Poet Laureate of the Primitive Planets
Best free verse poetry on Earth
Some people still challenge this. It’s quite a dispute.
Juliet my love, be of death’s cheer: alas!
afeared, we’d depart to heaven’s tears, and
unleash for us divine despair in mourning
Actually it takes more than a word.
A good hypocrite is like a bad singer: you can still learn the song from him if you know the key.
— Utcoozhoo
Can you write a poem or essay about something that seems all bad but is good or something that seems good that is actually bad? In short: opposites and ambiguity.
Optimismus albatrosae similis est: tollere potest sed terram non potest.
A garden for wine without wine makes a grape grower who lies.
OMG, no wonder the Roman Empire was so cruel and collapsed from decadence and corruption: Latin is crazy and makes some ideas impossible to express. You can “Let” a lot of things happen but you can’t do your own thing. However, it seems like the reincarnation of Agrippina the Younger (Julia Agrippina) has returned to the schools. As she said:
De magistris dictatoribus unione a tyranno, cui nomen est Hortus Vini, a schola liberos pauperes excludunt.
But I always say to write a poem for the wind.
Discipulus pedantem caveat.
E.Q.E.D.
erratum quod erat demonstrandum
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write a poem about Agrippina the Younger a.k.a Julia Agrippina a.k.a. Randi Winegarden a.k.a. Randi Weingarten. Should you or your team be caught or killed, the Secretary will deny your existence.
Good morning, Poets. The children you are hearing about have become anxious and confused juveniles after being used as guinea pigs in experiments with traumatic isolation and germ warfare on their elders. This regime of planned bullying and propaganda is a super hypnotic, mind-controlling system of rhetoric developed by this man, Dr. Lasagna. The solution to Dr. Lasagna’s gain-of-function side effects is in the hands of two disloyal Americans, Weingarten and Fauci. Their defection in Geneva is currently being arranged by this man, Colonel Collard. Once they are able to collaborate with the country known by the code word “Middle Kingdom”, this country will imminently possess the power to enslave the free world. Your mission, Poet, should you decide to take it on, is to stop Dr. Lasagna and the Wuhan Enhanced Strain Alpha 230. As has been, should you or any of your L-poet Force be caught or killed, the Secretary will disavow any knowledge of your writings. This message will self-destruct in Xi seconds. Good luck, Gladiator poetarum.
Perhaps not exactly relevant but who knows. For Latin Quote of the Day ( QOTD ) for Tuesday
The mouse poet held a poetry reading in a field.
Many praire-dogs popped up to listen and watch;
all the marmots, jackrabbits, and voles stopped by
and young deer wandered side-by-side to see
a fox come with grapes to declaim
The poet had heard the melodies of songbirds
and wrote a poem to go with their songs.
he admired the birds.
An eagle came to attend the verses
and sat high up in the stadium perches.
It extolled the virtues in a review
to the Eagle Post Journal
A first performance putting it in a good mood
the eagle gave a rave review of the varied food.
Sitting on high it could extol
virtues of rhyme and rhythm too, snacking
on some marmots and voles
At the second performance
the lyrical poems about meadow larks
oddly sounded like they went with
Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov’s
“Flight of the Bumble Bee,” so
during the half time show
the eagle snacked on a fox.
It told the Eagle Post Journal
that the poetry was exquisite, and the
gourmet catch-as-catch-can food
was delicious.
At the last performance it ate the Poet.
Aquila non capit muscas.
Obscuritas adhuc ab aliquo obscuriore explicatur: mus poeta, qui observat aviculas cantare non novit aquilam non captare muscas; stultus orator fieri contendit, poeta stultus nascitur.
The obscurity is still explained by something more obscure: the mouse poet, who watches the birds sing, does not know that the eagle does not catch flies; a fool strives to become an orator, a poet is born a fool.
obscurum per obscurius
explaining an obscurity by something more obscure still
Orator fit, poeta nascitur
an orator is made, a poet is born
aquila non capit muscas
the eagle does not catch flies
Noli bibere aquam dulcem cantare e faucibus,lasagna carmina de labiis mendacibus tuis.
E.Q.E.D.
erratum quod demonstrandum
a mistake that needs to be pointed out
It is a tradition to use Latin in legal writing, because the educated of medieval Europe used Latin and Greek to recover lost learning after the annihilation of libraries and the translation of lost knowledge from Arabic to Latin.
