The Cafe Philos Poetry Prompt

The Café Philos Poetry Prompt For Them That Be Wild Things (April 11, 2019)

Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling all around
And snow in your hair
Now you’re smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there
— Joan Baez, Diamonds and Rust

Has there been a moment, time, person, event, etc. in your life that you thought and felt was so beautiful and fulfilling you would not have regretted dying after it?

Not that you would have wanted to have died, but that you would have had no regrets afterwards.

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The Café Philos Poetry Prompt For Them That Be Wild Things (March 31, 2019)

In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him
‘Til he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains.
— Paul Simon, The Boxer.
(About a 5 minute read)

 

Defiance.  I cannot think of defiance without thinking of The Boxer — and without, almost in the same breath, thinking of my mother.

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The Café Philos Poetry Prompt For Them That Be Wild Things (March 16, 2019)

Every heart
Every heart to love will come
But like a refugee

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in

— Leonard Cohen,  Anthem

Surely, had William Shakespeare the astonishing good fortune to have himself composed the lyrics to Leonard Cohen’s Anthem — in addition to all his other works — the world today would not merely be speaking of him as an “unsurpassed” poet of the English language, but it would be boldly claiming that he was eternally unsurpassable.

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THE CRITICS RESPOND! Aloyse Leblanc on Marysa Storm’s “Coffee Shop Dates”

THE CRITICS RESPONDBrothers!  Sisters! An alarm!  A warning! A Tragedy has struck!  Struck all the World!  All of us in the World of Blogging!

The Grand Fraud of Blogging American once more inflicts his impossible darkness upon our World.  His incomprehensible night! May demons possess his testicles for this one.  Only the demonic possession of his testicles can satisfy my just outrage, my fair and balanced thirst for revenge.

The Fraud, Paul Sunstone, has crapped a stinking poetry prompt in the pubic square that is our World.  Tragically, there has already been a response, an acceptance of Sunstone’s merde.

The precociously gifted young poet, Marysa Storm, author of The Four Stages of Poetry, in her innocent naïvité, has responded to this Sunstone’s execrable prompt with youthful charm and beauty.  The trust of youth!  The innocent trust of youth!  The tragedy of youth!

It is a work wholly and entirely undeserved by the Fraud.  Merely listen to this music while asking yourself, “What ever, even once, has the Grand Fraud of Bogging American, Paul Sunstone, done to have earned this music?”  The question has one and only one proper answer.  “The guillotine must be returned to its fair and just use.  We must send this Sunstone to his final judgment.”  Just listen!

“Interlocking our fingers on the table, I promise no matter the fight, I’ll hold your hand through the battle.”

“Conversation is effortless…a game-show host reading off a script…your laugh gives the winning answers.”

Read her words yourselves, my friends.  Read them here, at her blog, Marysa Writes. Then you must ask yourselves, ‘What has the Grand Fraud of Blogging American done that justly deserves such a response?”

Brothers! Sisters! See for yourselves the nature of this hideous beast!  This incomprehensible evil that now goes by the name of The Café Philos Poetry Prompt for Outlaw Boys and Girls — and Them that Will be Wild ThingsOnly then you will know why you must take to your streets!  Only then you will know why you must demand the return of the guillotine!

— Aloyse Leblanc, Le Critique Passionné de Blog, “La Tribune Linville”, Linville, France.