By Many Roundelays, a sonnet for Ludwig van Beethoven, and his Symphony no. 6 in F major, “La Pastorale”, III, Allegro, “Sturm” Our Earth, from space, goes spinning, Queen of Spheres, composing clouds in rounds of roundelays, so thrilling them they rain allegro tears all over greening fields by stormed-in bays. As stallions madly wing on lightning hooves, they beat the Seven Seas, and break the calm. They race to hem the hale moon in, that moves their fears to tear us from our smug aplomb. Our prayers are vain! They’ll never acquiesce in any urge to quell our fears of gales, our foibles sins to them, the stallionesque! For who can take to heart their stunning tales? If they run mad, though I may be God’s fool, would poets foam for them where full moons rule? Richard Vallance, © 2013
autumn haiku d’automne – Edvard Munch – scream murder = hurler le meurtre scream bloody murder on the charcoal bridge! are you insane? hurler le meurtre sur le pont gris foncé ! toi, es-tu fou ? Richard Vallance illustration, painting, The Scream (1893), by Edvard Munch (1863-1944) illustration, peinture, Le Cri ( 1893 ) d’Edvard Munch ( 1863-1944 )
spring haiku de printemps – lemmings leaping = les lemmings qui bondissent lemmings leaping off a cliff into the sea - sheer lunacy? les lemmings qui bondissent d’une falaise dans la mer - folie flagrante ? Richard Vallance I am astounded that no-one seems to get the pun in this funny little haiku and that no-one likes it.
Who the hell? Matthew 16:23 Get behind me, Satan! As madness burrows through the psyche’s realm, it means to chew her up and spit her out. I ask you, who the hell was at the helm? And who was God to prove, “What’s that all about?” It rankles me too few will dare to ask why some of us are sane and others not, why some are not, while some are called to task, while others see their faith is come to naught. If faith in God were not enough, then what in hell would satisfy our lust for love, and what in Heaven’s name has madness wrought to place us altogether on the spot? Since your concern was just an empty show, Don’t ask me why. You know I’ll never know. Richard Vallance, January 10, 2017
Easy Prey Matthew 18:12 What do you think? If a man has a hundred sheep, and one of them has gone astray, does he not leave the ninety-nine on the mountains and go in search of the one that went astray? Since Hell’s self resurrected on the mad, the sane dare not consort with the insane, unless they find themselves as ironclad in mind as soul to shear across the grain of equipoise and suffer the untold, to cast themselves on Sinai’s desert rocks, to wander off and stray beyond the fold where they’ll fall easy prey to Satan’s hawks. But pause... and ask yourself if you’d submit to humiliation, the same embraced by martyrs such as they, or counterfeit, and by the latter token be defaced. The wolf has left his lair, and shall attack the sane and the insane... and can’t turn back. Richard Vallance, January 9, 2017
Famous quotes from Latin authors in Linear B: Part B Translations: amabalis insania = adorable insanity Mater saeva cupidinum = the savage mother of avarice Nil esse in summa, neque habere ubi corpora prima = in the sum of all things there exists nowhere an abyss, nowhere is a realm of rest for primal bodies. Cuius, uti memoro, rei simulacrum et imago = An image of it, like an idea, as I recall (to mind)...