Category: Poetry

I fall in love with the art of writing poetry over and over again.

1963.
The year some French
Took too literally
Baudlaire,
And his poem, “The Cat”:

Félicette
Body electric,
Name ironic.
With ceremony,
Flung into space.

beauty is profane. 
bursting through, it serves no other, vital for itself. and self as whole, and wholly beautiful. rough and wild, tender, true.

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Beauty is multifaceted, and in being so, reaches and connects to an individual in a variety of ways and channels. It’s what keeps us thinking.