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Tag Archives: Baudelaire
“What Me, Cruel?”
April stares back at us and asks: What me, cruel? Because mournful windowsrattle in my winds and pots tip over, green with rust or lichen? Because hairs on your bare legsshiver like crocus? She finds us in her glassy eyeand springs: You … Continue reading
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Tagged April is the cruelest month, Baudelaire, nature poetry, poetry, rebirth, reincarnation, Spring poems, T.S. Eliot, The Muse
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Baudelaire Walks Pandemic Paris
Walking through Paris in the (imagined) aftermath of a pandemic, I had the uncanny feelings of déjà vu, that things had disappeared and been replaced, leaving behind a residue of scented melancholy. The gap between then and now ignited a … Continue reading
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Tagged Baudelaire, BN, Paris
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Shock of the (Post-Covid) New
How distanced we are from faces with their expressive truths, how shocked by the lower halves of faces we’ve never seen. Put these little jolts alongside big jolts, and you have emotional minefields. It seems that everyone, upon emerging, is seeing … Continue reading
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Tagged Baudelaire, new normal, new not-normal, post-covid
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Vertigo, How Real You Are
I saw the clarity of my eyesight turn to soft waves. You know the cliche about writers being sensitive flowers, taking into their bodies whatever is “in the air”? How the external world becomes translated in various ways into their nervous systems? … Continue reading
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Tagged Baudelaire, Coronavirus, Covid-19, migraine, post-modern, Vertigo
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Cut Me Loose
How freeing to discover the curious way French acquaintances and friends are judging the US. Fortunately Trump is not sucking out all the oxygen. While they despise him, they’re perplexed by this passing nightmare and don’t hold it against us. … Continue reading
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Tagged Baudelaire, big sky, France, horizon, journee noir, les vacances
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Summer of Love
As if I were totally innocent of the question, and the conundrum fresh and unexamined, I asked myself while brushing my teeth this morning: artist: what’s the right thing to do? As if I had not been studying what … Continue reading
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Tagged Art in time of war, Baudelaire, Beauty, Boston, Dylan, Matisse, MFA, Museum of FIne Arts, Picasso
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The Disruption of Beauty
“There is a time to break down, and a time to build up.” Ecclesiastes, man of the ages, is also man of the hour. When Francis Picabia painted this picture, he gave it an absurd name – Estanonisi – but … Continue reading
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Tagged #AWP, #Francis Picabia, art in wartime, Baudelaire, MoMA, poetry
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Spring for Skeptics
Iris that purple flower that reaches up with ruffled wings, and droops down with falls and beards, mirrored. Its doubled bauble is neither upside down nor right-side up; it looks the same standing on your head as looking from above. Either way … Continue reading
With Love & Hate for My February Muse
It’s mid-February. It’s the dead point of the year, when roots and energy have retracted and nature is nearly still. People who fight back do Florida. Yoga. Extreme sports. Instead of resisting, I’m turning inward. I’m writing poems. That doesn’t … Continue reading
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Tagged Baudelaire, Beauty, Hymn to Beauty, Les Fleurs du Mal, Muse, poetry, Polly Morgan, taxidermy, Valentine's Day
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