one word quinientos: gong
gadabout town,
Barris in his
will to live
wonders if this
one deserves the full
throttle,
or if titillation
has its bounds:
the company does him
favors,
while sucking the juice
out of his joie de vivre,
mr mucketymuck valentino,
mucking out the stalls
with Hercule,
amortizing the fleabag futures,
animating the frivolous climes.
Barris in his
will to live
wonders if this
one deserves the full
throttle,
or if titillation
has its bounds:
the company does him
favors,
while sucking the juice
out of his joie de vivre,
mr mucketymuck valentino,
mucking out the stalls
with Hercule,
amortizing the fleabag futures,
animating the frivolous climes.
Labels: this one's 500
posted by murat11 at 10:20 PM
6 Comments:
I guess this must be a Fortune 500 type, gadding about town, going full throttle, full of unbounded titillation when the company does him favors. But such jobs do suck the life juice out of any soul's joie de vivre. A corporate mucketymuck has to clean the proverbial Augean stables like a modern-day Hercules (although he needs the detective skills of a Hercule Poirot) in order to amortize away the future of fleabags in sub-prime districts while delicately animating his bonuses so he can skip the country and retire to more frivolous climes (tax-haven Caribbean island, anyone?)
A fun poem, for sure, for sure. And what does this have to do with "gong"? Well, maybe it's the gong show and the corporate mucketymuck has been "gonged" for bad behavior. Or maybe his very proper butler has just rung the gong for dinner, or maybe, just maybe, you're taking it from the sound and thinking of the economy going down the drain with a sucking, shlurping sound: going, going, gong!
Teresa: Proof positive that the poem is ever greater than the poet. The "conscious" invocations of gong and Barris and 500 were much more egocentric and pedestrian: Chuck Barris was the creator of The Gong Show and this was Murat11's 500th (a la quinientos) post. So, the gong post quickly evoked CB's name and his fictionalized "parallel life" as a worker bee for that most infamous "Company," the CIA. Worker bee assassin, as his fictions have it. Whatever the drift of this poem, it ain't an Ode to Joy, is it?
I wondered about Barris, but decided NOT to google him at all because so many other things were floating up.
Congratulations on 500 posts, bro!! We should hold a virtual party! I guess that was what was up with the paletas and the ghosts on Sunday, right?
Teresa: Notgoogling is always a good thing: leaves things for the imagination and higher exegesis. Thanks for the congrats: I decided to go low key on the milepost, as is my generally egocentric nature.
"while sucking the juice
out of his joie de vivre"
that. is. my. life. this week. LOL - Congrats to you on your five hundredth post and congrats to me because I haven't strangled anyone...yet. I am looking forward to students. Mucking out stalls with Herc got nothing on Tech training staff development.
Sister Dee, my prayers are with you. Training cats (what training us at the Instituto is like) can be a thankless (if simply exhausting) job, not to mention cleaning up after them/us (the urban myth of cats as self-cleaners is ludicrous). Here's to your joie de vivre being back in the juice in the days to come.
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