An
occupation, a career
In
some sets
Truly
do, make the man
Apollonian
skylines
Contrast
the turbulent thrash
Within
the waves of Dionysian tides
Argots,
each, them all
Burnt
petals
Scattering
threads of sole
Seedlings
linger now
They
are strewn to sow,
Within some other soiled bed:
And hence, wherewithal corrodes calabash
While papyrus stains
That which
shall be penned
Regardless—
A blue book for the common
Cheaply proffered
Deeply resonating in
The karmic flesh Of
disillusioned kin
The
Hunters, they hunt
The
Farmer’s acreage wide
As
the Love’s
Play
promiscuity—in games of lust aside
In
the barns and cathedrals,
In
the fields unsowed
In
the trees above horizon lines
In
the alleys and sewers beneath
Born
unto a surname
Inflicted
with its toil
An
inheritance of talents—
You pray never to need
Centuries
ripple blistered deep
Freshly
painted eyes still see
The
same ills at folly,
Yet
play…has grown a conscious too
Those
men and children sleeping
Shivering
in their makeshifts
Relying
on the roving self-titled Samaritans,
To
bear alms
Instead
of spittle from gnashing teeth
All the while the maidens in stockings blue,
Prepare diligently
For the feasts their soirees expect them
to keep
This is an interesting one, Fred. I like the way it rambles about, well echoed in the physical structure, and the layers of colors and descriptions all seem to lead the brain a step further(or in my case, a step astray, probably ;_) ) I'm absolutely hung up in a god way on the calabash--the water container? that wherewithal--wealth? corrodes...but the preceding sentences from Argots to seedlings and the soiled bed--just aced it. The social picture and the pure images flow together. Enjoyed it very much.
ReplyDeletethe gap between the two is ever widening as evidenced with the small groups that are now making headaches for the ruling class here in the US...of course they control the police force so it wont last long...smiles.
ReplyDeleteTruly interesting look at the working class in many forms. Sometimes the job really does portray the man or woman. Spittle made me laugh, just from the word. Such a scene though it absurd. But that the rich tend to do, looking down on me and you, with many out of work, they still are nothing but a jerk. A sacred day you say, pfffft don't get an ego dVerse, he's only kidding about your way..haha
ReplyDeleteOh, this has so many lovely lines and images.
ReplyDeleteLove this part:
In the barns and cathedrals,
In the fields unsowed
In the trees above horizon lines
In the alleys and sewers beneath
Born unto a surname
Inflicted with its toil
An inheritance of talents—
You pray never to need
Centuries ripple blistered deep
Freshly painted eyes still see
The same ills at folly,
Yet play…has grown a conscious too
(And the spittle too.)
K.
..Those men and children sleeping
ReplyDeleteShivering in their makeshifts... think that's the line that touched me most.. in a way we all do, don't we..and the show must go on..so we put on our blue stockings and dance the show until we break..
I was just reading a piece of news about a boy in India who was beaten to death because he shared the same name of someone who was of a higher caste.
ReplyDelete"Born unto a surname
Inflicted with its toil
An inheritance of talents—
You pray never to need"
That would make life a worse torture on top of how it already is. It is a horror.
Wow, Fred. This very well may be my favorite piece from you yet. This has wicked flow, and and I love how you switched up the structure in the middle. Very intriguing and thought provoking. There is so much to like here, but perhaps my favorite line is "The karmic flesh Of disillusioned kin".
ReplyDeleteOh! I am the first...
ReplyDeletea starked realism...replete with mythic allusions
all are separate but the same (kin)
within an Apollonian superstructure & a Dionysian infrastructure.
great rhyme & Form here.
Enjoyed.
Sacred indeed Fred.
ReplyDeleteHey man always great to read you explorations and investigations into the realms of space and time (this suspension - as you - being the only way to defeat the evil machine) intellectual inserection and reclamation of self... its here because you make it so. Solid and interstingly scaped. Im pleased ive squeezed in some out of hours sculking. cheers fred.
This is really something, Fred. Too many excellent lines to quote. Love the teeth on this one.
ReplyDeleteThis took a second reading for me to start to hear it. Not sure it gets to where you want it to go, but it does promise an interesting and perhaps exciting ending.
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