Tag Archives: poetry

At the Metropolitan Gallery

98 words

I.
What will they say of us,
those who soon will come after
we lie dead in our pus,

our decadent bad art
that evokes a cuckold’s laughter? Read more …

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Good night, Marcus. Blow out the light
and close your book. Where Ursa runs
the stars’ alarm now fills the night.
Heaven speaks to us in tongues,
a barbarian’s fear-stricken shriek
your Latin cannot understand.
Eternal terror, dark and bleak,
reigns over our frail mortal land. Read more …

Published: August 7, 2017 | Posted in North American New Right | Also tagged Leo Yankevich, Marcus Aurelius, North American New Right, poems | Comments closed

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Two Poems

Travis Robert Alvin

123 words

The Goal is a Blown Candle

Nothing
shields us,
nothing steals
from the blade
that we face.

Back to the Future

Leo Yankevich

90 words

Let us go to the station
to marvel at the marble
sprayed with graffiti.

Let us take a ghost train,
jump cargos to Chicago,
with shiny fin-tailed cars.

Ex Nihilo Nihil Fit

Juleigh Howard-Hobson

91 words

Ninety per cent of men (and women) are both lazy and cowardly, and out of sheer moral and intellectual apathy they behave just as circumstances suggest.

—Savitri Devi

There is nothing quite so regrettable
As a life lived unchallenged by itself–
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Published: July 20, 2017 | Posted in North American New Right, poetry | Also tagged Juleigh Howard-Hobson, North American New Right, originals, Savitri Devi, sense of life | Comments closed

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Wardrobe Restoration

Leo Yankevich

99 words

The art nouveau oak moulding, chipped and cracked,
barely hanging from a rusty nail,
begs restoration. Klimt’s young maids untacked,
1910 doors, the flailing clothing rail,

fin de siècle mirror, long have lacked
a master’s living hand. In the hot stale
air of the cluttered loft its owner packed
and fled, dust lies decades deep in a pail. Read more …

Published: July 19, 2017 | Posted in North American New Right, poetry | Also tagged Leo Yankevich, North American New Right, poems | Comments closed

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Remembering William Butler Yeats:
June 13, 1865–January 28, 1939

Greg Johnson

162 words

William Butler Yeats, the Irish poet, playwright, and politician, was born on this day in 1865. One of the greatest literary figures of the 20th century, Yeats’ life and work straddle the great divide between Romanticism and Modernism. He received the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1923.

In life and in art, Yeats rejected modern rationalism, materialism, and egalitarianism. He saw them as coarsening and brutalizing.

We Must Go On: Three Poems

Juleigh Howard-Hobson

375 words

Tony Blair with Corporal Gordon Pritchard (far right) of the Royal Scots Dragoons in Basra, Iraq. This photo was taken a month before Pritchard, a father of three, was killed in action.

Rupert Brooke’s “The Soldier,” Updated for Modern Use

Now that I’m dead, think only this of me:
At least one corner of an English field
will be forever England. There shall be
in that small plot a deeper plot concealed;
a plot which England fell for unaware: Read more …

Published: May 16, 2017 | Posted in North American New Right | Also tagged Juleigh Howard-Hobson, Lebensborn, North American New Right, originals, Rupert Brooke | Comments closed

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Three Short Readings on the Jewish Mind

Hubert Collins

808 words

One of the problems with getting interested in Jews is that they are, well, verbose. Digging into primary texts can become a sandtrap for spare time. Marcel Proust is notoriously dense, Ayn Rand is unending, Bill Kristol is incredibly repetitive, Philip Roth absurdly prolific, and so on. Really plumbing the Jewish mind through their own fiction is, quite frankly, a timesuck. Read more …

Published: May 4, 2017 | Posted in North American New Right | Also tagged Allen Ginsberg, fiction, Hubert Collins, Jews in America, Jews in literature, Kathy Acker, North American New Right, originals, Saul Bellow | Comments closed

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A Funeral Scene

Louis Lalande

64 words

The bell is tolling!
Crows swarm like flies on a carcass,
wings thumping the heavy air,
thump, thump, thud, thud,
the drum of death is sounding there! Read more …