Voici les temps des assassinsA Poem by Jeremy BakerDeath is a flamboyant raconteur, isn’t he? With an arsenal of anecdotes, told with panache, glorified in the telling, yet the parable is still perhaps just a contaminated, transitory memory. It must take considerable acumen to recount such epic tales, parables of zeitgeist, with such élan. The lacuna between reality and remembrance, (which gapes before me as a chasm) camouflages chaos. Within the shadows, the realm of the mystical, time is temporary, imaginary, but it waits for each man. In the interim: life, and any manner of demise, a choice dessert. His stories have a luminous sheen, from the polishing of the dull allegory into a brilliant, radiant boast: I have killed, and will kill again; No glory to be had for you and I. Death is a lying b*****d; always was. Soulful or soulless - at least Hedda Gabler tried to die beautifully. Voici les temps des assassins. © 2011 Jeremy BakerFeatured Review
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Added on September 19, 2011Last Updated on September 20, 2011 AuthorJeremy BakerBusselton, South West, AustraliaAboutI'm a former English & Literature teacher who has always enjoyed the magic, power and simple romance of words well written. My favourite writers include Pablo Neruda, Liam O'Flaherty, Anthony Eaton.. more..Writing
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