by Jack Ramey | Jul 4, 2021 | Jack Ramey, plato, Poetry
Jack Ramey reads Freedom Day. We hold these truths to be self-evident: all white men who own property are created equal – this of course excludes black people and Indian people and women and poor white whiskey tangos who have no pot to piss in. Nonetheless, it is a...
by Jack Ramey | Jul 1, 2017 | Art, Jack Ramey, plato, Poetry
The skin that hangs from this skeleton is cloud stuff: tree limbs on a hilltop seen from a moving vehicle – ineluctable like foxfire in nightwind, vanishing within seconds after sight. The tegument between these bones feels right; tightened to keep me strung high and...
by Jack Ramey | Jan 12, 2017 | Jack Ramey, plato, Poetry
Look at the light beams pouring down from the sun:– slicing through morning fog and mist like a million surgeons’ carefully sharpened knives in a medieval cathedral of medicine, where patients wait patiently, supine on the mossy floor of love in the nave of, in...
by Jack Ramey | Aug 15, 2015 | Art, Jack Ramey, plato, Poetry
I The gods are far too literal minded : Ithmonike of Pellene pregnant for three entire years after imploring the god Asklepios at Epidaurus. You silly woman, he said upon her return, why did you not say you wanted to give birth? II Fingernail-clipping moon...
by Jack Ramey | May 30, 2015 | Jack Ramey, plato, Poetry
On cracked ancient krater painted red, men black- bearded wrestle, hoist spear and penis or recline in drapery drinking wine from shallow cups restating thus this vessel’s earthly purpose. Keats’ purple bubbles winking at the brim and yes they are all fixed in,...
by Jack Ramey | May 28, 2015 | Jack Ramey, plato, Poetry
The insubstantial beauty of smoke lilting upwards from an unseen stack on a clear winter morning, lifts the heart as briefly as it rises, and then fades away with the wind; attacks the senses with acute demand as sharp as battle lances brandished centuries ago in long...
