Once i gave my name to the police as "Arthur C. Clarce" (note the third 'C'); duly documented in the Yippie anthology Blacklisted News.


"The poet's role is not to oppose evil, but to imagine it..." --Robert Duncan to Denise Levertov, 1971


    "Names of the Dead"

Locrian rain condom;
the mistletoe that hadn't sworn.

Pumpkin spice granola
plus coffee-flavored yogurt.

This subterranean light.
This war-eclipse of our reason.


"It was the writtenness of the epigram, as its essential feature, that for centuries confined it to the ranks of the minor arts, to the category of the decorative and the trivial." --Kathryn J Gutzwiller, Poetic Garlands (1998)


    "LVSTRVM"

Five years now the hobgoblin
fails to heel at our power.
Through the chull a lone pilgrim
goes in search of Nineveh.



"Your fighting spirit destroyed you in battle, Proarchus, and you by dying
cast the house of your father Phidias into black grief.
But the stone above you sings this lovely song,
that you died fighting for your countryland."

--Anyte of Tegea, op cit