Super Bowl LI
by Rudi E. Welec, “Abs”
“Tom Brady is the GOAT.”
In Houston, Texas, February 2017,
the Fifty-First played Super Bowl was aired on Fox TV.
More than 100,000,000 viewers watched parts of the game,
which joined the greatest comebacks in the Football Hall of Fame.
The very first of Super Bowls that went to overtime;
the records broken left a token of the sweet sublime;
from MVP Tom Brady to the running back James White,
and fans went #Gaga for the Lady’s drone delight.
New England’s Patriots stopped the Atlanta Falcons flight,
and Boston cheered another year, another well-fought fight.
Rudi E. Welec, “Abs,” is a poet and athlete. Although he did compete in races in high school, he thinks all of life is competition. Influenced by writers as diverse as Homer, Pindar, Cervantes, and Kipling, he likes a strong poetic line with muscle. “Bad” Weslie Ecru, never one to mince words, said of his nickname, “Abs stands for absent-minded asshole.”
by “Bad” Weslie Ecru
Young Ernest Hemingway grew up in Oak Park, Illinois,
and after high school in The Kansas City Star’s employ.
He drove an ambulance in World War I’s horrid drear,
receiving there a wound that sent him home within the year.
In Paris, as a foreign correspondent, he joined with
the Modernist lost generation, drunken, damned misfits.
He married, then divorced, off to the Spanish Civl War,
the journalist now kept his copy hot for some years more.
In World War II in London he met his fourth wife to be,
accompanying troops who hit the shores of Normandy.
He won the Pulitzer, and then the Nobel Prize, as well,
while two plane crashes left him injured and in mental hell.
He loved leaves floating yellow on the trout streams in the Fall,
and then, behind, in Ketchum, Idaho, he left it all.
“Bad” Weslie Ecru is a poet whose heart is near and dear to Chicago, a light shade of pale “Bad” Leroy Brown. Like Carl Sandburg, he is proud of Chicago, but he doesn’t think much of Poetry, the magazine located there, nor Norman Mailer’s prose. Literary critic Lew Icarus Bede, in a moment of pique, has called him “cantankerous,” whereas Cale Budweiser, more bluntly, has called him a “jackass jerk-off.”
Attack at Carrousel du Louvre
by Cews Baudelier
Right in the middle of Paree, at Carrousel du Louvre,
the man from Egypt, wiel)(ding two machetes, on the move,
cried out “allahu akbar,” as he then attacked police.
Two of the brave protectors there received some injuries.
The terrorist was shot then by the men that he attacked.
Francois Hollande commended the French soldiers for their act.
Their bravery has stopped a “terror that leaves little doubt.”
What was this vicious hate-crime that this terrorist let out?
With backpacks filled with spray paint and his mind filled up with shit,
just what did Reda al-Hamany want to mutilate?
Cews Baudelier is a poet about Paris, an intimate of U. Carew Delibes, Claude I. S. Weber, and Duc Blaise Were. Influenced by writers, such as Villon, Rabelais, Molière, and Voltaire, he is also fond of painting, and thinks the Louvre is the greatest visual blast on the planet.
The 3Dvarius When Played by Laurent Bernadac
by U. Carew Delibes
The 3-Dvarius designed by Laurent Bernadac
is an electric violin that seems a broken gat.
Icicle-like in clarity, echoic in its tone;
it seems a marlin skeleton that’s whittled down to bone.
It was created by some 30,000 layers of
successive plastic builds in 24-long-hour love.
He played like Jimi Hendrix, fingering those frosty frets,
Las Vegas, on his 7,000-euro instrument.
Though not a Strad, it’s kinda rad, if overhyped a bit,
in overdrive, and powered live, its pickup bridge a hit.
U. Carew Delibes is a music critic and poet enamoured of France, its art, its music, and its poetry. His intimate circle of friends include art critic Beau Ecs Wilder and poet Claude I. S. Weber. His influences include, inter alia, the Impressionists, Les Fauves, Romantic composers from Berlioz on, and the Parnassians, particularly Stéphane Mallarmé.