a poem for professors
Sun, 06 Oct 2013
The learned, "liberal" lectern?
the traditional, regal pew?
the eager, unwashed many?
the snide and cultured few?
"Which one do you listen to?,"
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
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