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Spinozablue welcomes the fine Haiku of Virginie Colline, and the poetic works of Dan Corjescu and Neil Ellmann.


The Cemetery of Humility

As long as we are alive, nothing is complete. We define this or that aspect of art, music, religion, life itself, and we kill it. In some way, small to great. Yes, poetry can lift art; art poetry. But neither can define or limit or stifle the other. There is always more. Much more. And the best critics know this. The most attentive, aware, tuned-in admirers of all the arts know this.

Nothing is written in stone, literally and metaphorically.…

Dan Corjescu: Three Poems

Lost Brother
Once I called you “brother”
and this stayed for a long time
But your strong legs
lay like broken brass logs
awkward upon the asphalt
A rusty hatchet
buried deep in the old heart
of another

The 5th
It is said that I should unsay you
that I deny the movements
just so
to wrap up a whole modern city
in an unread newspaper
and love
watch it
leave it
contort down
the long black sleeve of 5th avenue

I don’t know if I could uncertain myself
to your exasperating sense of
you hold all the black petals
red palms of night

Copyright© 2012, by Dan Corjescu.…

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