O Candelabra
Posted: December 15th, 2006, 2:20 pm
A fat copy of Dante's Inferno
rests nearby, translated by one Mandlebaum,
"pony-text"
(ich kenne ein bisschen Deutsch, aber nicht Italiano)
with dread illustrations (preferable to the sto-wie really):
impaled sinners, way-hung centaurs, corrupt clerics,
Caiaphas--that old judge
who, say it ain't so,
put Kid Galilee away--
in the ice rink of the damned:
brave ulysses-- as dat drunkard Paddy Joyce well knew--
not far above
the real sinister types:
it's a bad hair day everyday
for Brutus/Cassius
and Judas
(and Brutus seems to have
been royally screwed
given that he did off
a dictator, who according to
fringe writers of the day
was quite the Chester--Schacksshpeare grand prevaricator
does Brutus a bit more justice )
but where o where
might a Liberace be?
Yes, the immediate bovine
response: probably hit one of the top floors, exuent stage left--Sodomites--
quite more comfy than the malebolgia---
and perhaps that's where Liberace rests,
entertaining the folks with
some not-half-bad Chopin etudes (any geeks who's spent a few nights with Chopin's Revolutionary Etude and, er, a candelabra soon learns some r e s p e c T).... ,
a bit of Scraibin (one word: whoa) and/or Ravel
now and then (do they too remain in that rather bourgeois district of the idolaters?)
the crew gathered round a bone Bosendorfer maybe
quite some distance above Ulysses and his
sarge Diomedes, or the garroted Mohammed, various popes gone wrong, or that witty harlot
Thais........
rests nearby, translated by one Mandlebaum,
"pony-text"
(ich kenne ein bisschen Deutsch, aber nicht Italiano)
with dread illustrations (preferable to the sto-wie really):
impaled sinners, way-hung centaurs, corrupt clerics,
Caiaphas--that old judge
who, say it ain't so,
put Kid Galilee away--
in the ice rink of the damned:
brave ulysses-- as dat drunkard Paddy Joyce well knew--
not far above
the real sinister types:
it's a bad hair day everyday
for Brutus/Cassius
and Judas
(and Brutus seems to have
been royally screwed
given that he did off
a dictator, who according to
fringe writers of the day
was quite the Chester--Schacksshpeare grand prevaricator
does Brutus a bit more justice )
but where o where
might a Liberace be?
Yes, the immediate bovine
response: probably hit one of the top floors, exuent stage left--Sodomites--
quite more comfy than the malebolgia---
and perhaps that's where Liberace rests,
entertaining the folks with
some not-half-bad Chopin etudes (any geeks who's spent a few nights with Chopin's Revolutionary Etude and, er, a candelabra soon learns some r e s p e c T).... ,
a bit of Scraibin (one word: whoa) and/or Ravel
now and then (do they too remain in that rather bourgeois district of the idolaters?)
the crew gathered round a bone Bosendorfer maybe
quite some distance above Ulysses and his
sarge Diomedes, or the garroted Mohammed, various popes gone wrong, or that witty harlot
Thais........
