There are many others I could have included:
Shakespeare's "Sonnet 116" (I recited it at my wedding),
Poe's "The Raven", Carroll's "The Walrus And The Carpenter" or "Jabberwocky",
Dylan Thomas' "Do not go gentle into that good night", Pablo Neruda's "If You Forget Me",
Thomas Lux' "The Swimming Pool", Sharon Olds' "I Go Back to May 1937".
Some of my other favorites are scattered throughout my posts.
Look for Lord Byron, Walt Whitman, EMILY DICKINSON, Jennifer Michael Hecht.
And there's a somewhat convoluted path
which leads to Wordsworth's "Splendour In The Grass".
(See "Bernice" for a selection of my grandmother's poems.)
I will talk to you of Art,
for there is nothing else to talk about.
For there is nothing else.
Life is an obscure hobo
bumming a ride on the omnibus of Art.
Burn gas buggies, and whip your sour cream of circumstance,
and hope, and go ahead and sleep your bloody heads off.
Creation is. All else is not.
What is not Creation is graham crackers.
Let it all crumble to feed the Creator.
The Artist is. All others are not.
Charles B. Griffith (A Bucket of Blood)
Many of my poems, articles, and commentaries contain quotations
and references to classic literature, poetry, popular songs, and movies.
Are you familiar with them? (Some of them are a bit obscure.)
Do you recognize their relevance?
And how many anagrams of Mark Sebring have you spotted?
I haven't written any original poetry for some time. (I think I'm done now.)
Nowadays I just write bits of dialog and prose, observations on human nature
interspersed with quotations, literary references, snippets from my own poetry,
and then look for an appropriate place to insert them into the commentaries in
the review sections of my poems. As a result, some of my commentaries have
evolved into weird sermons. And some might find them difficult to understand.
At this point my commentaries may tell more of my story than my poetry does,
but that story is often told non-chronologically and I sometimes switch between
different points of view. This particular storytelling style is somewhat similar to
Faulkner's "The Sound And The Fury". (The main characters in My story are:
🧙Roger T. Slug, and 🤡Bozo The Magic Weasel.)
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
that struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
and then is heard no more.
It is a tale told by an idiot,
full of Sound and Fury,
signifying nothing.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Check out "The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde"
at the end of "A House Divided". 🧙🏻♂️|🤡
(Based on the parable by Robert Louis Stevenson
and a few lines from Cohen's "Bird On A Wire",
it summarizes the primary message of my book.)
📚 Currently reading:
"The Call Of The Wild" by Jack London
"Shattered" by Dean Koontz
The first poem has a lesson to it, I think. At one point you refer to a dyke (derogatory word for a lesbian) rather than dike… Unless you meant to?
While reading I began to gather that you did not write these poems. As I read A Secret Life, I realized that we all have a secret life. Some are probably just a little bit more heavy on our minds. Why the Catholic Church capitalizes on secret lives by offering a confessional for people to get their secrets off their chest to the delight of voyeuristic priests.
While Geese is a real inspiration to put aside despair and move forth loudly like geese returning for another season.
Ice Storm is a very realistic depiction of someone's perception during a dreary winter day.
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
Welcome!
The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help. Beautiful
Shakespeare's "Sonnet 116" (I recited it at my wedding),
Poe's "The Raven", Carroll's "The Walrus And The Carpenter" or "Jabberwocky",
Dylan Thomas' "Do not go gentle into that good night", Pablo Neruda's "If You Forget Me",
Thomas Lux' "The Swimming Pool", Sharon Olds' "I Go Back to May 1937".
Some of my other favorites are scattered throughout my posts.
Look for Lord Byron, Walt Whitman, EMILY DICKINSON, Jennifer Michael Hecht.
And there's a somewhat convoluted path
which leads to Wordsworth's "Splendour In The Grass".
(See "Bernice" for a selection of my grandmother's poems.)
I will talk to you of Art,
for there is nothing else to talk about.
For there is nothing else.
Life is an obscure hobo
bumming a ride on the omnibus of Art.
Burn gas buggies, and whip your sour cream of circumstance,
and hope, and go ahead and sleep your bloody heads off.
Creation is. All else is not.
What is not Creation is graham crackers.
Let it all crumble to feed the Creator.
The Artist is. All others are not.
Charles B. Griffith (A Bucket of Blood)
Many of my poems, articles, and commentaries contain quotations
and references to classic literature, poetry, popular songs, and movies.
Are you familiar with them? (Some of them are a bit obscure.)
Do you recognize their relevance?
And how many anagrams of Mark Sebring have you spotted?
I haven't written any original poetry for some time. (I think I'm done now.)
Nowadays I just write bits of dialog and prose, observations on human nature
interspersed with quotations, literary references, snippets from my own poetry,
and then look for an appropriate place to insert them into the commentaries in
the review sections of my poems. As a result, some of my commentaries have
evolved into weird sermons. And some might find them difficult to understand.
At this point my commentaries may tell more of my story than my poetry does,
but that story is often told non-chronologically and I sometimes switch between
different points of view. This particular storytelling style is somewhat similar to
Faulkner's "The Sound And The Fury". (The main characters in My story are:
🧙Roger T. Slug, and 🤡Bozo The Magic Weasel.)
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
that struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
and then is heard no more.
It is a tale told by an idiot,
full of Sound and Fury,
signifying nothing.
William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
Check out "The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde"
at the end of "A House Divided". 🧙🏻♂️|🤡
(Based on the parable by Robert Louis Stevenson
and a few lines from Cohen's "Bird On A Wire",
it summarizes the primary message of my book.)
📚 Currently reading:
"The Call Of The Wild" by Jack London
"Shattered" by Dean Koontz
While reading I began to gather that you did not write these poems. As I read A Secret Life, I realized that we all have a secret life. Some are probably just a little bit more heavy on our minds. Why the Catholic Church capitalizes on secret lives by offering a confessional for people to get their secrets off their chest to the delight of voyeuristic priests.
While Geese is a real inspiration to put aside despair and move forth loudly like geese returning for another season.
Ice Storm is a very realistic depiction of someone's perception during a dreary winter day.
Ron