Formal and free verse lyric and narrative poems about 19th and 20th century writers, Roman history, gay writers, 19th and 20th century composers
Larry gives an overview of the book:
Keats in Hell
Sulphurous depths proved real, not just uncouth:
God was a monster after all. Goddamn.
Beauty was just the opposite of truth--
And Keats was still a virgin, thank you ma'am,
An unbeliever, sentenced thus to barf
His lungs eternally, just like back home.
That cap Fanny sewed, lined with her red scarf,
Transmuting now, scalded the cranial dome
With torrid iron . . . fever imploded, raged
Until his brain backfired on holy plots:
Its neurons fused to a neutron star which phaged
All agonies, and jetted forth not clots
Of mouthed blood but measured, violet sound
Too purged for heaven, too quick for underground.