Category Archives: Poetry

IN VINO CALOR

The wind drives the snow across a barren field. Spring is a century away from today and I shiver in the cold, knowing a fire awaits me not far away and a glass of wine. In vino calor.

Poetry In the Ruins

Industrial ruins haunt both sides of the Hudson River. Tall chimneys mark them from a distance. On this winter morning no one is there but me. Walls stand as tombstones. They act as grafitti billboards For my eyes only. Black is our safe shadow. Scream into her earth and cry. Protect with unconditional love. Hold […]

PETER NOLAN SMITH READING AT MoMA 02 08 18 Club 57 Show

FIRST CHAPTER OF THE END OF MAYBE READ BY PETER NOLAN SMITH – VIDEO BY ERIC MARCIANO – MUSIC BY ANDREW POLLOCK RULES OF KLAUS READ BY WILLEM DAFOE – VIDEO BY ERIC MARCIANO BAD POETRY OF PETER NOLAN SMITH READ BY LARRY FLEISCHMAN DUELLING JOURNALS BY ANN MAGNUSON AND PETER NOLAN SMITH THE END […]

The Doorman Poem By Haoui Montaug

Excuse me excuse me Who is in charge here I mean who has the guest list I must be on it I am personal friends with just about anybody you ever heard of Just check the list And I am sure that you will find my name Why isn’t anyone talking to me Can somebody […]

May 2, 1978

Am I a poet? People think so, but they consider poets wastrels without money. Throughout time poets have suffered scorn, hatred, ridicule, apathy, love, and poverty. Hart Crane wrote THE BRIDGE. Sailors threw him off a ship in the middle of the Caribbean. Poe died from drugs, Byron succumbed to disease in Greece, and Joyce […]