Tonight’s featured poet is James Houlihan, a man I greatly admire not only because he is a very esteemed colleague at the school where I teach, not only because he was a very esteemed professor at the university I attended, not only because he’s a polyglot, but also because he’s brilliant as well as personable.
His author’s resumé is two pages long, but here are some of the highlights: numerous translations, essays, and individual poems in numerous different publications, and three books of poetry, which are Unified Field (Wooten Press, 1985), Driving Cabeza (Inleaf Press, 2000), and Thirty-One Superior Poems of our Time (Inleaf Press, 2004).
J’s Further Appearances
What can you say to me
When I came through the ice-blue window?
I came for beauty
Where did you think I came from?
That place I appeared and you answered
Is deserted now
Here it’s not metaphor, it’s moral
Every soul guides a chariot with two winged horses
It must be what appears is what I can understand
Condescended to by imagination
I must look like a dragonfly all right angles
Swallowing gnats above a bluish pool.
Why aren’t you listening?
Humans can’t see for very long
Suddenly there are lilies, but where lilies vanished
A misunderstood saint.