Archive for March, 2021

You Embarrass the Roses

Posted in poetry on March 22, 2021 by Jarrod Boyle

You embarrass the roses

I see them leaning together, whispering, looking,

Murmuring in spiteful, jealous consensus

As you pass by

The authority of your stride moving through your skirt

with the subtlety of a breeze

You’re wearing your Mona Lisa smile

And I know

That the secret that fills the vortex

at their centre is darkness, emptiness –

Their petals shamefully shroud this painful secret

Until time undoes the strings of their bodice

and they are dissolute

The roses know

That your eyes, your centre, is filled with liquid electricity

that is ever lustrous

That liquidity, that electricity

Is the current that animates your animal grace

So potent that, at forty-four,

It’s begun to scorch the filaments of your jet-black hair

And the roses know I ache for you,

and they also know

that your light

and my ache

are the same.

Flannery O’Connor Hates You

Posted in Observation, Pretensions toward cultural theory with tags , , , , , , on March 20, 2021 by Jarrod Boyle

I’d never read Flannery O’Connor until lockdown. I’d seen her listed as one of the outstanding writers of the twentieth century, specifically in terms of her short stories. I had time on my hands, so I bought her collected works.

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