Museophile

To paraphrase Rumi, who would be a lover cannot have but a single head. This, because loving well requires one to lose one’s head; and considering this, we might draw an analogy between the lover and the transmigratory soul. Whatever we do, we will lose our heads in the end. Or, as John Hiatt put…

Progress, for Better and Worse

I was at a wine and poetry gathering the other night, where a young woman of Jewish descent offered a traditional sung blessing. She prefaced it by saying that the meaning of the Hebrew was to offer thanks to God for the wine, but that as she didn’t believe in any sort of external divinity,…

The Essence of the Counting Crows

So, here’s the essence of the Counting Crows – which only matters because the Counting Crows exemplified the essence of an historical moment. More, even, than an historical moment, the essence of the Counting Crows exists as a sort of standing wave. It is a hypostasis of the human psyche. 🙂 By that, I just…

Perhaps This is the Only Freedom Possible

Bleak Poetry Corner #1 Free to roam the endless digital highways in search of some momentary amusement or radical cause Free to watch the stars shine and feed our faces with our faces. The frontier is long gone The buffalo herds but a memory of a memory of a memory of a memory You might…

The Centre Will Not Hold

“So essentially what we can get out of this is we butchered our plan to sort of have a response for the national anthem and respect everyone’s opinions.” -Alejandro Vllanueava I’m sharing this as evidence in support of the proposition that “the center will not hold.” This proposition is taken from the start of Yeat’s…

Restless Venus: Lyrics and Notes

[soundcloud url=”https://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/292619138″ params=”color=ff5500&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false” width=”100%” height=”166″ iframe=”true” /] Here are the lyrics, with a few annotations (signified by ^, ^^ and ^^^) to dress them up a bit: [chorus] Restless Venus won’t you please settle down and just try staying with me in this town It’s hard to love you when you’re wandering around O, my…

Meru to Mordor: A Poetic Consideration of the Deep State

We stand before You, Great Mountain of the State – who breaks the clouds and causes rain to fall – wondering whether to call you Meru or Mordor, Olympus* or Doom Regarding Olympus, it is worth remembering that supposedly Greek innovation, whereby the divine beings were made more like humans, with the passions of individual…