Gilded Revolt
From Marie Antoinette to Marx
In the debut gleefully goldenly
landed in the lap of luxury
a Patrician class is always problematic:
[gilden] AGE slept
not slept, moved
but hypnotized
and REVOLUTION leapt
Une femme enceinte
But ingénue and debutante
with fruits developed from
stardust pregnancy
as much so as the tree developed
from stardust:
figure-headed in vestibules
privacies in boudoirs—
gloated feral from the first
this was the new heir.
POPULATION.
The August Ones
or the People.
They are the luminosities,
the shining ones,
brief as fireflies
densities, the populations’
light-pollution’s
looting:
crowds and singularities
REVOLUTION
mourning tartine une femme enfantine
astonished by a childish taste
[for cake] brought back to a memory
playtoy jouxjoux dreamt up at teatime
in cradled boudoir crinkle of bonbons
comme le pauvre dauphin bleu
rose marble cake contest
de marie-antoinette
AKA La Chienne d’Autriche:
rose bubblegum in the
pink marble vein
village pleasure-place
children’s village
let them chew bubblegum
lieu de plaisir, aire de loisir
philosophical even
The Baroness of Aulnoy
sometimes referred to as
the Prawn Fairy
wrote some of the craziest
wildest fairy tales you’ll read.
C’est le coeur du garçon
conservé dans une bouteille...
REVOLUTION
mais alors chez les viennois
mozart moments such temerity
we all know that despite appearances
there are feral ombres...
SHADES N SHADOWS
L’Autruche de Vienne
like an indulgent smile
enchanted and delicate
plays its politic
the wood of the harpsichord
can hardly barely be seen
encased in bright couches of gold
wise in trickery polytropical
CELLO BURNISH ON BRASS
WOODWORK it’s just
Icing on the cake
(so we call it)
pour proletariat at their anvil molds
poor slaves of the Court
or slaves of the System
chorus of the subjugated
winding around gilded ages
hysterically organizing possibilities
in gardens midst fountains
finding buddhic calm in
deep pastels.
I just needed
a place to escape to.
The Bitch of Austria
and the Ostrich of Vienna
got together
to hear some music
in which
there were too many notes
for the mind to follow
doorways and stairwells
vestibules and boudoirs
corridors corridors and corridors
they were longing pining bored marvelous
Deathhead Ennui does a widemouthd yawn:
one cunning day marx will come
cuttingly
and we shall be robespierre’s
jeffersonian democrats
hunted by a new kind of patrician.
and the dolphin’s heart
will be conserved in a bottle
About the Creator
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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