Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
One needs, of course, a closet full of veils, since "human kind / cannot bear very much reality."
True, and to make room in that closet, we can dispose of some of our many masks.Other lines that spring to mind, suitable for this and almost any occasion:How do you know but ev’ry Bird that cuts the airy way,Is an immense world of delight, clos’d by your senses five?
Beautiful ~ How do you know but ev’ry Bird that cuts the airy way, Is an immense world of delight, clos’d by your senses five?
William Blake, echoing down the ages....
To John“What poets were you influenced by?Who most inspired your poetry?”Well, I replied, I’d have to sayit was sea gulls. And Jackson Pollock.Sailing ships and timber wolvesand everyone who ever died.(Reality itself is not poetic,just its origin and fruits)The seed and the flower.I don’t understand, you said.Being, my friend! Being dead!Just this. Who cares why?That’s what inspires!The physics of quantum,the quality of light,all the tears that were ever cried,the emptiness and the power.The beauty of the mystery. I still don’t understand.That’s it! Not understanding!Negative capability.Copyright 2010 – Ponds and Lawns: New and Corrected Poems, Gary B. Fitzgerald
I know I really shouldn't post another poem here but, what the hell...I'm on a roll. Besides, reality has always been one of my main themes. I hope you like this one.Also, I'm not responsible for my actions anyway since I'm a DIP (Drunken Irish Poet). Hey, everybody liked Dylan Thomas, didn't they?Evolution(Intelligent Design)Overwhelming diversity, constant multiplicity,extending still complexity, an existential mystery.Yet the polarizing entities are questioning reality:an accident of Being or a Being’s creativity?Inexplicable Cosmology, quantum relativity,omnipotent Holy monarchy or irrelevant necessity?A frog jumps and ripples ring the pond.A leaf floats up and down upon it.Copyright 2008 – HARDWOOD: 77 Poems, Gary B. Fitzgerald
I do like this one,Mr. Drunk Irish Poet,and I thank youfor it.Good night, and sleep tight.
Well, it's 2 a.m. here in Texas and I stayed up late just to hear my song request on the radio show. Thank goodness my wife is asleep or I'd be in deep doodoo right now since the contractor repairing our kitchen (burst pipe) is supposed to be here at 8 tomorrow morning. This is probably my internet swan song anyway."I like this one." you say. Does that mean that you didn't like any of the others? Oh, Yeah? Well take this, pal:FeatherSuch insidious mendacitythis mitochondrial conspiracy,leading so to consciousnessand therefore our abilityto see the spectrum’s light reflectingon a feather in the grass.Such deceit defies reality,this deoxyribo affinityfor granting first the giftof our awarenessof fruiting trees and teeming seas,all the colored glory and abundanceof our lives, then the knowledgethat this beauty which so pleases uswill also blow away across the grass.Copyright 2008 – Softwood: Seventy-eight Poems, Gary B. FitgeraldCopyright 2010 – Ponds and Lawns: New and Corrected Poems, Gary B. Fitzgerald
Oh, Danny boy,the pipes, the pipes are calling....I’m almost afraid to say I like this one. Because obviously, what I really mean, is that I like all of them equally and without reservation.Your pal.
speaking to y'alls thematics re:seductiondelight/desirethe sensualveilsrealityet ceterasam re-reading Wm. Vollmann's "Kissing the Mask"you've gotten, neatly, into/towards the essence in one brief line of what art and poetry ... and lipstickis all about.
Ah. Perfect. Brevity loves company.
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