YOU TALK OF SHAKESPEARE
you talk of Shakespeare
as if you
know him
and you do
from flowery
pageants of history
and your coffee table
(or maybe that
is too much of an assumption)
you talk of Shakespeare
as if he were so
consonant with
your ideology
(I admit, so much
in common there,
down that
Lancastrian line
the greatest at-pain-
of-death trick
ever pulled
and true Tudor
beginning of British propaganda
those heavenly lies without
which Empire
a true miscarriage,
an abortion
no new world born
Cape to Cairo
sun
never setting
on its shade of pink)
yes
Shakespeare is
one part bedrock and
one part
shadow, pure
disavowal, anarchic subversion
he had the bravery to
flaunt before your faces
the life and energy of his characters
telling a truth you
would not believe
Mr Politician, most recent in that line
of hucksters and usurpers, connivers
and
men with daggers
in the wings
who never read
but tell us how much this work
stands test of
time but
needs to be winnowed, smoothed, protected
Oh my dear bard
you knew behind the masque, the pageant
the Royal progresses and processions
how deep the need to hold the
word, control forever
how deep the fear
for the pen
and absolute contempt
The Cheesesellers Wife said:
This is one of your best, I love it!
drdamiang said:
Thank you! 😺🌸 have a lovely new year
The Cheesesellers Wife said:
Reblogged this on The Cheesesellers Wife and commented:
A brilliant poem from Damian Garside (who blogs at ‘
best poetry blog in the cosmos ~ 4 out of 5 dentists recommend ‘):