Racine Marathon
Tribute to a reading marathon of the plays of Jean Racine

“…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
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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