Artchil Daug


Pantomime Of A Madman: Vilification - Poem by Artchil Daug

We are obsessed with watching ourselves
in the channel of overexerted senses
a lighthouse that turned its beams
to the dark clouds hoping
for a reflection, for a bounce from
the void that it blankly stares at
from a meager position of an unknown
stranger lost in the sea of pretensions
with the hope of receiving the heirlooms
of the greatness in men driven by
the cunning of zeitgeist, and chanting
the poetic ejaculations of the self
as the source of meanings in prayers—
that old tradition in a bygone era
of fear and trembling in the sight
of one's pride singing
a banshee in the dead of night
when reason slept in the recesses
of the unconscious,
now the internet plays your face,
writes your imaginary world in blogs,
and recites your bad poems as if you matter,
a man that focused his eyes on the screen
showing himself focusing his eyes on the screen
showing himself focusing his eyes on the screen
showing himself focusing his eyes on the screen
showing himself focusing his eyes
on and on and on this badly performed scene in Citizen Kane;
I took your eyelids away so you can savor
the feeling of narcissism in the form
of ego masturbation through your eyes,
which together with your nose, I left untouched
so you can smell the delicacy of vanity
from the parts of your brain I cooked with the fires of propriety.

Listen to this poem:

Comments about Pantomime Of A Madman: Vilification by Artchil Daug

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Monday, August 20, 2012



[Report Error]