Monthly Archives: October 2024

Chastity First

October 21, 2024 – 6:14 pm

Published Nov 4, 2008 Feminists around the world have reacted with horror to a new line of lingerie that comes equipped with a GPS tracking system. The ‘find me if you can’ range of underwear has been described as a modern-day, high-tech chastity belt. ‘It is outrageous to think that men can buy this, programme […]

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Classic Poetic Dysleixa

October 21, 2024 – 8:56 am

Edgar Allen Poe, Hart Crane, Willam Yeats 1916 Frank o’Hara, Bukowski, Ginsberg, The Rubiyat of Omar Khayyam Ezra Pound, Emily Dickenson, Sylvia Plath, Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva Every one of them considered mad to write poetry. My words of madness find me on the George Washington Bridge resisting the urge to fly Hart Crane’s supposed last […]

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May 3, 1978 – Journal Entry

October 21, 2024 – 1:01 am

Am I a poet? Some people think so Not many But most consider poets wastrels without money Today, tomorrow, yesterday Throughout time Poets have suffered Scorn, hatred, ridicule, apathy, love, and poverty___ Hart Crane wrote THE BRIDGE A brilliant poem How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest The seagull’s wings shall dip and pivot […]

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A Long Memory

October 20, 2024 – 6:05 am

Published Dec 5, 2011 Degenerate Art had been denounced by the Nazis as un-German ie Jewish or Bolshevist. Josef Goebbels, the Reich Minister of Propaganda, organized an exhibition of Entartete Kunst in 1937. The SS acted as curators for the show by confiscating the works of modern artists from museums and private collections. The assembled […]

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Montauk Train # 7

October 19, 2024 – 2:22 pm

An hour after the Dawn An eastbound diesel train The 8:18 to Montauk Top speed 60 mph Fifteen minutes Out of Jamaica___ Sun climbs the sky Approaching Babylon A swimming pool Empty Until A winter blizzard buries Long Island___ And the snow melts Fills the pool To the brim___ Two months Ahead Of today A […]

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