Wednesday, February 27, 2008

For Pseudo-Intellectuals



I could never write about silver blades,

Spools of dreams clinging on bloodied spades or

Strange prophesy babbled through obscurity.

I have known

Neither skill nor seen my visions fulfill themselves into

The geometry of the strange, only to arrange

My thoughts into school girl verse.

My pale hands slouch at my desk,

Inscribe the meandering and the grotesque…

some pretty, some perverse.

But my friend, your world is fake,

Feed on Thoreau and Blake,

And your borrowed parasitic lines seek to contemplate

Nothing new, just the metaphysics to construe , the recondite for its own sake.




[Addendum- I am rhyming too much these days. Blank verse is more becoming? What say?]


16 comments:

Macadamia The Nut said...

Lol!! I love this! And with your permission I want to copy it and hang in somewhere in my room!Seriously.
I can see this in some 8th grade textbook in 2090. Why 2090? Well most times they wait for you to die to declare you a genius. The irony of it all.

WHAT'S IN A NAME ? said...

Yes it has signs of a masterpiece. The sheer fact that I found it indecipherably abstruse might attest to that. :(

Antigone said...

@ Mac- yeah, they will print it and label it as -"What Poetry Shouldn't Be" :P

my permission? you have it before u ask for it...at least someone wants to hang my poetry and not hang me for writing lines like these. :D [ i am out of coffee and feeling terribly groggy...that should explain the dumb jokes i am crackin' right now]

@ WIAN- Thanks

cleopatra said...

(smug grin) this should be printed in the brains of aantel elitist people who look down on everything popular.but, I like Blake.

Antigone said...

@ Cleo-

[smug smirk] RIGHT![ banging fists on the table now] and also a transcript of our views about them[ cf. Smokachino]

I like Blake, I like Huxley's Blake inspired work and I like The Doors...but what i won't like is when the deified elitist says-

"Inspired by the wings of Luvah, I claim your Urizen's heart
Dark
Metal blades are red
Hallelujah
Bromion goes mad

Ahania dies while I rejoice"

Blake would have turned in his grave if he read that :P.
but, you know who inspired my poem...;)

Noisy Autist said...

kinda dont know what to write as a comment when - 1. My vocabulary not familiar with as much as seven words you used. 2. I dont know Thoreau or Blake 3. Not accustomed to 'aantlami'... so... :)

Antigone said...

bad news on the doorstep...i wanted this to be against aantels and i wind up sounding like one :P...

maybe i ought to take a long holiday....

Amazing Greys said...

this is a good one. & what's wrong with rhyme anyway... no one seems to mind.

Antigone said...

so, finally someone answers the question i had been asking...

Sphinx said...

encore!

Antigone said...

@ Sphinx - why, thank ye...:)

Madhuri said...

Recondite for its own sake... Thats super duper!!!!! It is my pet peeve too, I loved this, I would give you a golden star :)!!!!

What must needs be complicated
For the narrator cannot cut to the chase
And seeks Recondite for its own sake

Sphinx said...

i have this mugged up by heart...

Antigone said...

@ Madhuri- a golden star???? [*faints with happiness*]
but you know, ur three lines did what i was trying to say in all those lines. :)

@ Sphinx- thanks again...and btw, did i tell you, that i like your new profile pic?

Smelling oranges on winter afternoons said...

Rhyme sounds good in this one. Very good for schoolgirl verse. Have you changed the look of your page? Could not recognise it at first!

Soumya said...

Certainly the poignancy reflects ur verbose and your thought process..something that actually would be very unpopular at Nandan and certain portions of boi-mela...