Philip Whelan – “Complaint: To the Muse”

April 10, 2010 at 2:00 pm (Poetry & Literature, The Beats)

You do understand I’ve waited long enough
There’s nobody else that interests me more than a minute
I’ve got no more ambition to shop around for poems or love
Come Back!
                    or at least answer your telephone
I’m nowhere without you

     This is the greatest possible drag
     Slower than the speed of light or always
     A little less than critical mass

     The energy the steam the poop is here
     Everything is (by Nature) Energy, I myself
     A natural thing & certainly massive enough

     A block of lead (the end of all radiation)
     I don’t even reflect much daylight, not to speak of
     glowing in the dark
     I’ll never get it off the ground

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This room is full of 1 fly & an alarmclock
It is uninhabitable _________________________________________________________________

If I wasn’t drunk & blowing wine-fumes & peanut breath in your face
Maybe you’d be nice to me.

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You do understand
I’d much rather listen, Lady
Than go on babbling this way, O rare gentle
& wise, it isn’t enough that your face, your body
Are uniquely beautiful—I must hear you tell me
                            about the weather
We might even quarrel if nothing else

You know the answer & don’t, won’t quit kidding me along
Hanging me up like Sir John Suckling
                          in a tag of lace or muslin

I can see right through all those veils
But you can run fast & I’ve got a bum knee

& you been a long time gone

Philip Whelan

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President Obama’s Weekly Address (April 10, 2010)

April 10, 2010 at 1:46 pm (Life & Politics)

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