Jon Corelis was born in California and grew up in and around Chicago, where he earned a degree in Classical Languages and Literatures at the College of the University of Chicago. He later took a doctorate in Classics at Stanford, and taught Classics and Humanities at Stanford, the University of California, and the University of Minnesota. After a subsequent career as a software specialist in Silicon Valley, he moved to Northeastern Wisconsin.
His poetry, criticism, and reviews have been published in Poetry Greece (Corfu) , Tundra (Foster City, California) , Chapman (Edinburgh) , The Dark Horse (Ayrshire, Scotland and Hastings on Hudson, New York) , Acumen (Brixham, ... more »
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Jon Corelis Poems
Gender Studies “Man: an objective subject. Woman: a subjective object.
After a painting by William Buxton
1 Love has come at last, and such a love as I should be more shamed to hide than to reveal.
You've got to start out from wherever you are, to arrive at the end of the road which has led you to where you are now. Those island dreams, of the barebreasted virgins who sang with skulls at their feet, and the dangerous craft of the witch,
Now we must part, my sweet Ilona: I must leave for Barcelona,
Maria I want your bitter mouth Maria I want your breasts of dank loam your breasts of sullen ripeness your breasts of childbirth
In Fourteen Hundred and Ninety Two Columbus sailed the ocean blue. In Fourteen Hundred and Ninety Three
A million eggs
If a million chickens laid a million eggs, they'd jump up and down on their two million legs;
Bertran de Born: Youth and Age
from the Provençal I love to see the previous order turning, when the old leave all their property to youth:
It's the mirror you build by looking at it. It's the mechanics of the past. It's the sun considered as razor. It's the equation of desire.
When I saw my obituary in the paper this morning I went down to the indicated funeral home and found there only an open and empty coffin on a stand, no mourners, no flowers, no organ:
California spring at the end of the twentieth century: the sun is chill and warm like Chardonnay; from the news box windows in front of the Whole Foods Market headlines recount why people are blown to bits.
Over the rooftops
When night came I rose and dissolved through the wall of my flat and floated over the rooftops of the city, across the faintly luminous band of the horizon, and into the world where the sun dies. Forgetting myself I roamed forty days among pallid
About a bicycle
An old man rides a bicycle in the sun in California. He casts a shadow definite as death
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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“Man: an objective subject.
Woman: a subjective object.
which ought to be a straight path to its goals,
instead must vex
its way among a million shifting roles.
No matter: man’s resolution
is only braced by such illogic.
Man has a mightier magic:
which by defining each
thing it encounters, locks
it in his own conceptual box,
from which it takes on shape.
Nothing exists until man names it first,
making it a part
of what is ours, for knowing is a sort
of acquisition, in which we spend