Poetry & Appreciations

From the beginning, if there was a beginning, this degenerate little town has become ever more degenerate… —Thomas Ligotti

In this sense the creation and catastrophe were one and the same. Our universe has been from the beginning, if indeed there was a beginning, one long journey into degeneration; an entropic swerve toward death, which if all signs are correct is accelerating us into oblivion and the scattering of dust in eternal night. This little section of my grotesquerie invites you to share the poetry of this darkness, to become one with the intimate erotic and scabrous art of ecstatic horror; come to know – if indeed knowing is the correct term, and be know by what is oldest in yourself; know the darkness and inhuman nullity at the core of your being is none other that the essence of this estrangement from the monstrosity of the universe of decay and rampant process; an endless voyage of disquieting abjectness that fills you with the graceless grace of terror’s beatitude.

Poems of the Darkness 

  1. In the absence of love…
  2. Bone Turned Stone
  3. Old Man in the Dark
  4. The Hoodoo Man
  5. A Dry Leaf in a Windy Land
  6. Countries of the Moon
  7. Death is not a Word
  8. “Duende” – After Lorca
  9. Honky Tonk Dreamer
  10. Midnight Carnival
  11. Reckless Nights and Days
  12. Postmodern Ennui
  13. The Mask of Death
  14. Troubling the Waters
  15. The Taming of the Minotaur
  16. A Death Song for Her Child
  17. Doubt The Butcher Came Today
  18. Old Men Sing The Delta Blues: Two Songs
  19. Scorpion Thoughts
  20. The Blue Devil in a Time Machine
  21. The Black Prince (Satire)
  22. Night Visitants
  23. Hawks & Love
  24. “My duende, come for me!”
  25.  Land of the Free
  26.  A Shore History of Insanity
  27. The Philosopher of one Leg
  28. Bodies & Languages
  29.  Night Duty
  30.  The Democratic Ghost Machine
  31. The Last Troubadour
  32. The Logics of Worlds
  33. Outside Utopia
  34.  Exit
  35. If My Skin Were Blue
  36. Graffiti Love
  37. Let The Dead Speak
  38. On First Seeing Courbet’s ‘L’Origine Du Monde Blonde’
  39. I Turn Away To Shadows
  40. Even As Night Comes
  41. The Lost Cause
  42. Where Have All The Maker’s Gone
  43. Subtraction

 Essays & Appreciations

 Thoughts on Poetry

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