Rodomontade

Rodomontade

A Poem by AG
"

Forgive the potentially offensive tone and message of the metaphors, fellow poets.

"

Pardon this soliloquy

As much as we mourn

 

For your lack of craft.

 

Allow our caste

 

To rant,

 

Preach,

 

Castigate

 

As you've let us endlessly

 

In the past.

 

Adhere like a remora!

 

For this is absolute.

 

No, I am absolute.

 

I am a poet.

 

 

 

 


Be my guest to listen

 

As I monologize

 

My cryptographic version

 

Of your reality

 

That you shall ensconce

 

Within your toothed chambers

 

And swallow with convincement

 

Like a placebo.

 

Let me feed you

 

With grandiose verbiages

 

Such as..

 

Adiathermancy,

 

Satyriasis,

 

Anhedonia,

 

or Love

To excite your existence

 

And amplify your aphasia.

 

You shant understand

 

Like I myself would not

 

But you'll thank me

 

For teaching you

 

A thing or two

 

About something uncertain

 

Nonetheless,

 

Something

 

For certain

 

Since...

 

I am a poet.

 

 

 

 

 

My bombast

 

Not my fashions or my face.

 

You remember them more than anything

 

As we pass each other on the streets

 

You'll say "Hello!"

 

I'll say  "Bonjour!".

 

Off to the market

 

Like some commoner

 

Whilst I ride gallantly on my steed

 

White no less

 

To slay yet another beast in the woods.

 

I bleed with bravado

 

While you beseach,

 

Instead of besiege,

 

All of its pretense.

 

You gaze with awe

 

At how artful

 

My phraseologic convolutions are.

 

'Til ad nauseam

 

And belatedly wonder

 

What it all meant.

 

Christ without the persecution.

 

I am a poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Billet-doux for a love letter,

 

Apotheisis for glorification,

 

Tuh-mah-toh for tuh-mey-toh.

 

Why must we be adroit at this?

Simply because

Everything's sweeter to the ears

In Français,

In Latin,

Or in gibberish.

 

And we should adumbrate

 

This little habit,

 

Indulge in its pulchritude

Because..

 

I am a poet.

 

 

 

 

I paint you

Picturesque landscapes

Immortalized on frayed canvasses.

My linguiform paintbrush.

It confounds you.

I make art, yes.

But for ostentation.

Inspiration is merely odds and ends.

 

Like Van Gogh would utilize shades

 

To buy his daily bread.

 

Survival through self-worth.

 

Explicit through the implicit.

 

These lies that you smoke like cigarettes

 

Allegorical morphine

 

For you temporary relief.

 

While we plagiarize the thesaurus

And you take it as champagne

It's remarkable how we both win

And rot so tenderly at the same time.

I am the answer to world peace!

Simply genius.

I am a poet.

The greatest that ever lived!

 

 

© 2011 AG


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Ah, but the pity is that poor Vincent could not have survived on the meager sales of his dark paintings without financial support from his brother Theo. He did not readily accept impressionism but at last gave in and began focusing on pointille' or pointilism. He began losing his mind (probably from alcohol abuse, syphylitic insanity, and other mental illness) about the same time he began producing what are now his most famous works of art. This was about the time he moved into the "yellow house" as well. One of the paintings painted for the yellow house is entitled The Poet; of Belgian painter Eugene Boch. I have a nephew who is a painter and in meetings among the artistic gatherings of his friends, I am often questioned if I am an artist. There are musicians, sculptors, visual artists (his girlfriend is a dollmaker) and various painting tecniques represented at these gatherings. I reply that I am a poet and usually they fall down and worship at my feet. lol This was humorous, mock pedantic and mock bourgeois in a self-deprecating mix like Cyrano de Bergerac making sport of his own nose in the play by Edmond Rostand. A great deal of fun.

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REally enjoyed this as well. Just finished reading your Inside Joke. I like the style in which this was written, I enjoyed the satire and metaphors it is layden with. Well done.

Posted 15 Years Ago


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Marvellous stuff. I've just read your coffee poem... This one turns me on more because of its sustained vigour. And as far as I am concerned a poet can be as grandiloquent as he wishes as there is joy in dancing with words and watching another poet do so. Never apologise!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very intelligent, and normally I don't go for the spewing of big words in praise, but you were doing it mockingly somewhat. Very clever, and I didn't see boosting more than I saw an intelligent display of explaining why you are a poet. Good write!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like the grandiose style of it. I love the big words. And the hint of sarcasm. There are some little mis-spellings here and there. Clean them up. It will be that masterpiece when it grows up.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ah, but the pity is that poor Vincent could not have survived on the meager sales of his dark paintings without financial support from his brother Theo. He did not readily accept impressionism but at last gave in and began focusing on pointille' or pointilism. He began losing his mind (probably from alcohol abuse, syphylitic insanity, and other mental illness) about the same time he began producing what are now his most famous works of art. This was about the time he moved into the "yellow house" as well. One of the paintings painted for the yellow house is entitled The Poet; of Belgian painter Eugene Boch. I have a nephew who is a painter and in meetings among the artistic gatherings of his friends, I am often questioned if I am an artist. There are musicians, sculptors, visual artists (his girlfriend is a dollmaker) and various painting tecniques represented at these gatherings. I reply that I am a poet and usually they fall down and worship at my feet. lol This was humorous, mock pedantic and mock bourgeois in a self-deprecating mix like Cyrano de Bergerac making sport of his own nose in the play by Edmond Rostand. A great deal of fun.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow that was just a master piece like Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa!!!! i loved the great use of words i even had to look up a few! You did a wounderful job with this! Very passionate about it! I am so glade you wrote this so I could read this!!! Great job!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

hmm..you seem to expose my love of anagrams here..random dote? just a hunch..[=
hahahaha..something told me to read this..and I had to look up 14 words..ha. Good use of integrated sarcasm, bordering on accrimony..i used to use that word on my friend Andy all the time..cause he was; and he, ironically, never bothered to look it up, cause he didn't want to know that about himself..he was no dummy. He'd read Dostoevsky and can program computers..but that one word confounded him.
Getting back to the piece, though..You embrace the fact that we must overcome stupidity, but w/out being pretentious..which is a stupidity all it's own.
My prose, for a time, was a bit like you describe, but in a sense the oposite..mostly it was just pulling out fallacies from my subconscious..I'm going for transcendance and coherency more so now. It's all about the flow of the living word, no matter the actual words you choose. It's how you express yourself and put yourself into it, weaving the patterns and paradigms..the essence of the thing..personally I like to throw people off, by fusing simplicity and complexity..it pushes limits. If you can't push limits [in yourself and others]..then what's the point?..but you know all this..just trying to validate
well, you're a genius..i'll be reading more over time..be sure of that.

John



Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like how it roamed, the poem took you more than one place while remaining in a similiar mood, the voice never changed. I enjoyed reading this, there were lines that stood out more than others, I wanted to highlight and paste them but then there were too many that stood out in my mind. Lovely poem.

Posted 15 Years Ago


Bravo, mon frere! Simply amazing. The rhythm you maintain in the lines is gorgeous, the varied vocabulary something to be envied. This is one for my favorites!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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oh, but it is indeed a soliloquy. well, i was sorta going for a style akin to French poet Andre Breton's styl minus the surrealism hence the not so common choice of words,but hey, you can't please evrybody!

but thanks for your honst opinion, really. this is a great deal of help for my poetic advancement.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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