Category Archives: Art and words

The Second Coming by W.B. Yeats

“Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.”
William Butler Yeats

Painting by Adam Elsheimer, The Flight into Egypt.

The Birthday of the Infanta

‘But why will he not dance again?’ asked the Infanta, laughing.

‘Because his heart is broken,’ answered the Chamberlain.

And the Infanta frowned, and her dainty rose-leaf lips curled in pretty disdain. ‘For the future let those who come to play with me have no hearts,’ she cried, and she ran out into the garden.”
Oscar Wilde, The Birthday of the Infanta and Other Tales

Painting by Viktor Ivanovych Nizovtsev.

“What would you do if you could do anything?”

“What would you do if you could do anything?”

Create my own Republic of Imagination. I wanna write and write to turn the straw of my existence into the gold that can be lived on.
The strange story is bold and wild. But it unlooses the witch-ink that turns straw into tangible possibilities.

If wishes were horses, then beggars might ride.
If wishes were words, then beggars would be writers…
Aren’t we all?

Art by Marvin D. Cone.

I am delighted that some of my poems have been included in the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I. The anthology is available on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.

If …

“If we listened to our intellect we’d never have a love affair. We’d never have a friendship. We’d never go in business because we’d be cynical: “It’s gonna go wrong.” Or “She’s going to hurt me.” Or, “I’ve had a couple of bad love affairs, so therefore . . .” Well, that’s nonsense. You’re going to miss life. You’ve got to jump off the cliff all the time and build your wings on the way down.”
Ray Bradbury

Art by Jaroslaw Jasnikowski.

Correlate

“The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents… some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace and safety of a new Dark Age.”
H.P. Lovecraft

Art by Bill Mayer.

Melt- Iulia Halatz read by Jonathan O’Farrell

Me reciting Iulia’s glorious poem!
Recital on SoundCloud

https://misterkaki.blog/2018/08/31/melt-iulia-halatz-read-by-jonathan-ofarrell/
Thank you, Jonathan!

I have shared
land and sky
with you.
I have tasted
blood and honey.
My witch-oil turned
to dragon-fire
at your touch…

Soft fingers laid asleep
until your turmoil
woke them
for so long…

It feels like getting drunk
on old reddish wine
long softened
during times of
War
Equanimity
and
Comets.
What shall I pour in your glass?
Molten flowers
Golden ink
Lucid light
Unicorn mirth…

I dig your veins
for gold.
I find pure
bitter-sweet
amber nuggets.

I fear any story
whose ink
my words
can’t drink…
Yet I drip in yours
ever since.

When your arms call
and your lips
read all my feral kisses
How can there be no heaven?

© Iulia Halatz

I am delighted that this poem was included in the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I. The anthology is now available on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.