by Jack Ramey | May 15, 2015 | Jack Ramey, Poetry
[Poem] No rivers in China Return to the sea As once they did Throughout millennia Bringing tiny bits of mountains To form sand on the ocean floor. All rivers now are dammed. Valleys flooded; cycles destroyed. Ghosts of Wang Wei and Li Po weep. Art and poetry vanishes...
by Jack Ramey | May 12, 2015 | Art, Jack Ramey, plato, Poetry
[Poem] The last few bars of Mysticali Rose drifting down the street mixt with dust and rolling mesquite the beat lingering there in that corner where heat gathers itself up into a knot of tangled memories and squats in a heap of rags and print and sighs out loud for...
by Jack Ramey | May 1, 2015 | Jack Ramey, plato, Poetry
… [Poem] And when the thousand years are expired, Satan shall be loosed out of his prison, And shall go out and deceive the nations Which are in the four quarters of the earth, Gog and Magog, to gather them together to battle: The number of whom is as the sand...
by Jack Ramey | Apr 27, 2015 | Art, Jack Ramey, plato, Poetry
[Poem] XXVII Simonides of Keos inventor of the art of memory said that painting is silent poetry and poetry is painting that speaks. He knew the true poet’s wish: to make a poem whose images speak to so many people that its words live on forever. But forever is...
by Jack Ramey | Apr 25, 2015 | Jack Ramey, plato, Poetry
[Poem] Sometimes I want to be like Wang Wei or any other Chinese poet silent on a cold mountain top looking down on corrupt civilization and the brutality of all species struggling to live out their days feeding on others. Sometimes I want to be like Bruce Wayne with...
by Jack Ramey | Feb 16, 2015 | Jack Ramey, plato, Poetry
[Poem] After reading the morning news Such properties as these do make me funk. I shall go outside and become one with ducks, who must for now remain invisible, even though they seem indivisible from my poor twisted psyche today in a world full of...
