Firestone Feinberg : Writing

There Are and Now

There Are and Now

A Poem by Firestone Feinberg


I wrote this ina sort of 'meta-language' that I use now and then. Although it has philosophical and linguistic bases, it is also funny in ways Alway..
Then Let Us Have An Elegy

Then Let Us Have An Elegy

A Poem by Firestone Feinberg


b''h2/18/13Then let us have an elegyBefore our world be done --Play! Musician! -- eloquently --Last melody; tho' noneMay live to hear your final song ..
I Know Not What To Do With Praise

I Know Not What To Do With Praise

A Poem by Firestone Feinberg


Lately I have gotten too much praise for my poems. Please say nasty things. Do you want me to become a bubble? a balloon? or what --
I Know A Perfect Place To Hide

I Know A Perfect Place To Hide

A Poem by Firestone Feinberg


b’’h6/30/12I know a perfect place to hide --Where find you no one will --‘Tis neither down in valley wide --Nor high atop some hill...
The Poet Of Our Modern Time

The Poet Of Our Modern Time

A Poem by Firestone Feinberg


Many modern poets won't tolerate rhyme. I don't think that's wise. Rhyme and not-rhyme are needed -- to balance the sound of poetry. And rhyme is o..
Help Wanted: Proprietor Takes Vacation

Help Wanted: Proprietor Takes Vacation

A Poem by Firestone Feinberg


A ditty. I was in a lighthearted mood. No. not intoxicated.
Here then are Is and And

Here then are Is and And

A Poem by Firestone Feinberg


I sometimes write in another form of language. It uses English words, but it recognizes some physical and metaphysical realities which are either mis..
Yo

Yo

A Poem by Firestone Feinberg


b''h2/12/13YoI don’t knowWho you areOr if you areAnd if you arethen what canI say to youAll I know is thatI've wanted to write to youFor a long ..
The Boy of Words Who Never Had Spoken

The Boy of Words Who Never Had Spoken

A Poem by Firestone Feinberg


THE BOY OF WORDS WHO NEVER HAD SPOKENThe boy of words who never had spokenStood at the edge of a universe hurtAnd silently wept for dreams become curs..
Someone carrying up a

Someone carrying up a

A Poem by Firestone Feinberg


This is a description of my earliest memory. It is about my father carrying me up a flight of steps. We had come to Philadelphia to visit my grandpa..