Poetry Appreciation

SONNET FOUND IN A DESERTED MADHOUSE
Oh that my soul a marrow-bone might seize!
For the old egg of my desire is broken,
Spilled is the pearly white and spilled the yolk, and
As the mild melancholy contents grease
My path the shorn lamb baas like bumblebees.
Time's trashy purse is as a taken token
Or like a thrilling recitation, spoken
By mournful mouths filled full of mirth and cheese.
And yet, why should I clasp the earthful urn?
Or find the frittered fig that felt the fast?
Or choose to chase the cheese around the churn?
Or swallow any pill from out the past?
Ah, no Love, not while your hot kisses burn
Like a potato riding on the blast.

- Anonymous

A description of Nonesuch metaphor or Uni-verse.

Following the rhyming scheme ABBA ABBA ABABAB, this sonnet is a fine example of the nonesuch( Yamashita et al(2010), 23) metaphorical expression. This form has not yet been analyzed in much detail except by a few very notable scholars. Scholars who were notable enough to be not able to decipher simple verse of the “Humpty Dumpty” sort( which may be interpreted as nonesuch metaphor too, but is not).
Nonesuch verse has the flexibility of being interpreted as anything. Now the flexibility can be taken to be anarchy by those for whom poetry is worse than it is better. SO the interpretation of nonesuch metaphor is usually carried , often times, at the risk of sounding pompous- living in Pompeii( Alienofski(2034) , 42), as that of normal verse. Now this is not saying that nonesuch verse is not normal. Too often it is more normal. Just that its application is more universal. Nonesuch metaphor has also been called Uni-verse, but purists disagree( Singh(2311),41).

Taking the Sonnet, and reading it carefully line by line, one needs to keep in mind that the picture of the breakfast, the mad house, the desertion, is only that a picture, Maya, an illusion( Thakur et al(3012), 765). It is rather difficult to do so at first. The mind being untrained tends to follow the conjured up pictures a bit too closely. However, and this is one of the advantages of constant practice, specially under canine training( Fudge et al(2010), 10)which involve letting the mind go completely blank as the being listens to the poem, or even reads it, the facial expression has to be benign, contemplating a rotting bone- or dinner( whichever is smellier)and slowly one can ease it to fit any situation.

Quite simply take the example of the recent episode of “I am annoyed by Shakespeare and Company because they do not buy my unadulterated balderash” Blog posts were written, tempers were lost, post and ri-poste followed. The egg-like desire of wanting to be heard at any cost was broken by the marrow bone of indifference of the board members. Their mouths- as if full of a healthy meal of cheese and laughter( stronger than vitamin C so say doctors) refused to acknowledge the greasy meal of mutton( from shorn lambs, caught while playing among buzzing bees- an instance of nonesuch verse trying to obfuscate) likened to the semi-brooding and melancholy thought of those-who-wanted-to-be-heard( and will therefore be referred to now as TWWTBH). The only thing that kept TWWTBH going on was the Love of having their voices heard- if only by themselves, even though they too began to question the motivation- like a an urn full of earth- no use to anyone, not even the earth, or a fallen fig fritter- no use even to the humble canine on the floor. Or cheese rinds left on a churn unwashed for a lot of days. Like medication that has expired, the realized how completely worthless their burning feelings words- like potatoes left too long to roast on hot coals. The kisses mentioned are in a rare spirit of non-nonesuch metaphor , for they refer to actual good bye kisses.

This same verse can be used to adequately describe almost any situation, with an added condition that a canine mention enter it somewhere.


Ref:
Akira Yamashita, KVK Murthy, VMurthy, Alankrita Pandey (2010), Allegorical Boiled Eggs, Journal of Applied Dog Tricks in America, 13-56
Intellikins Alienofski(2034), Maybe Humans can Write Poetry, Bits of Intergalactic Literature vol 3 , 54-21
J Singh(2034), Anguish Ridden Barks, Bow Wow Rowf Rowf vol 567, 12-67
Pragya Thakur, Vasudev Murthy(3012), From Rupa to Maya, Strange Forms Beings Take vol 43, 764-766
Fudge, Jumbe, Rani, Dogs are more Philosophical than cats and Shhh we will not let the humans know, Canine Competence vol 1, issue 99, 1-500