POEM: Proust
Proust
the only paradise
according to Proust
is paradise lost
perhaps so
but one can always
read Proust
Books
POEM: The Sport of Kings (with apologies to Hemingway)
The Sport Of Kings
(with apologies to Hemingway)
I was fucking
a good-looking kid
from Baltimore
whose uncle owned
a great horse
(Spectacular Bid)
feeling like family
I rooted him home
to win the Derby
two weeks later
it was the Preakness
when he lost the Belmont
I felt like shit
then the kid
takes off for Maryland
when she gets back
it’s not the same
I don’t know
sometimes it seems
they don’t leave
a guy nothin’
POEM: Waugh
Waugh
Evelyn Waugh
wrote the following
to know and love
another person
is the beginning
of all wisdom
if this is true
my darling Nan
my English girl
you have made me
the wisest fool
in all the world
POEM: Porter
Katherine Anne
story writer
was also it seems
an original thinker
alone of anti-semites
she found the Jews
to be stupid
who could she mean
Montaigne Spinoza
Proust Kafka
Freud Einstein
as my Jewish grandmother
would sometimes say
what’s not to like
POEM: Thoreau
it was Thoreau who wrote
live the life you imagined
a very beautiful thought
and surely one of the saddest