Apologies to Percy Bysshe Shelley

M. Francis Kennedy, Castlemaine

I met two letters from an antic man,

And said – “You vast and shrunk-less head of bone!

Rant in the desert…!” I read them, (I understand:

Half-drunk?) a shattered vision, lies, whose tone,

And cynic’s trip, and sneer of cold demands,

Tell that its author fell for passions (Dread?)

Which he revives, champing on these lifeless things

(This hand will mock him; ’tis my heart that said);

And on the letterhead these words appeared:

“My name is David Cunningham, King of Cringe;

Look on my Words (these Blights!) that declare:

Nothing decided remains.” Round on the decay

Of these colossal Wrecks, groundless and bare (-faced!)

The bone (-headed) and devils’ hands fetch truth away.

One thought on “Apologies to Percy Bysshe Shelley

  • October 12, 2018 at 8:40 pm
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    Typical response from someone incapable of rational discussion.
    When you can’t form a response which actually addresses the issues, butcher a classic poem and turn it into an ad hominem.
    (Argumentum ad hominem, is a fallacious argumentative strategy whereby genuine discussion of the topic at hand is avoided by instead attacking the character, motive, or other attribute of the person making the argument, or persons associated with the argument, rather than attacking the substance of the argument itself.)
    Only people incapable of discussing ideas and analysing arguments will be impressed.
    What next? Using creative dance to elucidate the mechanism by which CO2 magically warms the planet?

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