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Array ( [sid] => 151817 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Triumphs of Barbarians [time] => 2009-07-29 21:33:03 [hometext] => A semi-satire regarding the circular nature of politics and history. [bodytext] => The inheritors, in Convention, agree
on next to naught, but that

their helotry shall be cast forever
from the shores of Columbia, straight
back to Farmer George, Britanniarum Rex,

suckled on Thuringia’s barbarian
teat--Leveler of Latium, which
overwhelmed the Grecian phalanx

in its time, now past--be damned
his levies, his charters, his
hegemony: mortal ambivalence,

what was his ruin. Upstart landowners,
fated for portrayal one day

as provocateurs in People’s pulp
historiographies: slavers, traders,
pirate capitalistas, cretin aficionados

of perversion, freeloaders to the
services of the King, in defending
Amerigo’s lands from frogs and rustics.

Ungrateful lot, these moneyed men,
who would proscribe one tyrant’s
Pond’s-length shepherding, yet

prosecute their Revolution through useful
idiots, who would die by

the ringing of a bell and a waving
of petulant fabric, tattered in the course
of vulgar bloodlettings of the cannonized

fodder some deign proclaim
Patriots. Drunk on the arrogance
of self-righteous declamation,

an ignoramus elite rises by the stoking
of populist notions of the set-upon:
like Bolsheviks in their masses.

Wanton messianisme, as the corpulent sows
beg deliverance via

those who would avail themselves
of a nation’s treasure: thankful
for the abscondence, while

pretenders to the estate of
demokratia confound common
sensibility, exhorting their flocks

to an appetence for the affluent,
supping at the Cafe de Vespucci
on red wine and Old Farmer’s rye. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 216 [topic] => 41 [informant] => Sagacious [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => political )

The Triumphs of Barbarians

Contributed by Sagacious on Wednesday, 29th July 2009 @ 09:33:03 PM in AEST
Topic: political

The inheritors, in Convention, agree
on next to naught, but that

their helotry shall be cast forever
from the shores of Columbia, straight
back to Farmer George, Britanniarum Rex,

suckled on Thuringia’s barbarian
teat--Leveler of Latium, which
overwhelmed the Grecian phalanx

in its time, now past--be damned
his levies, his charters, his
hegemony: mortal ambivalence,

what was his ruin. Upstart landowners,
fated for portrayal one day

as provocateurs in People’s pulp
historiographies: slavers, traders,
pirate capitalistas, cretin aficionados

of perversion, freeloaders to the
services of the King, in defending
Amerigo’s lands from frogs and rustics.

Ungrateful lot, these moneyed men,
who would proscribe one tyrant’s
Pond’s-length shepherding, yet

prosecute their Revolution through useful
idiots, who would die by

the ringing of a bell and a waving
of petulant fabric, tattered in the course
of vulgar bloodlettings of the cannonized

fodder some deign proclaim
Patriots. Drunk on the arrogance
of self-righteous declamation,

an ignoramus elite rises by the stoking
of populist notions of the set-upon:
like Bolsheviks in their masses.

Wanton messianisme, as the corpulent sows
beg deliverance via

those who would avail themselves
of a nation’s treasure: thankful
for the abscondence, while

pretenders to the estate of
demokratia confound common
sensibility, exhorting their flocks

to an appetence for the affluent,
supping at the Cafe de Vespucci
on red wine and Old Farmer’s rye.

Copyright Â© Sagacious ... [ 2009-07-29 21:33:03]
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Re: The Triumphs of Barbarians (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 30th July 2009 @ 05:31:22 AM AEST
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This is an interesting poem. You will not find another poem that uses more beautiful language than this one, i would wager. Did I totally understand all of it? To be honest, no. But you shouldn't dumb down your poetry just because some 19 year old upstart from england can't understand it. This is you, and you are good.

-phil

Re: The Triumphs of Barbarians (User Rating: 1 )
by elle on Thursday, 30th July 2009 @ 05:38:24 AM AEST
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I totally agree with Phil. This is a fabulous read. . . & while I must delve into the portals of
history to follow where you lead , oh what a fantastical journey you portray! Sighhh! :) elle

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