About

Phil Rockstroh  is a poet, lyricist and philosopher bard living in New York City.

Yet a bio amounts to dharma for dimwits: It defines a human being in the same manner and degree of veracity as a restaurant menu describes the various slabs of meat offered … commodified things that were once living beings.

A bio can never speak the native tongue of the breathing moment. Rilke taught us: The language of soul is a terrifying angel: it does not comfort – it decimates our daily concerns because its vocabulary consists of the eternal; it’s grammar and syntax connects the narrative of all things. It speaks: Star, Ocean, Storm. It does not say: “Good Boy: You’ve been so well behaved, so filled with dignity and decorum, so utterly appropriate for your age and era. Good boy. Now, here’s your reward: a life free of doubt and uncertainty. Are you feeling better now? Good – Now back to work.”

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