Some statements elevate a man.
For instance, Kung Fu, circa years ago,
prescribed that rules must play like music --
and the notes on Yeshua watch him urge
(in a throw-off line) to be like babes.
William Tecumseh Sherman,
man to fight all war, pronounced that war is all hell.
And there's Qoheleth's 'all turn to dust again',
and then, and then, there's Nietzsche,
or S. Freud, or even Groucho Marx.
J.P. Sartre, in fictional despair,
saw the omens present, the encroachment
on the eve of World War Two
of the throb -- if you heed -- that causes the heart
to burst its dam, to flood it all.
Some prophet, just to be one up,
to get the last word in, from his webcast shouts
Give me a match to strike and I'll fire the world
and the crowds somewhere, with butane near the stage,
flare-up the hall, bring the curtain down.
Well done!!!
ReplyDeleteThis poem is on a long long leash and yet it all reels back in. I like the wide array of sources, the "throw-off" line, the burst dam in the middle of the fire and firing. And being reminded of Sartre's writing, it's so in contrast with his personal life (at least as Simone de Beauvoir told it).
ReplyDeleteA remarkable piece of writing, everything from ducks to soup. Very enjoyable...
ReplyDeleteTwords -- Sue --
ReplyDeleteThank you!
TFool
Kathy,
ReplyDeleteYou're very thoughtful and kind!
At some point Sartre was a hero, then not; a man of courage, then not.
As dense as his ideas get, his prose (even in translations that accommodate me) shines when he fictionalizes and goes close -- his detail work.
Late 30s Europe frightens me since it emblematizes an 'end'. I fear 'end'.
Trulyfool
Berowne,
ReplyDeleteOnce again, it's very good to be acknowledged by you, sir.
Trulyfool
Great write, TF...and cleverly wrapped with the last stanza and a one-up crazy prophet...
ReplyDeleteTess,
ReplyDeleteThanks, gal! Crazy are the times in time for the such a prophet of crazies.
Truly (fool)