An experiment

I'm closing comments here at darkspeech. For the time being.

A couple of reasons. One, it's no longer my main blog. Two, I'm getting a lot of Chinese (or Asian) spam. Three, I forget what reason number three was, but it was a really good one.

So send me an email, or visit me at my other blog, and we shall communicate in thus wise!

Thank you for visiting!

The eternal sophomore

Writing vers libre is like saying "Tennyson" without a hairnet.

Sneaking a pentameter into an otherwise "free" poem : forbidden fruit! Or the fun of passing along a secret code to others who might understand it.

Just wanted to share this

Aretha and Condoleezza. Making music together.

Recalling ...

Recalling a conversation with a follower of this blog who objected to my having called a sequence of five prose-poems "alternative sonnets," I note with a degree of satisfaction that the 19th-century French poet Arthur Rimbaud (1854-91) gave one of his prose-poems (from his book Illuminations) the title of "Sonnet." It is the second section of this poem, "Jeunesse."

Dylan Thomas reading

"Poem on His Birthday":