Nouvelle poeme

Names Suppressed to Protect the Innocent (May 20, 2011)

Z. was actually a character in a story, a novel, a narrative,
maybe a movie, a film, a cinematic adventure, perhaps
a drama, a stage play, a live spoken theatre production.
Z. (the fictional personage) suffered a terrible compulsion:
to utter the obvious, to speak the unadulterated truth,
to shout the king has no clothes, to say the queen is a loon,
the singer’s lost his nose, the neighbor belongs in a bin,
the colleague’s struck a pose with no rational backing,
the hostess has skin disease plural, while her daughter
is in kin straits, for she’ll do anything to please the court
of public opinion or of her lone son, since he’s addicted,
to rhyme and reason and witless appeals to lost and
last letters.

Lyric Little

Well before my unrequested transfer to this particular lovely outpost,
I was fully aware of the meanings of distance and gin joint,
a place of business vending spirits, often clear and distilled versions.
Now I hear it's become risky to rear one's gentle head
in salons of genteel brutes, in places of odd commerce.
The roots of cognizance can be tricky.

RIP: Benedito Nunes. Grande professor de filosofia-poesia-crítica-vida.
I studied one semester with him in 1980 and have benefitted from his wisdom every term since.

sorella

Poem in homage to the deceased feline SAM in Santa Cruz CA by my sister, go to:
http://members.cox.net/patriciaperrone.
grazie.

Due/Cinque Gatti

It is important to note that I have updated the website dedicated to the felines that live with us.
http://members.cox.net/duegatti. Check it out. Mia is MIA, Tolstoy RIP and benevenutto, Vincenzo.

a plate of thanks giving thought

now get you down the road toward a hall of memories
a corridor or two of recollections of daunting tasks
unsuspected dazes planned charity drives or crazes
even said phases of retention effort and success in a
single place still married to a quiet time of recess
with excess with extra with more and more
so yes let us give thanks and let us praise
the razing of the barn the phatic function of language
neighboring the tent designed for accommodation
that may be being an illusion an ill-fated scion or not
the wine that they served did so work its purpose
its for-profit fit all of emic cries currents thrushes
flagellation in frigid climes together with limitations
where brains may melt where minds may bulge
this delirium is self-induced they say so not me
they yes them they yes them they yes them
the brine we swim in was theirs
we salted nothing mal-altered much less
i am indeed grateful to have been able to keep this
much of the fruit of the apple of the apparatus to
possess despite everything that I do and enough to

Vincenzo Gatto

Since the political news is so abject, I thought I would report the continued presence of a local

cat that we have dubbed Vincenzo, Vince for short, reminiscent of victory ... oh yeah, victory.