10 December 2009

My Barbaric Yawp

Light the way, ye writers, 
battle the grey imps of mundanity
whilst traveling on wheels of your creation
Raise high the hammer and shout:"I am the Wordsmith!"


Stoke your fires, heat your steel, ye troubled souls
Craft cupric lanterns, bronzed blades and arrowheads
Even horseshoes and chariot rims if need be,
Whatever carries your heart about the Universe

Bend the (s)words bright and true,
red-hot sigils of Vulcan hammered hard
to become beacons of Truth and Beauty
(of which Art is their intersection)


Forge dream-gates, the bookends of Janus
unlocked that your heart may unfold
and opening wide that your horses
leap free and loose upon the wor(l)d!


Argentine clang! clang! clang! of runic
hammers beating time of your quickening hearts
and voices ringing out from the page,
Challenging the sooty din of an indifferent world


Take the pen in hand, smooth your page,
ye who would craft their own Logos!
Release the hounds from within your heads,
go forth and pound the anvils of your keyboards!



15 comments:

  1. I must craft my own Logos and I wish these damn hounds would stop barking. However as a grey imp of mundanity I feel a bit upset at that call to battle.

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  2. "anvils of your keyboards." How true that is at (most) times.

    Nicely done, great use of parentheses...

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  3. Ahh the perils and tribulations of writing and finding words Irish!
    You conjure up a wonderful image, as always.

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  4. At first, I thought it said "craft your own Legos" and I was going to ask if you'd been talking to Oldest Son who, even at 26, still loves them. Don't worry, I got another cup of coffee and am cleaning my glasses.

    Actually, I'm the Wordsmyth, but we won't quibble over your spelling.

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  5. Are you calling us out with your crafty wit there Irish?

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  6. I now have a strong urge to quaff and then maybe nip out for a quick spot of pillaging...

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  7. I swear I'm pounding as fast as I can with these anvillic fingers!

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  8. And poetry too? Does your talent cease? Last two lines all I can hear is Christopher Plummer quoting Shakespeare in Klingon.

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  9. I enjoyed the poetry. Have you ever considered writing a quatrain in iambic pentameter?

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  10. This is a great site you have here. It's pretty funny. I have a humor blog as well and I'd like to exchange links with you. This will spread some traffic around between us. Let me know if this is cool.

    Jason
    HilariousHeadlines TALK

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  11. "the grey imps of mundanity" - this perfectly describes my struggling fourth division soccer team, Lincoln City, nicknamed The Imps. I'll bear it in mind when I'm back home at Christmas watching them toil at home to Chesterfield FC on a dull-skied, frigid English afternoon.

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  12. I don't know if I'm confident enough to call myself a wordsmith. Apparently, I need to work on my ego first and writing second.

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