The Saturday Night Special: “Faust” by Phil Slattery

I have been negligent over the last few weeks regarding posting the Saturday Night Special as I like to do. Tonight, I would like to resurrect it, if only for the night, with one of my own creations: the poem "Faust". This is one of the first works, poem or fiction, that I ever wrote. … Continue reading The Saturday Night Special: “Faust” by Phil Slattery

The Saturday Night Special: “Annabel Lee” by Edgar Allan Poe (1849)

It was many and many a year ago,    In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know    By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought    Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, … Continue reading The Saturday Night Special: “Annabel Lee” by Edgar Allan Poe (1849)

Update: October 9, 2019, Second Edition Planning for Nocturne

I worked on my novel Shadows and Stars for some time this evening and added around  2,000 words. I brought some things together and worked on eliminating inconsistencies. Then while I was watching a re-run of an episodes of Breaking Bad's third season and simultaneously, my lower back seized up causing great pain. I took … Continue reading Update: October 9, 2019, Second Edition Planning for Nocturne

Podcast: My Interview on KSJE radio (90.9FM) with Traci Hales-Vass on Nocturne… and more

For those of you who have not heard it, here is a link to my interview with Traci Hales-Vass for Farmington (NM) public radio KSJE 90.9 FM, which aired on September 18, 2019. The topic was my poetry collection Nocturne: Poems of Love, Distance, and the Night, a callous and disinterested lover.  Many heartfelt thanks to Traci … Continue reading Podcast: My Interview on KSJE radio (90.9FM) with Traci Hales-Vass on Nocturne… and more

The Saturday Night Special: “Red is the Color of Blood” by Conrad Aiken (1918)

RED is the color of blood, and I will seek it: I have sought it in the grass. It is the color of steep sun seen through eyelids.   It is hidden under the suave flesh of women-- Flows there, quietly flows. It mounts from the heart to the temples, the singing mouth-- As cold … Continue reading The Saturday Night Special: “Red is the Color of Blood” by Conrad Aiken (1918)

“Nocturne: Poems of Love, Distance, and the Night…” is Available on Amazon Kindle

“Nocturne: Poems of Love, Distance, and the Night…” is Available on Amazon Kindle https://philslattery.wordpress.com/2019/04/03/nocturne-poems-of-love-distance-and-the-night-is-available-on-amazon-kindle-8/ — Read on philslattery.wordpress.com/2019/04/03/nocturne-poems-of-love-distance-and-the-night-is-available-on-amazon-kindle-8/

“La Belle Dame Sans Merci” by John Keats

Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the lake, And no birds sing. Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, So haggard and so woe-begone? The squirrel's granary is full, And the harvest's done. I see a lily on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever-dew, And on … Continue reading “La Belle Dame Sans Merci” by John Keats

“Tithonus” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath, And after many a summer dies the swan. Me only cruel immortality Consumes; I wither slowly in thine arms, Here at the quiet limit of the world, A white-hair'd shadow … Continue reading “Tithonus” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Poem: “Come with Me, My Love”

This is a poem I wrote in the late 80's to early 90's, most likely some time between 1988 and 1991, when I was living in Alexandria, Virginia, dating around and frequenting the bars in Old Town Alexandria.  I don't recall the circumstances under which I wrote this, just the feeling of these being the … Continue reading Poem: “Come with Me, My Love”

Poem: “Come with Me, My Love”

This is a poem I wrote in the late 80's to early 90's, most likely some time between 1988 and 1991, when I was living in Alexandria, Virginia, dating around and frequenting the bars in Old Town Alexandria.  I don't recall the circumstances under which I wrote this, just the feeling of these being the … Continue reading Poem: “Come with Me, My Love”

Poem: “Come with Me, My Love”

This is a poem I wrote in the late 80's to early 90's, most likely some time between 1988 and 1991, when I was living in Alexandria, Virginia, dating around and frequenting the bars in Old Town Alexandria.  I don't recall the circumstances under which I wrote this, just the feeling of these being the … Continue reading Poem: “Come with Me, My Love”

“Her Strong Enchantments Failing” by A.E. Housman

Her strong enchantments failing, Her towers of fear in wreck, Her limbecks dried of poisons And the knife at her neck, The Queen of air and darkness Begins to shrill and cry, "O young man, O my slayer, To-morrow you shall die." O Queen of air and darkness, I think 'tis truth you say, And … Continue reading “Her Strong Enchantments Failing” by A.E. Housman

A Short Analysis of Dylan Thomas’s ‘Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night’

Powerful reading:  A reading of a classic poem ‘Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night’ is probably the best-known villanelle in English poetry. If you’re not sure what a villanelle is, don’t worry – it’s not importan… Source: A Short Analysis of Dylan Thomas’s ‘Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night’

‘I am the master of my fate’: A Short Analysis of William Ernest Henley’s ‘Invictus’

A summary of a classic poem ‘Invictus’ is a famous poem, even to those who haven’t heard of it. This is because, although the title ‘Invictus’ may mean little to some (other than, perhaps, as the t… Source: 'I am the master of my fate': A Short Analysis of William Ernest Henley’s ‘Invictus’

A Flash to the Past: “The Listeners” by Walter de la Mare (1912)

'Is there anybody there?' said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the silence champed the grasses Of the forest's ferny floor: And a bird flew up out of the turret, Above the Traveller's head And he smote upon the door again a second time; 'Is there anybody there?' he said. … Continue reading A Flash to the Past: “The Listeners” by Walter de la Mare (1912)