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Obsidian Eagle's

Blasphemous Bazaar


META-Poems For A New Millennium

<br>META-Poems For A New Millennium<br><br>

The Flagship of Anti-Poetry — est. 2010





Power Clown

WARNING: This piece is a poetic play-by-play of Warner Bros. Joker and contains SPOILERS.

"In such a [carnivalesque] system the king is the clown. He is elected by all the people and is mocked by all the people. He is abused a beaten when the time of his reign is over, just as the carnival dummy of winter or of the dying year is mocked, beaten, torn to pieces, burned or drowned. They are 'gay monsters'. The clown was first disguised as a king, but once his reign ended his costume was changed, 'travestied', to turn once more into a clown. The abuse and thrashing are equivalent to a change of costume, to a metamorphosis. Abuse reveals the other, true face of the abused, it tears off his disguise and mask. It is the king's uncrowning.

Abuse is death, it is former youth transformed into old age, the living body turned into a corpse. It is the 'mirror of comedy' reflecting that which must die a historic death. But in this system death is followed by regeneration, by the new year, new youth, a new spring. Therefore, abuse is followed by praise; they are two aspects of one world, each with its own body." ~ Mikhail Bakhtin



Power Clown


Crying clown
Here comes another
Beat down

Broken and devastated
The norm is torn apart—

Today, smother your mother
Tomorrow, eat the rich
Then each other.

Upturned frown
Here comes the
Power Clown

Reborn an Archon of anarchy

Chaos reigns his dark carnival

The Fool is a King dressed in jest
Amid revolutionary protest!

Yet this would seem a ploy for Slavoj Žižek to foil

Or could our court Jester be a Lord from an outer reach of southwester?
Further Readings:




Rambling About Rabelais

``Here is a dimension in which thrashing and abuse are not a personal chastisement but are symbolic actions directed at something on a higher level, at the king. This is the popular-festive system of images, which is most clearly expressed in carnival (but, of course, not in carnival alone). In this dimension, as previously pointed out, the kitchen and the battle meet and cross each other in the image of the rent body. At the time of Rabelais these images were still alive and full of meaning in various forms of folk entertainments as well as in literature.`` | Mikhail Bakhtin



Rambling About Rabelais


He was breaking down the fourth wall well before they were even finished putting it up...

Arguably nobody else has ever equaled his grandiloquence; past plus present company included.

Polyglot and polymath — what isn't measured by your staff? Aye there is no doubt — we can all ways count on him for a good laugh!

Même si nous te entendu
Le monde n'a t'a jamais compris
(Excusez-moi mais Français est ma troisième langue)
Lingua Ovid autem quartus

These carnivalesque tall tales weren`t so much stories about their larger than life characters like Gargantua & Pantagruel—as the pages of these texts themselves were the ever sprawling unfurling and unraveling bodies of said gigantesque literary figures.

Equally the oft bucolic provincialism evinced by the changing accents in which his characters speak among one another offer us a stained glass window`s peek into Enlightenment Era France.

Furthermore, Francois was a pioneer in the field of potty humor. The body itself speaks in burps, farts, squealing innards, and other bodily functions such as excretion of feces or urination. Sexual congress was no less off the reservation in his contextual consideration.

So say a hooray for Rabelais, that prodigious eater of creamy cakes topped with fresh grapes! First Thelemite, he makes no mistakes. Thy abbey remains thirsty until True Will finally wakes and slakes the likes of us sullen under lunar lakes when the Earth herself suddenly quakes...
Image: Panurge Emerges ^^British Museum

Μέλαινα

Μέλαινα


You're a breath of fresh air


Breezing in au contraire


Same old places transformed


By the laughter we share



Comes to it cool and coy


Milady meets the real McCoy


Her stony exterior is stormed


But she don't fall for a decoy



There is none other so ostentatious


Nor with a body quite that bodacious


You move, evolve, play and outperform


These be true words—never mendacious



Daughter of Hades; blessed by Apollo

In no wise is this humble man hollow

Do you desire depth beyond the norm?

Then let's take tight hold and one another follow...

Ennui

Ennui


The one who'll love
Is not on this world
As far as these senses can tell.

Unless she lies under ashes
Or sits still with polar glaciers
Or stands at the gateway to hell.

She's such a dark stranger
Wearing Nibelung skin
And bearing the same scars as he.

Thundershowers pose no danger
To neither her nor her kin
Those of us forged in the depths of the sea.

If on this planet you are
Dearest twin-sister star
Will wait for you under full moon.

If beyond this planet you dwell
Oh handmaiden of Hel
Do hope to run into you soon...

Ethos, Logos, Pathos

“I subscribe to the law of contrary public opinion: if everyone thinks one thing, then I say bet the other way.” ~ Al Pacino as Ricky Roma in Glengarry Glen Ross[1992].

In the flames stood and view’d the armies drawn out in the sky,
Washington, Franklin, Paine, and Warren, Allen, Gates, and Lee,
And heard the voice of Albion’s Angel give the thunderous command;
His plagues, obedient to his voice, flew forth out of their clouds,
Falling upon America, as a storm to cut them off,
As a blight cuts the tender corn when it begins to appear.
Dark is the heaven above, and cold and hard the earth beneath:
And, as a plague-wind, fill’d with insects, cuts off man and beast,
And, as a sea o’erwhelms a land in the day of an earthquake,
Fury, rage, madness, in a wind swept through America;
And the red flames of Orc, that folded roaring, fierce, around
The angry shores; and the fierce rushing of th’ inhabitants together!
The citizens of New York close their books and lock their chests;
The mariners of Boston drop their anchors and unlade;
The scribe of Pennsylvania casts his pen upon the earth;
The builder of Virginia throws his hammer down in fear.

Then had America been lost, o’erwhelm’d by the Atlantic,
And Earth had lost another portion of the Infinite;
But all rush together in the night in wrath and raging fire.

~ from America, A Prophecy[1793] by William Blake.




Ethos, Logos, Pathos

-I-

What's in a name?
That of our Orange Emperor
Originates from the Latin Triumphus:

When Caesar returned to Rome
Having gone, and seen, then vanquished
There would be such a parade!


-II-

Sometimes what's unpopular
Ought to be expressed
Precisely because it is so.

Other times what's popular
Should be shunned
By all kindhearted folk.


-III-

July 4th 2019 CE
It rained in Washington DC
While a 6.4 magnitude quake hit California.

Street clashes broke out;
Red Communist Revolutionaries versus
Proud Boys fist-bumping The Boys in Blue.


~≈≋≈~

Just recall... "Pride comes before the fall."


Image: Title page of America, A Prophecy by William Blake [1793].

Urbane Combat

"For personal reasons, the Anti-Poet is a sniper. He fights for the same cause, but with a totally different technique. He does not declaim the soldier Poet, but supports him from afar, although his method may seem ambiguous." ~ Nicanor Parra (1914-2018)

* Author's Note: The proceeding is a poetic sequel to this previous piece > Trench Trap.



Urbane Combat


Pinned down

Between

Readerly Lane

And

Writerly Way.


Our assault

On The Base

Is stymied

By its Superstructure.


Rejection slips

Surefire as grenades

Render silent

Valiant voices.


The advance guard

Betrayed us

Mission Imperative updated

Æsthetic regrouping.


Got bookish agent

In the crosshairs

But rival choppers

From Major Publishers

Drop manuscripts overhead!

<b>⚕</b>

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