Perennial Measure: Ain’t I Verily Now Like My Führer?

Monday, September 21, 2009

Ain’t I Verily Now Like My Führer?

Soap made from corpses on my witless idol’s

head, though true I may be- I’m syncopated.

Famously I glide along like old, old songs

familiar to Sinatra’s bobby soxers, but, yes,

crucified, while mollified. But it had to be me.

Not Santa but saturnine, too, red-flagged verily

too like the Führer, I get poked as my tribe’s

new chief as though it’s a new morning. Had to

be you? Oh I have to be free! Have to be, see,

to be wily again, to parrot again Charlie Chaplin.

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About "Perennial Measure," the first blogged poetry volume on this site:

On the seventh day in the writing of this collection, or perhaps already subconsciously during the making of that first poem, it became clear that this series, Perennial Measure (the volume), shall be about the practice of poetry and art. Having laid that assumption down, trying to follow that course, however, I saw that I was able to move later to the creation of pieces on various other themes, as if I was trying to present to my reader those various themes and issues that confront a poet in his life and everyday world, qua poet. But, so as not to veer too far away from my central theme, the series would interrupt that straying again to make me go back to pieces strictly on poetry or art. And that push and pull from the central theme went on to the end of the volume project (which targeted 56 pieces or 56 printed book pages worth). So, approach this collection thus, then, should it please you, and consider reading the last poem, "Perennial Failure," against the first one, "Perennial Measure." Otherwise, you can just approach the section or volume or book how you would rather, as maybe you should. Here is Perennial Measure, the blogged poetry book within this eponymously titled Perennial Measure blogged literary creations site.