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Chant of the Ages (Metals)

More excerpts from my Bucolica

By Rob AngeliPublished 3 years ago • 2 min read
Sketch by the author

NOW PRESENTING: [enter Pastor Pisistratus trailing flock]

The Ages

OUT WITH! IN WITH!

[long time passing]

this is a sunny procession of cereals, gone in tandem with the war-march:

Bacchic seasonals proud in their harvest—

Gifts from abroad now

Therefore

Enough w/belligerent war-marches,

your germs and your steel;

Bye-bye to your Iron-Clad Chants;

may we welcome the touch of the soft things,

touch of plant and fur on flesh touch.

In Time:

out with the fire and the pox

with the STONE Age out with/in with

by throwing our mother’s bones behind us

the copper age bronze age iron age

enough of metal here and metals there

here a plow there a sword

everywhere a gun, bomb!

But a long time ago

when the plow-land Agriculturally aged

never before had been breached

she even told you to throw her bones behind you

when Great Mother Ground did not need to be forced

at sword-edge by plowshare or gunpoint at last

a long time ago

Where have all the Soldiers gone?

CUZ I’M NOT HERE TO TALK PRAISES

OF YOUR WARS

NOR YOUR HORSES

OR YOUR WHORES

but of the ground giving forth in free love the baskets of barrels of loads that to the flower children was a Paradise by GOLDEN Eden aged ripe and eaten soon spent to prevent stocked and stored in warehouses and pantries for the next newcoming SILVER age the advent of storage rather than soil or from the soil itself to BRONZE the proud or bellicose tarnish Noble but Savage so by progression of storage techniques Aging wine and cooked liver abundant in IRON as element cruel and appropriative life-span descent or ascent these hard men of metal with their stony hearts: these are the purported AGES in summary that we say the out with in with thing now with the sweetness of NEW AGE but again there will be the festival of war

MILITAT OMNIS AMANS

All lovers are fighters?

Every Lover is a Soldier?

Love is a Warfare?

[Out with/In with]

CUPID where were you?

My Bucolica is a modern reboot of the "eclogue" form originating in Classical Greece and Rome and much rehashed throughout all European literature. It usually comes in the form of a collection of shepherd's songs, dialogues, and stories featuring themes of love/desire, nature/the seasons, death/mortality, and the passing of time. It is often a playground to poeticize the animal world and humankind's relation to it, as well as particulars of the seemingly idyllic life led by simple shepherds and farmers in Arcadia. It is also referred to as bucolic literature. I wrote my Bucolica 2017-2018 in a mix of poetry and prose.

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Rob Angeli

sunt lacrimae rerum et mentem mortalia tangunt

There are tears of things, and mortal objects touch the mind.

-Virgil Aeneid I.462

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    Written by Rob Angeli