Truth for the Victim: Fifth Wake

Posted by ractrose on April 30, 2017 in Art, Poems

placeholder The Folly Wake     Truth for the Victim   Wake has become lost Three summonings have failed to raise him   ‘But,’ M. de Clieux says, ‘the case is odd. This woman, …like them all,’ he laughs, ‘confuses me. What is the dénouement?’ To the expert (that nobleman from Rennes) in dead languages, […]

The Impresario: an alphabet (part twenty-three)

Posted by ractrose on April 29, 2017 in Art, Poems

  The Impresario Part Twenty-Three   A laughing cadre of three…Pierre, the Dauphin Enter with the ease of welcome guests They, and the young man, Renald Pass in chatter the vintner’s threshold Pierre notes Tortu waits them by the hearth, alone. Forcing a smile, he says, “Renald. You must join our guild, and leave your […]

Confidante: Fourth Wake

Posted by ractrose on April 26, 2017 in Art, Poems

placeholder The Folly Wake     Confidante   Travel, if that were the cause of it A career of amputating limbs…a bent Towards a ruthless, curious, yearning to experiment Perhaps an inclination when he spoke Of all humanity’s being one To place himself outside of it Howitt, the only friend I’d known   Wake’s voice […]

Surgeon to the Bowfin: Third Wake

Posted by ractrose on April 23, 2017 in Art, Poems

placeholder The Folly Wake     Surgeon to the Bowfin   ‘I am a respectable woman. Inspector, I still feel myself at sixes and sevens. I believe I took the greater shock today.’ ‘Now, ma’am. I hope you’ve thought of it— The assailant could well have cast aside those letters.’ She tells him she accepts […]

The Impresario: an alphabet (part twenty-two)

Posted by ractrose on April 22, 2017 in Art, Poems

    The Impresario Part Twenty-Two   Pierre signs to his three companions, palm to palm Closes this L like a trap door shutting on A bird in hand…or tiger by the tail They know their roles The wax-man can grow no paler, but glowers and drops his jaw The Dauphin returns a thin, ironic […]

Gravity Hold the Moon

Posted by ractrose on April 20, 2017 in Art, Poems

  Gravity Hold the Moon   Gravity hold the moon Being that we haven’t drowned ourselves We haven’t known If the shift and sway of a fatter sea Would jolt the center Miscalculate our science And cast you free We fly away with our celestial tin cup To learn whether some other moon will have […]

Bon Marché: Second Wake

Posted by ractrose on April 16, 2017 in Art, Poems

placeholder The Folly Wake     Bon Marché   What makes a thing grow to a torment Not a thing, Wake tells himself. He has fallen prey The succubus has dealt him night for day. The Queen’s road constable falls in beside him. ‘Fine evening, sir.’ ‘How,’ says Wake, rigid, and refusing to eye him, […]

The Tick of a Second Hand

Posted by ractrose on April 14, 2017 in Art, Poems

My Titanic poem. Harry Widener, one of the victims, had purchased while abroad a 1598 edition of Francis Bacon’s essays. It was in his possession when he went down with the ship.     The Tick of a Second Hand   The landing gear came down And a long becalming slick Smothered the water in a […]

My Curious Reading: In and Out of Conservatism

Posted by ractrose on April 12, 2017 in Essays

My Curious Reading In and Out of Conservatism     Many, if not most, acts are prompted by their environment: pressured, permissive, insular, cooperative, anti-social, etc., and by the spirit of the times, whether or not the actor is fully conscious of this. I had been thinking of the Tylenol killer, of creating a parallel […]

The Impresario: an alphabet: (part twenty)

Posted by ractrose on April 8, 2017 in Art, Poems

  The Impresario Part Twenty   The hour demands chicanery But Pierre’s mood weighs low his spirit He perches on an oaken chest Fine-carved in fingered leaves, knobbed round With acorns…an uncomfortable seat In a house of placid comforts Too excellent withal for a humble man to contemplate With ease, this room, but if his […]