“Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.”
~ e.e. cummings, b. 14 Ocober 1894
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There was a summer years gone by,
But in the fall of all things human,
Yet in my glass I sense her still –
Sic Fugit Harley (a poem)
7 Jun
SIC FUGIT HARLEY
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You make me want to steal a Harley,
drive headlong for your southern hills,
not caring if a storm is rising –
knowing this is what God wills.
~
Over the limit and under radar,
I’d come for you at fevered pitch –
hugging curves on slippery shoulder,
careening in and out of ditch.
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For I would risk mud slides and snow
to drive on up your country lane
and rev my hog in your backyard –
to have you ride with me again.
~~~
Toronto, 3 June 2015
Vineyards (a poem)
25 AprVINEYARDS
There was a summer years gone by,
we wandered vineyards, love and I.
Beneath the sun we quenched our thirst,
and crushed the grapes until they burst,
when each with purple head engorged
gave way to teeth with which we gorged.
But in the fall of all things human,
we rode our way to wrack and ruin.
Still feeding on our own desires,
we had no thought to bank our fires.
And but for winter, who would know
there’d come a day with no Pinot?
Yet in my glass I sense her still –
full-bodied taste, bouquet nose-filled.
Except for memory, there’s no trace
of tears I kissed from her sweet face,
but know now in the dregs of time
they weren’t her tears, but only mine.
~~~
Alan Annand, Toronto, 23 April 2015
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Anne Sexton (b. November 9): “The feeling after writing a poem is better than sex…”
9 Nov
“The beautiful feeling after writing a poem is on the whole better even than after sex, and that’s saying a lot.”
~ Anne Sexton, b. 9 November 1928
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John Keats (b. October 31): “My imagination is a monastery…”
31 Oct
“My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.”
~ John Keats, b. 31 October 1795
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Arthur Rimbaud (b. October 20): “Life is the farce we’re all forced to endure.”
20 Oct
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Arthur Rimbaud (born 20 October 1854, died 10 November 1891) was a French poet who produced his works while still in his late teens. Victor Hugo described him as ‘an infant Shakespeare’. He gave up creative writing before the age of 20. He was a restless soul who travelled on three continents before his death from cancer just after his 37th birthday.
Four quotes:
- Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
- Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
- I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
- A thousand Dreams within me softly burn.
e.e. cummings (b. October 14): “Unless you love someone…”
14 Oct
“Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.”
~ e.e. cummings, b. 14 Ocober 1894
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John Keats (b.Oct 31): “My imagination is a monastery…”
31 Oct
“My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.”
~ John Keats, b. 31 October 1795
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Prince Aries in a winter wood
24 Jan
Prince Aries in a winter wood
in feathered coat of red with hood
flew skittering each way he could
to know a World not understood.
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