Wednesday, January 14, 2009

High Road


Empathy sits on cinder blocks;
imagination lacks transmission.
Reliable greed starts its ingrates,
while a bench seat cradles
a rusted fly wheel.
In the rear view mirror,
compassion idled in jeans.


by Rich Murphy

1 comment:

The Bijou Poetry Review said...

Rich Murphy was born in Lynn, Massachusetts. Credits include a book of poems The Apple in the Monkey Tree by Codhill Press; chapbooks Great Grandfather by Pudding House Publications, Family Secret by Finishing Line Press, and Hunting and Pecking by Ahadada Press; poems in Rolling Stone, Poetry, Grand Street, The London Magazine, New Letters, Negative Capability, Segue, Big Bridge, Pemmican, foam:e, and Confrontation; and essays in Fulcrum, The International Journal of the Humanities, Journal of the Assembly for Expanded Perspectives on Learning, Reconfigurations: A Journal for Poetics Poetry / Literature and Culture, Fringe, Big Toe Review, and up-coming in Journal of Ecocriticism and Contemporary Poetry and Crisis anthology. Derek Walcott has remarked for the cover of my book The Apple in the Monkey Tree: "Mr. Murphy is a very careful craftsman in his work, a patient and testing intelligence, one of those writers who knows precisely what he wants his style to achieve. His poetry is quiet but packed, carefully wrought, not surrealistically wild, and its range not limited but deliberately narrow. It takes aim." I now teach writing at VCU.

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