, Western Mythology
Tagged American History, Colonialism, Destiny Poets, Existential, History Poem, Imperialism, Louis Kasatkin
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The Third Man ( 1948…a film by Carol Reed )
a haunting zither’s lament permeates the dank misty alleyway, from a high up apartment window a jingle-jangle musicbox is serenading a peek-a-boo moon; A streetcar is stuttering grinding to a halt, a solitary figure disembarks silhouetted by lamplight he quickly … Continue reading
Andes Tourist Attraction
The nameless old Indian died, the one who begged daily by the fountain; He fell over in the Plaza during Siesta, so inconsiderate, interrupting the morgue attendant’s enjoyment of the broadcast soccer game; Matters could have been worse, retrieving a … Continue reading
Les Autres
When winter’s cadence sounds, burn their pictures the photographs of the dead burn them, so that they shan’t trouble you again when winter’s cadence sounds; the gardens are shrouded in snow upon which no earthly foot will fall, and the … Continue reading
Waiting for Breughel
You yearned to see him, longed after him as you did in your Florentine days; Breughel, as advertised Breughel as promised; Amid the pristine marble of the Royal Fine Arts (Brussels museum of renown) Breughel drew them, drew you like … Continue reading
Posted in Culture, Destiny Poets, European History, Louis Kasatkin, Poetry, Popular Culture
Tagged Culture, Destiny Poets, Louis Kasatkin, Memory
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Existential
if you could only remember your name, maybe the days would make some kind of sense, and all your life’s chances that you threw high up in the air, so very very high and so far away, would come right … Continue reading
Posted in Destiny Poets, Ennui, Existential, Identity, Louis Kasatkin, Philosophy, Poetry
Tagged Destiny Poets, Dystopia, Existential, Louis Kasatkin, Memory
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