See everyone tomorrow.
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Category: Poetry
Etude: A Bar, in the Afternoon
A couple of years ago I began to write a long poem sequence. For a long time I struggled with the title. A few weeks ago I hit upon the title “Etude”, which is a variation on its original title, which I won’t say here because it really sounded pompous. This is the first poem in the sequence.
Poem: Los Angeles
Some of our streets
look like blasted heaths
with King Lears and Fools
wandering around, heads uncovered
wailing in the tempest.
Meanwhile in the walled estates
Goneril and Regan plan
to raise armies and sweep
all before them. It is as it always
has been. It is a story as old
as mankind, and as unkind,
mired in strength and vigor.
May Lear find his Cordelia,
and live in her bosom,
not torn from her,
another trophy above the hearth.
Morning poetry readings
As I’m feeling my way through this regular blogging thing, I figured I’d have (semi)regular features. So this morning, a bit of the first art.
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T.S. Eliot – The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
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Nikky Finney – Dancing with Strom
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