New Year's Even 2008

[blp]

For this big victim fat bloated groaning
Round his head crown floating mix of scripture, history, wish dream
Eating the flabby, dripping, ballsac fruit of the sands
Eglantine, dates, rosewater, sweetbreads from famished bellies,
Parched tongues, he lies down like Gulliver
Aargh, goddamnit, these little people seem to
Like to keep walking into my fist. I can't tell which ones. But Cædite
Eos. Novit enim Dominus qui
Sunt eius. Yesh, drunkenly, the old Dom Dad
To us gave it us anyway, we're staying, you go
If you can't accept reality, if you can't except finality
Never mind, you'll know it soon
Enough.

With apologies to a MrBullFrog on the Guardian website, from whom I stole the 'walking into my fist' idea.

If you figure out what this is about, please be discrete. Happy New Year all. And I do mean all.

[Riesa]

why, isn't it just about the ol'....? "we're staying, you go" gives it away, no?

[Virgil]

That's very good blp, I think the language flow is excellent, and the transition into and out of the latin smooth, though I must admit I'm having trouble translating it. I quite enjoyed it all. I wouldn't apologise to whoever that is at the Guardian. I've seen that phrasing before, so evidently he stole it as well.

[blp]

why, isn't it just about the ol'....? "we're staying, you go" gives it away, no?

Well, there's a bigger clue too, using a technique you've been putting to good effect lately yourself. ;)

Thanks for reassuring me on the theft, Virgil. I'm pretty sure I've seen the phrase before too.

The Latin I got from Mary Lupin and PrinceMyshkin translated it for me: Kill them all. God will sort them out.

[Riesa]

aha! http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i121/RiesaRiesa/images.jpg nice, blip.

[Delta40]

Well Blp you got me because I have no idea. I don't critique poetry very well. This is so totally abstract to me. I don't think meaning has to be overt does it, for one to enjoy poetry? I mean I did think of some crude biological stuff that it could be related to and laughed at the idea of what lying down like Gulliver might be. I enjoyed your words in this respect as it gave me the chance to imagine how a parched tongue might rest, or anything else for that matter.....thanks

[blp]

Thanks, Delta40, glad you liked it. No, you're right, meaning doesn't have to be overt. In fact, sometimes I think it's just a good way of generating something that, in the end, is better if it floats free of its source material. Wallace Stevens' The Emperor of Icrecream is a good example. It's actually about a Mexican funeral, but sort of better if you don't know that.

[qimissung]

I don't know what it's about, either, but it is really good. How can I possibly know that? you ask. My gut tells me. I could be wrong, though; I often am! :)

[Il Penseroso]

I'm stumped as far as an overt meaning. I like the tone though.

I assume "except" was intentional? I like it, anyhow.

*perhaps getting a little clearer on meaning, we'll see

[blp]

Oops. No, 'except' wasn't intentional. My only excuse is, I wrote it quickly in the weird poems section and posted it without thinking about it much. I'm sort of embarrassed anyway.

Did you figure it out yet?

[Il Penseroso]

I do really like the "except" as it stands.

I think so, but I have a tendency to be wrong on these things. Does it have anything to do with a video you've linked elsewhere around the beginning of October?

[kiz_paws]

Well, I loved the opening line, and the way that the poem read.

But what it is about, I feel helpless there, blp. The only stab at it that I can think of would be the appearance of a certain two at midnight of the last day of the year?

[blp]

But what it is about?

I really can't say. Meaning, I'm not allowed to.