BADLY

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poem, poetry, Shakespeare, writing

BADLY

MacBeth
trades his bloodied armour
for a bloody clown suit

what masqueraded as his honour
(carefully cultivated media profile)
he has pawned

after the XXX exchange
with the witches
all bets are off

and once his lady let that reptile
into her brain
she could not feel
him inside her
without thinking “dagger”

and quite fortuitously but
predictably
night is here

will get blamed, will be
the black scapegoat, deemed
personification of evil

and all this just
for the moment to
take in the world on
an upward swing, from
the
high point of the seesaw

Oh this isolation, that filling the most,
this raising the drawbridge, dropping
the portcullis

filling the channel with a fog
a mist quite enchanted, yet
pea-soup thick

and those words that echo in the native langue
to be banished, excommunicated, dutifully excised
as
sometimes has been our
custom, habit so
oddly
self-defeating

absurdity begets absurdity
MacBeth begets Beckett

power is emptiness, chimera, fiction
delusion

but as these go
it is only one we have, only
one worth having

not worth
the tiny trouble of
soul damnation

not worth a damn and
yet it is
inescapable

the fiction of such a castle
the dream of the blood circus as
forever merry-
go-round

Jan Kott
reading your mad declarations in
through a sheet of ice (summation
so much
freezing history)

the factory inside, deep in
magical forest, real witch territory

now factory of terror
all the red in the signage
human blood (what
else
could they think of)

and black-death bibles whizzing through
the fatal presses
so much history to burn
both text
and flesh of it

thumb through the preface, words gathered there
red-hot for a burning

Heine
the poet telling us

the forest moving has
confined the prophecy that what leaves burn
leave clothes, spectacles, essentials,
gold in
teeth just
there for the taking

and Kurosawa’s tragic character (into
samurai world so
creatively translated)

falls
pierced by arrows

the clown
last relic of the past on stage
to underpin the philosophy of empty
hubris of man
in face of our nothingness

always
ending badly

Nietzsche’s two lovely gods
setting seal with their royal stamp

DEVICE

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erotic, love, poem, poetry, Shakespeare, writing

DEVICE

Thank you for making me feel
less loose,
not as diffuse

nor as tightly wound
either

just
under full sail

holding my bearings
my mast as
safe and solid

as in any other
sexy navigational metaphor
poet ever
devised.

ALL

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lunatic, poem, poetry, politician, Reader, Shakespeare

ALL

give priority
to a lunatic’s
reading of Shakespeare

over any politician
who scans every
page
like a
broken
photocopier

whilst the one
who is mad
(or at
least
more eccentric
in interpretation)

bounds through the play
as if it were
through all
the plays as if
one
interconnected dream

faster than Puck, quicker
than Achilles

Athens, Venice, Rome, France,
Scotland, London

it is all
one castle, all
one forest

one vast, politician-
scouring, interconnected scene

BY JURY

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History, poem, poetry, political, Reader, Shakespeare, writing

BY JURY

let’s call
Shakespeare
to explain himself

tell us why
he wrote
what he wrote
did

why he
did not stick
to the niceties

eschewed
convention

managed to
stay out of
Elizabethan,
Jacobean
prison

(maybe
greater
love of
writing in

such politically
dangerous days)

DREAMING OF NEW LANDS

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Humanity, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, power, Reader, Shakespeare, wordplay

DREAMING OF NEW LANDS

trust a raving
lunatics reading
of Shakespeare

over that of any
slightly less rabid politician

as Shakespeare himself
surely sensed
a lunatic rushes through
the text by
leaps and bounds
savoring every
word where

Athens, Venice, Rome,
Verona

night
before Agincourt
or Bosworth field

he is instantly transported
faster than Puck, speedier
than Achilles
is transported hither
and thither
at breakneck speed

watching the bards bloody men
of power
escape Tyburn hill
but not assassination
not a
traitors death like
Coriolanus of Rome

or old aged complacency like Theseus
strolling the outskirts of the forest
immune to
its magic

his voice so legislative
conquered wife in tow

whilst
there being no bottom

in this capsizing of hierarchy
a man less
favored by the State
can be
if but for
a moment be blessed by the gods
or rather, mouth of
fairy woman, drugged
searching for
new experiences
opening of parameters

when it comes to
saucy, secret code of pun

we can see, hear, sweet, fat Sir John
(a Prince’s troublesome parasite)
jingling a few
coins for
Eastcheap sack

dreaming
of new lands

YOU TALK OF SHAKESPEARE

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poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, Shakespeare

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

ELSINORE

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Hamlet, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, Shakespeare, writing

ELSINORE

penned in by
the strictures of
impossible ideology

the wings of
his imagination
bloodied
by their cage

the play’s the thing
for greater conscience
than that of
a King

he knows, and thus
the stage that
was Elsinore
but
a moment before

littered with dead bodies
and the
bouquets of
shock and awe

with which
we leave

the mirror in which
our nature here
displayed

not quite as imagined
not quite
as expected

and yet
that Danish prison

still in our ears
on our tongues

so close to home
as is
disguised

as is
written

BRUTUS

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Julius Caesar, Marc Anthony, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, Shakespeare, writing

BRUTUS

Brutus
is both
assured
and
strangely
tentative

he knows
(or senses)
that this
for all his
measured,
rational
eloquence

that this
is not
his play

as his words
leave his
mouth he
thanks the
god Apollo
for every
local
accomplishment

but wait, here
at his insistence
is the man
they should
have simply
murdered

let Rome’s bloody
political night
absorb

not to hard to
find the lie
the perfect euphemism

but he
will eventually
die too
this man who
thinks himself
Apollo
who will
sire love child after
love child with
goddess Isis
in physical shape
and form
of Queen
Cleopatra

who here resorts to
the treachery of poetry
innuendo enough
to hang
any honest man
still less
enemy
in plain
view
covered in
the blood of
a beloved tyrant.

BAD SONNET

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identity, Metaphor, Metaphysical, metapoetic, poem, poetry, Reader, Shakespeare, Sonnet

BAD SONNET

my poems prefer not
to be reasonable

would rather sidle up to the reader
face full of tolchok droog horror show Alex swagger
and these would be
the most elliptical, erudite
and ironic

no reader, you get the author you deserve
it’s a sort of sado-masochism thing

fourteen lines of criss-cross
rhyme
until couplet of
final Petrarchan line I believe I do
have you to exploit, in serious bondage

OR SIMPLY BUY

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poem, poetry, Shakespeare, Value and meaning, writing

OR SIMPLY BUY

stop those digital clocks
light
a candle

for Shakespeare is writing
Shakespeare is writing

steaming ahead
syllable by syllable

you can hear him hammering
out blank verse, quatrains, rhyming couplets

the product so polished
if it was worth
hard cash you
might
invest
or simply buy
(per word, per line
not sure what
the going rate is for
stuff
unrecognized as yet)