Tag: mythology

  • Wax

    Wax

    Icarus was soaring at the moment of his fall. Wild-eyed ape-godling Rising to glorious damnation. His demesne below; Naked frothing flesh Jewl’d with a thousand fertile isles Where many fruits grow From a single tree.   Not enough for this creator’s son, Who dared to rise and strike at heaven. Gaining, in apotheotic descent Immortal…

  • Dog Days

    Dog Days

    It’s a sullen spring morning in Southern California.  The gray atmosphere sticks to everything in the living room–  the sofas, the mounted tv, the tall bookcase, the record player.  It’s spring in Southern California  not the one with beaches for blocks  and congested freeways weaving skyscrapers,  coughing up cars from one exit to another.  No,…

  • Olympics Need an Aesthetic Branch — #OlympianAesthete

    Olympics Need an Aesthetic Branch — #OlympianAesthete

    In preparation for our first two book readings for our Western Canonball book club here in Brooklyn (click here to unlock the whole booklist and join the book clumb), I came across an interesting passage in Hesiod’s WORKS AND DAYS where he gives a sort of meta reference to his THEOGONY, the first book in…

  • Lexi’s Song • from 54 Poems at 27

    Lexi’s Song • from 54 Poems at 27

    All the ice melted leaving dark snowmen every forty feet And all their plastic bones are exposed. All the glass open every screen up But the radiator’s set to a hundred and four. How did we go from the frozen circle of Lucifer and plunge into another myth, oh a lake of fire? I remember…

  • 025: Clothes that Fit Everyone Else but You

    that moment when the boxer briefs you’re wearing catch all your bathroom’s light WHAM! how it hits you, branches and leaves: you’ve owned them forever, since – what’s the night? Oh yeah! It was Valentine’s Day Dance, Sixth Grade. You’d won them raising funds for artists. “’Lastic band, orange frog print?” “Lance.” (goes nice with Dance…

  • 024: An Elogium für ein Lettre-Arius Mægster Tollkühn

    Now we ought to eulogize Phantasie Author’s might, Mythopoet literary, our faebles, legends obligated to him, Mythopoet resuscitates. He stimulated earthen scions— primary source’s Visioneer: Middangeard woke up fiction. Mythopoet? They reject your word artistry, Mystic Seer. _________ }{ For newcomers — a note on 50 @ 25: Once upon a time, I read that…

  • 021: Villano Tres

    for the Gergia mythos Sometimes the truth resides between three liars; that stout, resistant core that never breaks. The light of Ashen’s hidden in a fire. One speaks of mountain dew in his desire while two divert — “The river Ashen makes.” Sometimes the truth resides between three liars. They’ll take you on a course…

  • 016: The Rime of the Ancient Astronaut or Robots, Robots Everywhere

      I There was an ancient Astronaut who stopped me in the street I asked him, “By my glittering suit why are you stopping me?” He held me with his shriveled hand and said, “I flew my ship beyond the grasp of gravity, fresh fruit juice, naps, or chips.” I sat my rump upon a…

  • A Visit from St. Nicholas by Clemet C. Moore

      I’m in full Christmas swing and spirit. Because of that, I feel like reading some of my favorite stories and poems for the season. Here’s the classic poem: Hugs, Kisses, and a Stump of a Pipe, PS> Thanks to everyone who supported last week’s promotion–you guys completely dominated my expectations. Seriously, I was overwhelmed…