Article for 2011 Feb 24
This article is not in a series.
2011
2011 Feb
Feb 24 Thu “The Mad”
This poem was inspired by a play by William Shakespeare. If you know the play, it should be obvious. It’s not “Hamlet”.
There’s method in the madness.
Unseen winds wind up minds as toys,
release the key and, for the winds’ cruel pleasures,
set souls free into the confusion of delusion.
Bewildering, common clockwork quirks.
Like alcohol the madness adds zany gladness
to a cocktail of despair and desire for apparent desire.
The morning rooster will become a crow
tarnished with tears of hallucination.
Childlike, each god smirks.
In the pursuit of perfect perfidy,
he lets the truth
of unquantifiable love escape a royal mind.
So two glib daughters praise with profound shallowness;
these are rewarded.
The third is punished for her honesty.
Dukes duel and death descends to feed on insanity.
Is that the fate of humanity?
Madness is addictive and self-multiplying,
a demon implanted by demons. It irks
him so much to demand cliffs to jump from.
A thousand tricks
ensure the poor fool’s wish is in vain.
The cliffs disappear to the blind man.
The gods refuse to remove their perks.
He dies. He wakes.
The sky seems stained with stale blood,
the ground awash with mayhem’s flood,
Noah already dead. But why the talk of Christianity,
when pantheisms cause insanity?
The misunderstood dies. They die. He dies.
Next what?
For 2011 Feb 28’s article and that of Mar 31, see the appendix later in the blog.