February 8th, 2015 by admin
"Howl"A soul confronting primal chaos, the cosmos exponentially decrepitating until even walls begin melting and all structure ceases, one by one family and friends into the smirking unanimity of sheer darkness, casually into a typewriter slips a leaf and begins typing. Upon town and country thoughts drizzle, onto ravaged, leveled, cratered. How much silence can one keep before the onslaught of lobotomy and genocide, carnage of psyche after psyche. Ancient Job types, and like those who with the patriarch had debated and censured, does the society with "Howl", but likewise slowly they drift away, the electricity of the work sufficient reply - not for decades has such verse vivified the genre, engendering dumbstruck gratitude and deference.
HauntedWalking on sidewalk - eight, ten paces in front a gent towards tavern turns; as the door consumes, over his shoulder he, his face the etch of the haunted. Previously had I beheld such: the eyes of Apollinaire in photo, his temples swathed in bandage from shrapnel - while recovering would he coin "surreal", to convey the laying fields of World Conflagration One; within two years he is sod. Mind drifts to Baudelaire who minted "modernity", the Industrial Age having transmuted his nibbling doe and fawn into automatons of the assembly line. Need Author be haunted? Surely aesthetics does not require said ritualarium, say Shakespeare and Tolstoy, Whitman and Mallarme, emerging from hallowed tides.
SartreEnfant terrible, on his shoulders Atlas bearing this big marble - ours an uninhabited planet, a bucket with neither liquid nor well, a lost tribe, the homeless who through the cold stagger from minute to minute until in an alley, under a mattress, the last ember expires. Overcoat, beret, Le Monde, Gauloises, coffee - in an outdoor cafe he, the only to refuse the Nobel in Literature. I walked by, glanced, kept going. Jean-Paul, you who I have studied assiduously, were as many - alas, as I ! - shredded by the age.
New work by Joel Netsky: I was born in Philadelphia in 1946, and have always loved literature and writing. From 2008 to 2010 I owned and operated a used bookstore.
Previously published by Poetic Matrix Press - available on this website.
The Unequivocality of a Rose By Joel Netsky Cover Art by Patrick Fisher2006/07 Slim Volume Series Selection
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