Friday, March 4, 2011

A little De/composition

I bought the book "De/compositions" by W.D. Snodgrass (ISBN 1-55597-317-5) at a convention back in 2003.  I am glad I still have it after all I have been through and that I had the author sign it for me.  I have read many of the poems I had never read before and Snodgrass' de/compositions of these famous works.

Here is one of those de/compositions; a de/composed version of Musée des Beaux Arts by W. H. Auden

Musée des Mals Arts

How well they comprehended, the Old Masters,
The situation of Mankind's disasters,
Which come to pass while others eat and talk,
How when the old are reverently waiting 
For Jesus' birth, there must be children skating
Upon a pond beside a frozen wood - 
Children who thought the change might not be good.
Further, Old Masters always understood
That martyrdom and torture like as not
Take place in some ill-lighted, cluttered spot
Where beasts endure their troubles, try to ease
Their ills and quite ignore men's agonies.

In Brueghel's Icarus, all things turn away
From the catastrophe: The ploughman may
Have heard the splash and the forsaken cry
But didn't really care; the sun on high
Still lit those legs that fell into the green
Bay water while the ship that must have seen -
How strange!  a person plunging from the sky -
Needing to get someplace, sailed calmly by.

The original by W. H. Auden

Musée des Beaux Arts
About suffering they were never wrong,
The Old Masters; how well, they understood
Its human position; how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;
How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting
For the miraculous birth, there always must be
Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating
On a pond at the edge of the wood:
They never forgot
That even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course
Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot
Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer's horse
Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.

In Breughel's Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away
Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may
Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry,
But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone
As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green
Water; and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen
Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,
had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

An Ode To The New Age Ascended Masters

O' Wonderful, O' Joy
to sip on a galactic latte
and nibble on a steaming butter scone
as you tickle my arse with a feather
held aloft by a lemurian Faerie
riding an atlantean unicorn!

I feel myself ascending
higher, ever higher
entering the Fifth Dimension
my DNA spontaneously transforming into triple helix
in every cell of my body
becoming one with Ashtar

Chehala of the Olympics
and Shayla are revolving
all through my seventh chakra
knowing all is nothing
there is no right or wrong
just what feels good
in my gut

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Is It My Fault?

Is it my fault?
That you do not listen
That you make the wrong choices
Is that my fault?
That you sought to kill me
Or you ask the wrong questions
Is it really my fault?

Is it my fault?
That you would rather do nothing
That you prefer an illusion
Is that my fault?
That you think you know me better than I do
That you cling to stale interpretations of wisdom
Is it really my fault?

It is my fault?
That you celebrate my birthday from a previous lifetime
On the day someone else was was born
Is that my fault?
That you give each other presents
And often forget me on this holiday
Is it really my fault?

Is it my fault?
That you keep repeating the same lie
Because it made some sense, some time ago
Is that my fault?
That you are better at doubting than believing
Proficient at making excuses
Is it really my fault?

Is it my fault?
You are so hostile, sarcastic and defiant
Hold onto conclusions that suit your model
Is that my fault?
That you decided against me
When I told you time would run out
Is it really my fault?

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Three Armenian Pigs

Three Armenian Pigs, three Armenian pigs,
See how they run, see how they run,
Their father knew who killed O.J.'s wife,
They enhanced their looks with a surgeon's knife,
Did you ever see such a
glamorous life,
three Armenian pigs?

Monday, December 13, 2010

Lest I forget Caroline Cat Girl...

composed August 21, 2010

At last, I found Caroline Cat Girl
As striking as a necklace of fine pearl
I helped her when she lost her wallet
Just being friendly is what I would call it
Did she notice there was something about me?
That I drank coffee but not tea
She is beautifully mysterious these days
In her mysteriously beautiful ways
She comes into town once a while
She has the tell-tale wedge-mouth smile
She attracts so much attention
From the cat boys I will not mention
She pleases us like a flower in full bloom
Your boyfriend is in the same room!
She types feverishly on her laptop
I wonder what she can do with a lollipop
She talks to her family on her cellphone
Verily she will reap what she has sewn
Her wit can cut like a knife
She told him wolf pairs will mate for life
I can see her perky tits and firm butt
Want to eat her glazed doughnut
Caroline, you would break my life into pieces
Is that what you have planned for Jesus?

Well you should see Caroline Cat
She's so good looking when she stares at me like that
Well you should see her in bed
I know that I am not dead
Yes you should see Caroline Cat

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Get a dose of her in sandals and blouse
She knows the lion is nothing like a mouse
She's the kind of a girl
That makes your irises swirl
Yes you could say she was attractively built

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Sunday, December 12, 2010

From my tricorder...

composed on August 7, 2010
Infrared was cool
But Bluetooth has replaced it
Can you see me now?

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Heard This One Before?

from June 18, 2010

Jesus Krishna sat on a wall.
Jesus Krishna had a great fall.
And no one cared.