Monday, September 2, 2013

Self-Portrait, 1811-1929

Self-Portrait, 1811-1929

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Jan said...

A picture is worth a thousand words!!!

You look wonderful, William! I bet I know the scent of your aftershave...Old Books :)

William Michaelian said...

Yep — as it says here on the label, “Simple yet complex. Timelessly appealing.”

Jonathan Chant said...


William Michaelian said...

“My Back Pages”

Gary B. Fitzgerald said...



I haven’t read much poetry lately.
After all, I have to write it.
I can’t be unduly influenced
or misdirected. And damn!
I’m just now shaking off
Shakespeare and Shelley and Poe,
Cummings and Frost,
just now releasing the Howl
and its cost,
that tyger burning bright
and the dying of the light.

But I’ve read all of the dead ones
and most of those living
I just don’t resonate
with these new ones.
They don’t make sense to me.
I don’t get it!
Oh, I get the point, all right.
I just can’t find the poetry.

Copyright 2012 – Mortal Remains, Gary B. Fitzgerald

William Michaelian said...

Well, give it a hundred or two hundred years. Maybe some good will come out of it yet.

Gary B. Fitzgerald said...

Indeed. Posterity is always the final judge.

Ed Baker said...

" I just can't find the poetry."

.... or a decent editor ?

everyone is in a too-much-of-an-hurry-up, computer-generated, Credentialist mind-set...

well ?

write me when you have less time & nothing
(much) to say

William Michaelian said...

Another kind of spell-checker:

If it doesn’t cast a spell,
then move on.

Gary B. Fitzgerald said...


The Editor

“I’m not finding many references in this poetry.”
He said.

“This is true… I write poems, not puzzles.
It’s not an English test, you know.”

“Yes, but shouldn’t there be more depth?
I’m not seeing much history.”

“Depth? I wrote about a beautiful Tiger
eaten by an ugly featherbare, old grackle.
What does that mean? Explain this mystery!
What value is put on beauty by death?
What purpose the esoteric and arcane?
A poem should be a pleasure…words to enjoy,
to enlighten, make easily plain.
It should be old but familiar, even if new,
not an enigma that requires a degree to explain.
Let the students study the scholars.
Let the rest of us hear poetry.”

“I see…”

“You don’t!
A poem is like a happy barking dog that
simply sees what he sees
which your critical obfuscation clearly muzzles.
Today is the assassin of reference and depth!
Virgil and Homer…what do I care?
We all read them years ago.
Here is the price put on beauty by death:
today is now, and now is wagging his tail.”

Copyright 2008 – Softwood: Seventy-eight Poems, Gary B. Fitzgerald

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

That's great!

William Michaelian said...

Hello, Laura!