This project composes a sonnet from one line each of Shakespeare’s 154 sonnets. (whichever line speaks to me upon reading the sonnet) Sonnet Number (line number in that sonnet”text”) New Sonnet 1 (line 7 “Making a famine where abundance lies, “) To make a famine where abundance lies We need to disregard the way we live If no one ever starves then no one dies If no one asks, does anybody give? Abundant lies exist where people seem To be enamored by abundant words Where poetry is more than just a dream Where poets flit about like little birds They peck the ground where seeded words are spilt The poets think that they must peck to fly And so they peck and eat in abject guilt And then regurgitate before they die The metaphor of words as seeds proclaims That poets too are known by other names.
New Sonnets
February 5th, 2024Jesus
January 27th, 2024
Pandæmonium
January 14th, 2024They say that Pandæmonium’s design Was drawn by heaven’s architect as well A place that was approved by One Divine The place they call the capital of Hell From heaven cast, the demons found a place Where all created demons always dwell Then suddenly there seemed to be a race To what they call the capital of Hell If Pandæmonium begets blank time Or time becomes a god like me or you We see the Word become a goddamned Rhyme As if it all depends on order too Is all we need from life, a simple song? The place where Pandæmoniums belong.
Davy’s Goblin 30
December 19th, 2023
Around the Yule Log
November 16th, 2023
The Adoption of Caliban
October 7th, 2023What father leaves his child with a witch? By Setebos I curse the wretch to hell The wretch will from humanity unhitch The wretch becomes a story I must tell By Setebos we live before we die To live or die is often quite the same Each life is but the telling of a lie A lie which knows that truth is just a game Play on, play on, we’ll die in wretched time What father leaves his child with a witch? By Setebos you recognize the crime The players come and go; with you they switch With Sycorax the witch you had your fun Your Caliban exists in everyone.
Just a Sonneteer
September 24th, 2023A parody of “Just a Gigolo”
I’m just a sonneteer and everything I hear Little songs are words you’re buying Paid for every rhyme, sometimes just a dime Ooh, look at me cry There may come a time when words no longer rhyme What will they say about me? The last couplet you hear Makes me just a sonneteer Fourteen lines define me I’m just a sonneteer and everything I hear Make sonnettics songs for buying Paid for every rhyme, sometimes just a dime Ooh, iambic cry There may come a time when words no longer rhyme What will they say about me? The last couplet you hear Makes me just a sonneteer Fourteen lines define me. ‘cause I ain’t got no free verse No free verse poetry, no free verse No free verse poetry Iambs get so lonely Lonely iambs, lonely iambs Won’t some sweet quatrain come and take a chance or three? ‘Cause meter ain’t bad
Madam Figs Gala
September 8th, 2023
Witch
September 7th, 2023
Taco Simplicity
September 7th, 2023
As simple as a taco," people say When speaking of dichotomies of life The spices of this sentence tend to stay In simple flavors filled with ease and strife The taco, a philosophy you eat Just look at the simplicity at hand It's folded in the middle, filled with meat You'll find them fresh at any taco stand And while the taco has a complex taste It's simply filled with all you hope to find In simple food too good to share or waste Unless of course you've simply lost your mind! A life that's lived like this is here to stay "As simple as a taco," so they say.