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Racine Marathon

Tribute to a reading marathon of the plays of Jean Racine

By Rob AngeliPublished 3 years ago 3 min read

…Moments trop rigoureux,

Que vous paraissez lents à mes rapides voeux!”

[moments too rigorous

how you seem slow to my rapid wishes]

RACINE.MARATHON.TWO.THOUSAND.FOURTEEN.YEAR.OF.

GRACE.in the time of septembral musts by John Root

eye of glory root of duty nice name for a

Racine Marathon some three hundred years later

for the court my danz for the poplo of faire france!

To this singing effulgence, three roots, if you will

My electrical singing which is speaking into silence,

La Cour, Port-Royal, le Théâtre, dist Rolanz:

Three factors, three racines, three roots if you will

which when growing and when branching so proud they spill

light in the time of septembral juices from which

to examine the grace of the verses and switch

with the pivot of theatrical reversal—

electrical speaking in silent rehearsal

it’s the pragmatics of Power & passion of Might

in the darkness of Morning & brightness of Night

the racine of the court the racine of the ville

the racine of the family racine of the hill

racine for the church racine for the king

but where is the real racine and what does he bring

for glory the sweet name of cruel duty even

set against an innocent love but is any

odd love even innocent if in ruins the

eyes of the graceful troyenne esclave

lowers, destroyd, enslaving slippery gazes

as if the whole war were right there in front of your eyes

a literary monument to the grace and the

violence of eros from your france dulce?—

Carry far from my eyes your sighs and your shackles!—

Racine Marathon, without rest for the wicked:

The articulate hysteria of the uprooted

whispering behind closed doors

symphony of cries

[how stuffy things are here

in the harem!]

Encounter

Recognition

FLAME

Flight

Exile [demise]

racine

how to find ready rhetoric

for emotional situations

hey, don’t blame the flame

so funestre, funeste,

so sinistre so blest

funereal

sinister

undressed

aman’s theatrical declamation

for jewish extermination

cuz everywhere you look they seek the

target of another troy.

to love or to flee

to burn or to freeze

to exterminate or not to exterminate

these are the questions

but where are the responses?:

with the anticipatory resolution,

in crisis and catastrophe..(?)

So darken me

brazen you night epitaphs, par exemple

LeRoy perched and voiced on the penchant

of duty and vice

the voice of vice

the appetizing whiff

of tyranny is balanced in these lines

[which]

pursue, pursue nero!—by the advice

of such advisors, by the counsel

of such counselors, pursue!

the secret dark and inner levers

the cerebral rhetoric of these lines

the million devouring mouths

the counsel of vice’s voice

narcissistic

You

perched like a puppet

who goes to the god of MORTZ

dishonour the bedsheets

deyzhonoray la coosh…

:voice of the confidante:

“4 Devoir cud you immolate

Ur daughter 2 the State?

The kidz of ur ennemis?

4 Gloire cud you send

Ur girl away

And rule?”

Obsession and compulsion—

Meeting and fleeing and flaming, wild-headed hearts

Encounter the recognition in flight and flame

As if the whole war was right there before your eyes:

Mourningtime nebulae, grey, defenestration

At coffeebreak day-lite by business relation;

Eros and Thanatos in perpetual play

With the love and the hate that dictates who to slay

Whatever they say of the insult or affront

Though she’s a slave she is still the one that I want

Queen of Palestine I must leave her contre-coeur

Despite all of our oaths despite all of our tears

Must renounce her ‘coz Troyenne must renounce her ‘coz

Queen ‘coz Slave often in declamatory trance

With her words like a chant, with her chant like a dance,

Portez loin de mes yeux vos soupirs et vos fers

May you scheme may you dream in your searching for heirs

Will enlace us in pity and embrace us with rage

In the corridors closed places and stifling age

Pursuing and ensuing ensuing and pursuing

Such libido—

Triangular theatrical formation

Exclamatory position

La Dame

La Flamme

Loved of two brothers

Loved of two comrades

Twin egg

Why do you hate me like that

Why do you love me so much

Don’t bind me in your flames/Don’t burn me in your chains

U

Fugitive moments

How fast u fly 4 my sluggish desires

TO.JOHN.ROOT.BELOVED.FATHER.AND.FRIEND.

RACINE.MARATHON.AN.DE.GRACE.DEUX.MILLE.QUATORZE.

love louis

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About the Creator

Rob Angeli

sunt lacrimae rerum et mentem mortalia tangunt

There are tears of things, and mortal objects touch the mind.

-Virgil Aeneid I.462

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