Monday, April 15, 2024
Monday, March 11, 2024
Song For The People Of The Middle East, All Of Them (feat. Ebony Anpu)
Wednesday, January 24, 2024
Proxy Invitation (To Mephistophelis): A Poem By This Faust
Upon Being Given My Choice Of Gift:
(& Presented With Two Rare Editions Of Goethe's Faust)
Often when we want to show our love's Extant
And of course also do preserve our own selves well
When we aim wisely we care not so much how money's spent
As we do to preserve our freedoms well as we can tell
And so the rarer items We come to think show more
(The more uncommon things we think are better),
But what we think the symbols chosen – for –
May turn out to be far too much like debt or debtor
So I ask that you consider a different kind of present
And if you wish it not or wish it also that is fine
In that case from the pool of choices you present
From which you'd have me choose, the first edition's mine
But far away what I would fancy most, consider, please:
On some occasions – for a few conversations – be my Mephistopheles
Thursday, January 11, 2024
Saturday, January 6, 2024
To The Swan: A Poem Without Poetry
(Or, Get Well Soon, Please, Thank You)
To The Swan: Get Well Soon,
(a poem without poetry, hopefully a fragment)
by johanna Faust
i want to write a sonnet gleaming
but heart in my mouth, i keep holding my breath
it has been so hard for me, to do any good thinking
hard for me to breathe, to get breath
excuse me, hard for who?
um, me, um, i am breathing fine actually, that was, um
meant as a metaphor. seems a bit out of touch
the meaning when literal, seems apt, not so much
when its literal you stay in touch
with the anchors to this world in the here now beauty
where you feel sick & feel happy & laugh & cry
feel tired and weak & i hope not often, alone
i hope someone is there with me
like i want to be there for you
i hope that someone could even possibly be
because then you’d still be around, even you
machines beepingly dripping, they keep my friend breathing
they keep his heart beating as he is reading my verse.