The word "potpourri" means "container of things that can be poured out," usually a mixture of small things, such as a potpourri of flowers or a potpourri of mixed beans. I first used the label for my file of segmented parts of my own illustrations, such as skies or heads, which might be re-usable in other of my images. Afterward, I used it to mean my mixed bag of works for my blog. -Roberta

Friday, July 30, 2010

Argument Between Pompous and Facetia

Here is one of mine which was printed in "Hello Poetry" online magazine. Since writers maintain all rights when published there, I decided to use it for this month's New Potpourri.


Roberta SchulbergGoro
Written March 6, 2008

Argument between Pompous and Facetia

"Oh God, no, not another shallow rhymer,
fitting each word to its neat little place.
Oh God, no, not another painterly composition
with planal directions going round and around or leading that way and this.
They did that in the past; get to the new.
Make sure the reader or viewer knows that the masterful
knows more than than the masterful lets through out.
Disdain extenuating weakenings caused by straining for clarity
or unnecessary exertions in expressions of cohesion.
Words, though plain, arouse astonished wonder by nonchalant impenetrable shufflings.
Be clued-in, be bold, be tough and show it when you sculpt the clay.
When shaped, use your trowel to scratch the surface conjuring even more obscurity.
Toss it off in broad strokes of masterful negligence.
Be above the miniscule.
By these means show in shadowy hints the profundity that winks beyond merely ordinary restrictions.
Break the barriers, fly the constructive. Those old shackles lie about the world.
Show you ain't no conforming sissy.
Display in impatient referenceless strokes
Your forceful awareness of the world as known."

Such a world as shows no evidence of form and structure in living creatures;
no effortful eons of evolution.
Forests have no ecology and laws of nature are not binding.
Mind never happened, spirit's a farce,
unions only expedient plottings.
Lessons of history describe the disruptive;
it's what you grab and who you club;
others are only take or be taken.
Show 'em who's boss,
stash it away,
it's dog eat dog until there's nothing.
Shake it all up; break it all up.
It's only entropy."

1 comment:

  1. Roberta,
    What a fine poem, I love the two voices and the fun of it all. Really enjoyed this, I have a smile on my face, it has warmed my soul. Thank you. Maire