An Ode to a Pioneer Poet of Trials and Testimony.
Jennifer A. Fulco (Syracuse, NY). Writing poetry without compromise since my teens is what I do. I have the choice verse of rhyme in this century of the wrong time. In past issues of AD, the editor showcased more political and personal pieces of rhyme and free verse of mine. A poet of private protest, I remain and I am contented with not being conformed to conventions. Yet, what's big with Modern Verse is non-rhyming 'slick and safe' so-called poetry by the M.F.A. grads and their cronies. A B.A. in English with a writing concentration is the only thing I can claim to my lack of fame. You are what you read, hear, see, and express. Re-inventing myself with the free-thinkers of the past by merging varied concepts with my own imagination has allowed me to grapple and produce current verse. My own fodder and flux does appear without fear. To go against the current with unique expression is the goal of this poet. I process and ponder past pioneers to forge future fodder of my own poetry. My admiration goes to the 19th British Poets as well as pieces of critique and radical art like that of this zine editor, G.Tod Slone. "Those who are able to see beyond the shadows and lies of their culture will never be understood, let alone believed by the masses." (Plato)
An Ode to a Pioneer Poet of Trials and Testimony Francois Villon, a poet of the 15th century Was not of any classy royal gentry. His father was said to be poor, Yet, this didn't deny his poetic core Where son coeur was diamond strong, not coal And his energetic verse was his gifted goal. Francois among the truants, he was found And his rebellious wise words did abound For readers, laughers and losers alike And he'd never brag at a "Slam's Mike!" Those poser poets of today Are just mass made sculptures of clay. This poet's not afraid to get muddy And call non-conformists his buddy. His works are a truly-prized puzzle As with his pages poets do nestle. He speaks for many and himself As he's honored on my shelf. Villon's verse may be serious, at times, absurd-- Yet, as another poet, I cling to each word. Stevenson called him a 'gallows-bird'* And of his originality, I'm truly assured. Villon's concepts aren't all or as like mine-- Yet, still I respect his want to express line. Villon seemingly invented the vine-press** Only to retrieve words and to infinitely impress. Sober, I am and confused by his drunken lot-Yet, he's a famed French poet, which I am not. Francois' fine French appeared in the Middle Ages, Where his fervent phrases echoed from dungeon cages. Although any cranium could've guessed, His poetry was indeed an impish protest. For him, his readers, he need not impress to be liked, For Francois' versed ink quill was seemingly striked Against officers and law, thus keeping his verse raw. Farther further down, he was expressive, exiled and weak, Never out-distilled or vapid, his verse was yet unique. Certain scholars holler behind his words never minced And recall him as a poetic pioneer as avidly convinced.
*The Poems of Francois Villon by Robert Louis Stevenson
**Vine-press- my inventive metaphor for an invention to press the grape vines to produce wine-here used also a hyperbole.
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|Publication:||The American Dissident|
|Date:||Mar 22, 2018|
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