~ [Don’t drink the Kool-aid and eat the Fauci Lasagna] ~
From the throat of the ancient Romans comes much advice. They had sayings about everything. What have you learned from this famous Latin phrase? I heard that in Shakespeare’s “Julius Caesar” first draft which was never published that Caesar died from Kool-aid poisoned with cyanide by a cabal. Today we have other intrigues.
Mr. Science made a deal with the Devil to become powerful and famous and among other things became an accessory to the crime of shutting down the schools. He did nothing directly to be responsible for many other crimes he was an accessory to. He gave money to the Wuhan Lab through an intermediary which created man-made viruses that are more infectious than the natural ones. It leaked out in October of 2019 when 3 lab workers got sick with COVID-like symptoms. Our satellites saw that suddenly all the roads around the lab were closed, and all the cell-phones were turned off. Some whistle-blower scientists were put in jail, and some “disappeared” or possibly were killed. They were doing “gain-of-function” research which is very dangerous. It changes a segment of a natural virus which does not infect respiratory human cells and adds something which allows it to infect human cells and spread easily from human to human.Hence, it gains a new “function”, the ability to attack human lung cells.
Things escape notice
with a nod.
Originating from non-existence,
the Scientist is King, soul immaterial
because viable Science is God.
For an elegant experiment
the Death Penalty
is worth the risk.
Things escape
whisked away
Anthony Faustti is known as a hero
for his crowing expositions
on gain-of-function obfuscation
Things escape notice, a tale of
the devil in the details; failure
depends on whose details are scored.
The Death Penalty is a neighbor’s ox
worth the risk if it is gored.
Faustti not quite Richard the 3rd.
in a Shakespearean box, but
The pleas are constructed.
Oh “Context, context,” in Tony III:
“My Kingdom for a bat out of hell…”**
Three million dead by gain-of-function
is a modest amount, good for overpopulation.
Plagues are normal episodes, mostly
a beneficial culling of non-scientists,
often happens in a people’s paradise
for the benefit of the Swiftian gullible
who know the poor, frail and old
will pay the price, cold-shouldered
in their malaise, hastened to oblivion
Faustti, Collards, and Sheez
say the Juvenalian are Juvenile.
Perhaps.
But measured by The Black Plague
this population reduction does not
fit a vague standard drawn by lot
Do not let be
such outrages of incompetence.
Death is needed.
In such circumstance
one would not oppose
a convening of an
ad hoc Criminal Tribunal
for “The Mechanism”
at the United Nations
(a simple firing not
being sufficient), and
needling, since
a hypodermic firing squad
is already appointed and
waiting in the wings of a bat,
let Swiftian justice call for
swift execution.
———–
* Don’t drink sweet water singing from your throat, lasagna songs from your lying lips
**King Richard the Third, by William Shakespeare; “A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!”
act 5, scene 4
For poetry prompt:
Latin QOTD
A Fauci Lasagna is a more subtle and pervasive propaganda product than a Machiavellian vehicle when Science has replaced God in authority. There is some quibbling over semantics but “A Fauci Lasagna” is basically any well-crafted propaganda tool that has proven to be efficacious over many years for hiding dangerous research, distorting the results of clinical trials, ‘creative’ editing of scientific papers, and for enhancing money laundering techniques to support it.
[erratum quod erat demonstrandum]
[a mistake that had to be pointed out]
So I will do something else. The first prosaic step-word in a thousand mile journey doesn’t rhyme with faux pas.
Huh, what? Yes, all sayings without context are false, and the aphorist in rose-colored glasses sees neither aphids nor locusts.
Look at the wisdom of the “Golden Rule” (Matthew(7:12) et. al. : In a common translation thus, “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”
This is often bad advice. By reductio ad absurdum in the parable of the bird who could eat poison berries and his friend the horse who he shares it with, it is a meaningless suggestion.
But it is a great opportunity for a researcher to apply for a Government grant to study “Serial murder ending in suicide by cop: The Golden Rule.”
For every work day there is the opera day. Translation is everything in the following from the Latin, Italian, and Sanskrit.
You can not finger the day until the fat-fingered goddess on the Opera train at the end of the carpal tunnel sings the aria, “My Sweet Train Comes to Carry Thee Home, Bang, Bang.”
यावत् कार्पल-सुरङ्गस्य अन्ते स्थिते ओपेरा-रेलयाने मेदः-अङ्गुली-देवी “माय स्वीट् ट्रेन् कम्स् टु कैरी थि होम, बङ्ग, बङ्ग” इति एरिया-गीतं न गायति तावत् भवन्तः दिवसं अङ्गुलीं कर्तुं न शक्नुवन्ति
E.Q.E.D.
Poet Laureate of the Primitive Planets 