Perennial Measure: The Bullion Bouillon

Friday, October 9, 2009

The Bullion Bouillon

The emergency fund that merged with the mercenary, waylaid by foreign trips fit for fiefdoms’ sheiks: what cheek! Then, the President, resident of government’s raison d’etre, Govinda to Jayas-Vijayas, made contingencies from the now-missing fund’s regency. Until one real emergency came along. Then the long faces, calamitous as clam in a steaming pan, frequented a feigned advice of support to supplant the tripping democratic trapping, the media with a view on representation. A representative revealed that yesterday became exhausted news of travels and tours, and trading in treachery bills. But the fund, the fund! It found its way into some appropriation, camp approbation, those sacred approvals and appearances, disappearances, sucking up, sucking our blood, though happily internationally bank-surfeited, according to a radio station’s rantings on statutes. The budget? The blues? Who would believe it was based on clues? A Commission on Audit was given the plaudits as one report resurfaced, but resubmitted as ripe rousing, speaking for the house, though copies of the report were soon resounded by one hiding mouse to finally secure an assistant commissioner’s assiduous auditing, or arbitration, or new indentations. We were so briefed like hell, ultimately shocked by the findings, shaking companies of shells with overspent billions, the bullion bouillon, that led to a near-declaration of emergency powers.

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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.