Ezra POUNDed My Head

February 9, 2012

Ezra POUNDed my head today

I woke up in the (William) BURROUGHS of my mind

Unable to NEAL like Cassady and pray

I write like I am an ARTHUR (Rimbaud) of many poems but

I am really a HUNTER (S. Thompson) of words

A Patti wordSMITH

 

I am hungry for an Allan GINSBERGer with cheese

Flap JACK Kerouac rhymes touch my soul

I search as (Henry David) THOREOUly as I can for the

Right (Edgar Allan) POEm to come along and

It all seems so (William) BLeAkE like

Tasting rotten (Walt) WHITMAN chocolates

My creativity takes it (Gregory) CORSO

As I ponder on about Emily needing DICKenson

I have to make my MARK like TWAIN

And do as I WILLiam and say FAULKner you

 

I WILLiam SHAKEspeare this feeling

I want to have my (Robert) FROSTed cake

And (William Butler) yEATs it too

Mark my (William) WORDSworth

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Translators of Tomorrow -A Poem by Bill Marlin

January 5, 2012

In addition to his great contributions to the art world as an art professor for over 2 decades (the first full time art department faculty member) and an accomplished artist of his own right, William Marlin (my adopted father that raised me) was also a master poet. I present one of many that my adopted mother found and recently published.

Translators of Tomorrow

To wrap inconstancy in dimension

a continuum to itself

by holding a moment to the glare

as translators of tomorrow

 

All goes on

but in grasping some back

a touch

so compelling

we breathe both

the air of now and before

as in unison.

 

The renewal and the change

blend

in a new configuration

of what must be said

to be forgotten

and remembered.

 

Somewhere echoes speak

for some

they float – always waiting.

 


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