NEUROTIC LAW OF POETRY

Thanks thespic for another muse anew,

Filliping my soul with the spirit of a song,

To chant for the young world in these pepperish letters,

before my callous  eyes on the skull of  historical future

on my pykitonic   torso of I another African pykin,

as I finish my coffin for the cadaver of poetry

that the law of poetry is a distorting neurosis,

neurotic abnormality its baseboard of time

giving classical  balance for wondrous poetry.

 

Compensatory motivation a charm of its seed,

Taking dear eyes from the skull of Demodocos

Leaving songfull mouth his legacy for humanity,

Warped physique not short of history,

Teaching the world to drink in full pyrene spring

As hunchbacked dwarfism of Alexander Pope

was not in any sense  dwarfism  of his poetry,

nor club foot of Byron in bondage to Maugham

Byronic heroism to Europe of yester times,

That sired Proust, the Jewish neurotic

And Keats the most dwarfish and Wolfe the tallest

Of man and woman to the cultural matrix

Of Europe, the mother of art, poetry and synaethesia,

 

From which was born Pushkin that took poetry

Out of his nymphomaniac heart, to the solace of czars,

And Shakespeare the dear thief, luckily converted

Childhood kleptomania into royal theatre of King Lear,

The parallel of four brothers from the house of Karamazov,

Their father; impecunious penny penchant muzhik

In the name of Fydor epileptic Dostoyevsky.

 

A lull of the time to escape from world of rent and tax,

Gripped nerves of the duo to a new realm of art

wherein sensuous glory from opium and Indian hemp

propelled the souls of  Coleridge and De Quincey

to grandiose highness of poetry in the dreams of opium,

bordering on the  teutonic greatness of  ritualistic breed,

poetry that transcended from rotten apples  in the writing desk

of Fredriech von schiller the begotten son of Germany,

writing under the arms of Balzac dressed in monkey clobus,

that along with Milton in the lost paradise, gave him swaddles

only when the poetic vein of Milton flowed happily from nothing,

but from the ritualized autumnal equinox to the spiritual vernal,

as Coleridge was in full recondite  of marquetry,mosaic and miracles,

the miraculous white male sheep, the white ram of Wole Soyinka,

that he gave as a gift to Achebe at the last anniversary, evil decoy

that become a car which deathly crushed Chinua Achebe

down to demise in the catacombs for the law of poetry

as abnormal human  neurosis an equation of perfect art.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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