I know I’ve said it before, but this time I swear I intend to actually come back to this blog. And by ‘come back’ I only mean actually paying some attention to it, whether that attention is apparent to you or not is irrelevant (to me, obviously). Here are some thoughts on what I’ve beenRead More…
A Prophecy O Future bards chant from skull to heart to ass as long as language lasts Vocalize all chords zap all consciousness I sing out of mind jail in New York State without electricity rain on the mountain thought fills cities I’ll leave my body in a thin motel my self escapes through unbornRead More…
City Trees The trees along this city street, Save for the traffic and the trains, Would make a sound as thin and sweet As trees in country lanes. And people standing in their shade Out of a shower, undoubtedly Would hear such music as is made Upon a country tree. Oh, little leaves that areRead More…
Arguments I’m sick of arguments “You threw the butter in the pan” “I did not you let it melt on the stove” “You invaded Turkey and killed all the Armenians!” “I did not! You invaded China got them addicted to Opium!” “You built a bigger H Bomb than I did” “You used poison gas inRead More…
I looked through all of my poetry last night, for almost two hours, trying to find anything but another Alan Dugan poem to post here on my blog. I love Dugan, but there are so many greats out there — EE Cummings, Ginsberg, Burroughs, Ezra Pound (we have a love/hate relationship), TS Eliot, Ann SextonRead More…
I’ve always loved Alan Dugan, and own a complete collection of his poetry. I have never read a collection of poems like a novel — from page 1 to the end (unless the poet has arranged the collection him/herself) — instead I flip to a page, any page, and enjoy whichever poem chooses me. Today, it wasRead More…
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