https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/category-1788-week-of-nbsp-10-11-10 en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Wed, 10 Jun 2026 20:54:32 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12594-the-romantics https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12594-the-romantics     In spite of all the pretty words that make your knees go weak, And similes about your eyes and oceans, stars or jewels, Remember, as that ruby blush brings blossoms to your cheek, The poet doesn’t mean those things, my love, they’re only tools. The poet is a sneaky sort who serenades the page, To shape its pale virginity into his lover’s form, And once begun, his pen is not about to disengage From frenzied strokes of passion in his literary storm. This flaccid nerd by words becomes your troubadourish knight, His girth recedes, his hair grows thick, he’s dash and derring-do, And you, his gentle sonnet queen, have spurred his soul to write Of what he’d do if only he weren’t terrified of you. In fairyland built high upon the strata of cliché The poet spins his lyric lies to you, his chosen lay. ... more Leanne Hanson A Slap on the Wrist Wed, 20 Oct 2010 06:27:25 GMT /section-659-a-slap-on-the-wrist#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12594 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12594 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12594 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12593-volley-d-and-thunder-d https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12593-volley-d-and-thunder-d “Never trust a poet.”  That’s what Daddy said to me, when I was knock-kneed in the factory and knocked up on the floor while the whiff of something more drowned in Brut and milky tea.   Lord Tennyson was late again and half a league behind me so he missed the mouth of hell I described so bloody well after waiting in the mill for him to find me ... more Leanne Hanson Awaiting Sentence Tue, 12 Oct 2010 06:24:35 GMT /section-657-awaiting-sentence#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12593 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12593 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12593 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12592-logos https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12592-logos In this new mythology, grace is bound here in god’s pocketbook pasture like the unknown soldier sinks into stone.  There are echoes that have forgotten the first shout, but bounce across entropy in ever-diminishing consequence.  And there is flesh. It oozes across the skeleton with vile consumption, swallowing souls and storing them belly-ward to await the acid of time.  They settle with the stones of cherries long since picked, made smooth by abrasive virtue.  Carbon-anchored, it is their dream to suffocate. Men grey to oblivion while their tongues taste black and white.  Housed under stone, words are sentenced and execute themselves.  In the cloth of theatre, the puppets are oblivious to strings and dance on… dance on… There are no curtains here, only blinds. ... more Leanne Hanson Awaiting Sentence Tue, 12 Oct 2010 06:23:25 GMT /section-657-awaiting-sentence#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12592 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12592 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12592 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12591-got-it-good https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12591-got-it-good   When spring came that year, we joined hands in a ring-a-rosy dervish;  I giggling, you wondering how. I only notice now, from your kodak blush, that the push of the crowd made you cower as you thrust your pigtailed prettiness before you like Maccabee’s shield.   We played pat-a-cake in the summer, cross-legged on concrete like beggars. You envied me my knees free of daubings of mercurochrome, ... more Leanne Hanson Awaiting Sentence Tue, 12 Oct 2010 06:22:03 GMT /section-657-awaiting-sentence#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12591 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12591 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12591 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12590-the-trials-of-post-modernity-when-you-re-really-not-that-interested https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12590-the-trials-of-post-modernity-when-you-re-really-not-that-interested I tried to deconstruct a bloody sonnet to get da dum da dum out of my head I made a sandwich, put some pickles on it and listened to a bit of Grateful Dead…   I don’t think I will meet the ultimatum to break it down or quit this forum abuse I’ll take these female endings, alternate ‘em with plain old male and see what they produce.   Well look, it seems this sonnet’s half a ballad ... more Leanne Hanson A Slap on the Wrist Tue, 12 Oct 2010 06:20:45 GMT /section-659-a-slap-on-the-wrist#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12590 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12590 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12590 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12589-sex-stain https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12589-sex-stain No funk in poetry these days, no rhyme to spare the time, to shape the world in form or free, just prose, to watch as we die.  Verse, if I could break your back and with these words rebuild that stanza lone, you’d feel your feet were dancing to some dark uncommon beat I met a poet once, said he was beat and smoky folk wrapped round him for his rhyme but gasoline encased his naked feet and lunch exploded softly on his form of non-conformist storage of the words that scattered like the scriptures INRI verse ... more Leanne Hanson A Slap on the Wrist Tue, 12 Oct 2010 06:19:15 GMT /section-659-a-slap-on-the-wrist#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12589 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12589 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12589