Tag Archives: writing
William Blake’s Unfinished Work
The Four Zoas There is an entry in Wikipedia which covers this work so I was not going to repeat the themes here. Originally, I only wanted to point out that Blake creates his names for the Zoas by using … Continue reading
Dreaming About Astrology
I won’t make this a very long post (as the meme above is enough, really). Last night I met with the publisher of a magazine which mostly focuses on lifestyles. She wanted me to send her two examples of my … Continue reading
Deception
Could be I deserve ev’rything I get! How else can I account for my good luck? Otherwise, I might now be really stuck In situations that were much too wet. Conjunctions between Sun and Jupiter Enact a reign of … Continue reading
Love
I gaze into her eyes (soft-colored blue, gazing back), She smiles, I grin, And we hold hands. She stares away from me (into the Vacuum of my mind); She thinks about the future, My love, And me. I … Continue reading
Suppertime
It’s taken me years But now I know what it’s like To have supper all ready And then be told that the most Important person will be late: No, I didn’t shed tears But I felt like taking … Continue reading
World One, Me None
I spent what seemed like a very long day Going from place to place, not knowing why I went through the hoops to help get away From this small space known as my cloudy sky. I lent my … Continue reading
When a Muse Comes to You in Your Sleep
Satisfaction (1965) Fifty-five years ago today, Keith Richards woke up from a sleep; a deep sleep that had been interrupted by a guitar riff and a phrase. In the night, he’d recorded the beginnings of (I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction, … Continue reading
Patience
When under the weather, Not knowing whether To quit or not, Don’t start a fight; Learn to sit tight: Think a new thought. Remember: Where you’re going (No one knowing!) How long away (Too long you say?) And more … Continue reading
Attention!
Tense: A frown was forming Over a worried eye. “Nonsense,” Says the tongue, warming To a hurried cry; Yet the teeth began grittin’ As the splintered nails were bitten; The neck became strained and cruel As its … Continue reading
A Poem from 1972 Foretold The Present
Monastic Meter Time Passes So Slowly That souls Become holy By dipping their fingers in wine. . But Somehow The Silence Sets up A defiance So that my own thoughts are not mine. . And Then the Controls Go … Continue reading
