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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
PASIPHAE: and the Birth of the Minotaur. Content Warning.
O PASIPHAE A Queenly Interlude o unhappy maid, what madness seized your captured heart and pounded your yearning womb to such unnatural lusts! Fortunate she indeed if there had never been flocks—Pasiphae love-slave to the wild white bull stud
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets
IDYLL
IDYLL while I weary myself with reading aloud there you are weaving a basket of fluvial wicker still moist and pliant and the must fomenting with the bubbly hiss of a hoarsest whisper drones midday from the wine vats with the cicada locustals’ bass continuo underlining; while the roots of the sylvan beech hold in the ebullient waters from eroding the humus of soil-cake underneath and the branches above ramify into a kind of textual shelter-place for weary wanderers in word land. There are shadows inter-insinuated in segments,
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets
Faunus/Girls Gone Wild. Content Warning.
Foreshadowed by the ancient gloom FAUNUS was said by some primordially to be a “Wolf-God,” the Strangler horny goat by the Hermes anecdote: PsychoPomp of the little death: one-handed: material mercurial trickster: he brought the fire: he was the messenger: as Prometheus was the forethought and Epimetheus the afterthought in the hornygoatweed :
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets
