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On the Death of a Minor Poet Laureate we were angels, unawares, except the guy who studied at berkely: he was Arch, and thought he could bend trumpets. what a sonofabitch. he was published, and those who blatantly wanted to be published, and those who didn’t really know if they wanted to be published (but thought they should, so they sorta wanted it) regarded him as the pinnacle of achievement. it was if the apostles had done different, and sold the Holy Ghost to simon magus, and now magus was spreading the Word. but some things don’t go different: when berkely tried to levitate, frogs fell out of the sky and hit the ground B.B., before berkely, but sure as shit berkely followed. then berkely was published in a bucket. and only angels are aware if he is aware, or no. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2011-08-28 13:54:31
Critiquer Rating During Critique: Unknown
I guess I should complain to you that you haven’t left a note- and although I can comment on your comments concerning the poet- I would prefer to read some of his work and make an informed comment.
That said, as usual your verse is compelling and I can comment on your comments on the poet who has passed.
What struck me first is your commentary on Berkeley. I probably have a similar thought process- but then when reading the poet laureates who have spent time there, there have been some who have not lost their minds; so my comment would be on modern Berkeley rather than it persona.
You also have a commentary on the afterlife, albeit; a hidden grain in your piece. My replie to that is “I hope soâ€- and pray every day for the proof of it all.
The only thing I know about the anonymous poet (who by the way, I tried to locate from your hints)- was that those bent on making a political statement, elevated him to that position- what you don’t allude to is whether his craft might had done it had the preferential treatment not been utilized.
As always a piece that makes me think. I think, that is always a good thing, except when I prefer not to.