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Happy Bloomsday! Plus New Poetry

Happy Bloomsday! Plus New Poetry

Nothing was as it seemed, when Van Gogh painted it. Roiling underneath the subject, flying above it, surrounding it, were his passions, his intensity, his flights into realms most of us could only guess at, if we can match him for moral imagination, or imagination period. With Van Gogh, a rose was not a rose was not a rose. Ray Succre writes poetry along these same lines, or conjunctions, or coincidences, with a mask or two thrown in for good…

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Two Poems by Ray Succre

Two Poems by Ray Succre

Flower Poetry When the flowers first escaped the row, having scattered their generatives in time with a good wind, I used poison to contain them.¬† All gardeners know you can only own beautiful things if you keep them in a square. These were hearty poison-eating flowers, I discovered. Soon, they made the grounds, even rooting in the concrete walk. Hurrah for wildness, hurray for its life, I thought, leaving them be. I remember too clearly the morning I witnessed the…

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