Go to hell, William Tell

I can not gather why you still come here

These rendezvous are patently hapless

Your appearing as arbitrary and shallow

As arrows in apples

We both know you don’t visit

To reminisce

On the poetry or the flattery

Why then, the shadow meandering?

Is the fear of slander

The reason for your gandering?

Be not distraught

Though it may sound bizarre

I wouldn’t be caught dead calling you

What you are

The only revenge worth having

Is the happiness I’ve lapped

In your absence

So I won’t be bending my spine

To opine to your crimes

This is a library not a trial

I convene with kings not squires

I fight wars not fires

(Started in the pants of liars)

You are but a smolder

Somewhere over my shoulder

The salt in the wound

That has long since subsided

My grenades are metaphors

My switchblade is a serenade

I would not waste my weapons

On little boys and their charades

So there’s no use contemplating

The strategies

No need for shields, no

When you can’t afford a mortgage

Much less a battle field

a. duncan, 2020

 


 

From Wikipedia

Coriolanus (kɒriəˈlnəs) is a tragedy by William Shakespeare, believed to have been written between 1605 and 1608. The play is based on the life of the legendary Roman leader Caius Marcius Coriolanus. The tragedy is one of the last two tragedies written by Shakespeare, along with Antony and Cleopatra.

Coriolanus is the name given to a Roman general after his military success against various uprisings challenging the government of Rome. Following this success, Coriolanus becomes active in politics. His temperament is unsuited for popular leadership and he is quickly deposed, whereupon he aligns himself to set matters straight according to his own will. The alliances he forges along the way result in his ultimate downfall.

The Coriolan Overture (German: Coriolan-Ouvertüre or Ouvertüre zu Coriolan), Op. 62, is a composition written by Ludwig van Beethoven in 1807 for Heinrich Joseph von Collin’s 1804 tragedy Coriolan.

The structure and themes of the overture follow the play very generally. The main C minor theme represents Coriolanus’ resolve and war-like tendencies (he is about to invade Rome), while the more tender E-flat major theme represents the pleadings of his mother to desist.

Coriolanus eventually gives in to tenderness, but since he cannot turn back having led an army of his former enemies to Rome’s gates, he kills himself. (This differs from the better-known play Coriolanus by William Shakespeare, in which he is murdered.)

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16 thoughts on “Go to hell, William Tell

  1. “I convene with kings not squires

    I fight wars not fires

    (Started in the pants of liars)”

    These lines…

    Let me go cry into my coffee for their brilliance and, dare I say it, unearthliness. This entire poem belongs somewhere in the stars, too stunning to reside among us mortals. I love how Rob put it—seething beauty, indeed.

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    1. Oh my God… Larisa. This comment gives me LIFE!!!

      This is fierce feminine energy right here and I am screaming and blushing maniacally at the same time.

      UNEARTHLINESS. I mean!! whaaaaaat I am not worthy of this level of praise but damn if it doesn’t make me feel like I could burn the world down and get away with it somehow!

      Thank you so much you gorgeous, intelligent, empowering creature. 😍🧨

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      1. On a side note—sometimes I get into the mood to listen to classical music so I can feel like a well-read and sophisticated creature. You, on the other hand, don’t even have to try. Sigh.

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  2. April, the magnificence of this!!! It took me a time to recover from what Rob puts so well, the “seething beauty.” I cannot help but want to be struck by your word-laced and deeply symbolic grenades – so mesmerised I am by their beauty. I watch them fall around me and marvel at their laser like precision. Or even better, I put myself beside you, and watch and help my twin flame throw those grenades.
    🦊🦢🧨♥️

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    1. Oh Rachel…. I need a sedative after reading this. Literally. I am melted into a puddle of lace and tui feathers on the floor boards. “Symbolic grenades”…. how perfectly stated. You manage, every time, to leave me blushing like a scarlet rose. If I haven’t told you 100 times already today, I am so grateful for your presence in my life. So grateful. ❤ xoxo

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  3. “melted into a puddle of lace and tui feathers on the floor boards.” I don’t know, but there is something incredibly appealing about this image. Like it belongs in a dark and mysterious story.

    No need to thank me or be grateful, your poetry is an absolute highlight for me and a treat for me to read. I am the grateful one xoxox

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