Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Caste Contrast


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

 It's another Tuesday and as seems to be the trend these past few weeks I've had periods of one thing or another come and hamper me. Anyhow, Tuesday has become a sacred day, a day for Poetry, therefore, try we must.

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11 comments:

  1. 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.

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  2. the 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.

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  3. Truly 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

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  4. Oh, this has so many lovely lines and images.

    Love 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.

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  5. ..Those men and children sleeping
    Shivering 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..

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  6. 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.

    "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.

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  7. 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".

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  8. Oh! I am the first...
    a 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.

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  9. Sacred indeed Fred.

    Hey 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.

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  10. This is really something, Fred. Too many excellent lines to quote. Love the teeth on this one.

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  11. This 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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