Stop all the clocks (again)

Tuesday, 21 April, Year 7 d.Tr. | Author: Mircea Popescu

Since I'm still mourning my own earlier death at the hands of sexual justice personified in stupid, allow me to fix, upgrade and improve Auden's rather gay verse. For I'm not a tired old self loathing alcoholic fag but a successful and happy slavekeeping narcissist, and his stuff really isn't good enough for my needs.

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent each dog from barking with your own hip bone.
Break all the strings, drill out the tuba and with muffled drums
Bring out the coffin, set ablaze the slums.

Let halves of aeroplanes turn overhead
Their smoking, broken cockpits dripping "He Is Dead",
Put dark crepe bows through every single feather of each single dove,
Gift each policeman one black velvet glove.

No further want for stars, go put them out ;
No roundness left for Moon, the Sun we'll do without.
Go pour the ocean in a cup and let it be misunderstood
After today, nothing can come to any good.

There can no further be such thing as song
I thought that love would last for ever. I was wrong.
It's time to swallow caltrops and wash them down with bleach
There's scarcely any further point to speech.

The sea you see was gloomly cried in place,
There used to be much sweeter water in that space.
The eagle's flight is broken and all geometric figures shattered
There's nothing left in place of all that ever mattered.

And so goodbye, there's nothing left except the time to die.

UPDATE, April 25 : So apparently this thing got read! Contravex, The Whet and here's mine.

Category: Cuvinte Sfiinte
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10 Responses

  1. I took a shot.

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    Mircea Popescu 
    Saturday, 25 April 2015

    Wow this thing is even more unsettling read outloud.

    That is an excellent read by the way.

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    Mircea Popescu 
    Saturday, 25 April 2015

    & updated.


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    Mircea Popescu 
    Monday, 27 April 2015

    Pretty cool!

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