a poem for professors

Cherry

By seannelson

Sun, 06 Oct 2013
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The learned, "liberal" lectern?
the traditional, regal pew?
the eager, unwashed many?
the snide and cultured few?
 
"Which one do you listen to?,"
the professors
cooed in cadences soothed,
half-begging dissenting point of view...
giving any rag-rebel that ivory shoe
though oft under stony, scornful tower...
 
And with grace-granted time:
one or two hatchlings
come to take reaper-daring wing to
in jargon-armour storm
the dreaded field bower...
and thus finally learn to soar 
or coldly learn to cower
 
But mostly the notes fell out in rote
(as if held back by chalky moat,)
chorus-cubicized conclusions which
yesterday's over-deified thinkers drew
like deep winter blankets
from the cold "blue periods"
of age's Atlas-like agonizations,
neo-bright in fire-coined diction 
the last dare-devil poets wrote,
thus homerically homaging 
outworn and outwordly rivers
where colder, meaner rigours
carved out the "modern" psyche's boat...
re-pickling petrified paradigms
to in vague, amber-like obeissance float
 
But as time's focusing perspective
leaves Edison
to lay laurels on Ginsbergs and Teslas,
(and thus in howling gold-lief explication
laying out the game,)
so as if by helicopter-rush, 
clumsy Titan foot-work,
or manically fashionable "butterfly effect..."
academic winds blow-shift the same,
setting liberal nets
for youths' "degenerate brains"
 
Thus in sandy seas,
swaddled in smuggled tatters, 
must half-censored new visionaries 
broken and didactic
like phantom Beethovens' or Ozymandias' float
(deaf and psyche-cleft,
oft vengeful and wary if welcomed,)
yet gamely Nashing out symphonic formulas 
to stave off
"the eternal foot-man" bearing coat
 
And so in coded Kantian war-cries
and erudite, deviant blood...
are like stoic, tome-like stones
rebellion's courageous new memes outlaid... 
'late and soon'
to smash institution-shined marble paradigms
from cragged, castled lepers' graves
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Comments

Submitted by maisie on

"

"modern" psyche's boat...
re-pickling petrified paradigms
to in vague, amber-like obeissance float"

in full flow (WHY HAVE I GOT YELLOW?)

YOU'RE BRILLIANT.  SOME OVERUSE AND REPITION NEAR TO THE START. LOL.

IHATEBEINGYELLOWANDI'MNOWTHREE.

SCCCRRRRRRRRRRR3EAM

maisie angel Guess what?  I'm still alive!

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

umm. Sort of wild! Not sure how it fits the IP of 'apples rotting on the ground' and 'electric blue dress' but perhaps this does not matter as the poem is inspired in its own way.       Elsie