Biography of Stan Petrovich
Appearing in a mirage, I wandered the Arizona desert for forty years, always alone, always lost. The heat takes its toll on verbs, not adjectives. There are not two ways to approach dehydration; only one, the one with symbols. Petroglyphs in rock show the way to live without presumptuous glory.
Then, tired of the blistering sands, turning to my later years I longed for the sea. The green currents called. So leaving the Gila mirage-maker behind wound my way to Massachusetts, to watch the sea examine what it created, and to die.
Stan Petrovich Poems
Boneless beasts Whose life is no more Than a wabble in the succulence of plankton, Far below light,
Great Pyramid At Giza
First, I can only think Of the work, the strain, the backs, the bricks; But the Egyptians had good medicine, And it kept the workers going.
Statue Of Zeus
My Lord High-Thunderer, You are in a deep well now, Are you not? The mad Caligula, a man of shallow waters,
Ode To Conformity
Do as I do, not as I say; Find an effing way; Go beyond the stupid teacher; Be your own inner creature.
My brother and I were falsely Convicted for the rape and slaughter Of a 13-year-old girl; but we weren't There: we were shooting pool.
William S. Burroughs
After he scored & injected, he wrote t was like sighng in a warm bath. He was paranoid, being both priest and doctor.
He was a massive storm: He was never meant for the norm;
Someday there will be all-fire, Fire enveloping everything; And also someday there Will be a consuming chill,
Wilson, Wickford and Dunne Were gunslingers and lawmen With a remarkable thing in common: They all had half-brothers they needed to kill.
Would good graces allow My stiff head to bend, and Windward, though blowing less hard, Among the crags and sharpened stones,
In SETI Radio waves are the beacon Of hope. This is Anthropocentrism. Because
On The Death Of Albert Camus
At 200mph in the deserts of Algeria he and is companion fully grasped the true meaning of 'absurd.' They plowed headlong into a tree and were both killed
The Bursting Bladder
Can't hold it like I used to; The pee is a dominant force of Nature: (Emerson must have written about it someplace): In high school I could traverse dry terrain aplenty:
Dead Of The Day
The palo verde bugs screeching In some unseen green tree Near a dry wash The heat simmers the air at 112 degrees
Posted on March 11,2011 by pseudoprometheus
words formed before flowers–
the grumblings of thunder
the screeching lightning
eons of rain pouring
made the sonorous poetry of the earth;
bleakness of the plains defined the
sadness inherent in our thought;