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Warren Falcón
Warren Falcón New York, NY / United States, Male, 68
Profession :
Jungian-oriented counselor
Education :
Masters in Counseling
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Warren Falcón's last comments on poems and poets

  • POEM: Minimus Flees by Warren Falcon (4/16/2019 11:14:00 AM)

    Right! Instead of Maximus (Charles Olson's ongoing project tho he's dead these many years) I am Minimus (f'real) , autobiographical account(s) with very few discounts. Olson was a master wordster and his shapely tongue and mind spake and thus poetry in a very American tongue.

  • POEM: Ellipses For The Newly Dead Come To Ground by Warren Falcon (7/26/2018 11:11:00 PM)

    What's the intent of yer comment? does it serve me or others or yerself? U gave opinion. So what? Feel better now 4 yer terse indication of what U value N a poem? I read yer poetry 2 see if there's anything other than conventional styles 2 learn. Not much. We both revere somesame poets; I honor that. Personal diary is N yer poems 2 that R like journalism. Reporting & flora don't make poetry.

    The indulgent fields of the Lord R radically open & allowing.

  • POEM: Autumn Haiku by Warren Falcon (5/11/2018 10:29:00 PM)

    This Engku=English + Japanese haiku form = Eng-ku came N my youth living in an old cabin, antique sewing machine rusting/meditating on the porch, Fall radiantly gold. Then studying Zen&Japanese poetic forms, eating Basho, I wrote from the porch wistfully 4 self&trees,4 inexorable life, its phases, to old age & dying = the machine's purpose fulfilled, at the porch edge, wistful 2 - the haiku arrived. Now my threads R thinning but gold is gold& I am old.

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