Only in the crudest imitation---
uncouth, unread, bereft of preparation---
or in the verbal violence of reaction
can you obtain the kind of satisfaction
that pleases your "aw shucks" clodhoppery.
But one aspect you cannot quite escape:
your efforts are a kind of flattery:
lacking inspired originality,
you can compose only a parody
drawn in broad strokes from the chaotically
stirred turmoil of your damned soul's perfidy.
No matter the ardor with which you strain
to plumb its shallowness, it will contain
less human genius than God gives an ape.
J9thxciv
Read up on Peri Bathous but
Read up on Peri Bathous but could not find the text itself. Will try to search via 'Alexander Pope.' It should be public domain by now. (scratches head)
returning to online poetry, a nomadic journey
I have not found, nor read,
I have not found, nor read, the text of Pope's essay. Never could find it online. I just liked the sound of the title as a name for a hater, lol.
Enjoy effulgent days, and exquisite nights,
unto the exultations of Heaven.
J9thxciv [fkna, Starward],