The Death of Galahad: a poem written in English thought of as the common language of Europe.
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The Death of Galahad is one long poem. In it the Arthurian hero Galahad is a compromised contemporary of European man who is voyaging through Hell. His heroines, his army, his critics and his antagonists also inhabit the poem, in which the sordid and the sacred meet, the anxieties and conflicts of a failed modernity and a future ideal unde
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The Death of Galahad - Domenico Iannaco
The Death of Galahad
Domenico Iannaco
The Death of Galahad
a poem
written in English thought of as the common language of Europe.
The Death of Galahad
published in the United Kingdom in 2016
by Leslie Bell trading as Mica Press
47 Belle Vue Road, Wivenhoe, Colchester, Essex CO7 9LD
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ISBN 978-1-869848-11-8
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I. The ruin of Europe
i
Nobody was in Time in the beginning,
Nothing existed but
Light and darkness,
Dreams over the Void,
Nothing more - no burning core.
What is the first word of love?
Love, I said that it’s not our tale...
But still light is,
With its hues it shaped storms
Of rabid thoughts and was poured
In every mouth but our words
Are full of frauds and rob
The meaning which was pure,
A painted one, when the lines cross
The colours which remind of that
Time when there was hope
that something could have been born.
Another winter
Swollen with unusual heat
Passed away and I spent my energy
Among these firs.
I felt the blow
Winter gave and I thought:
"The cry of the land is what reminds us that
The mind of Europe
Has been defiled now because it was
Not much more than Western steam,
I sweat because I am the worst
Of a generation of bastards who conquered the land"
And I weep the condition of this Self.
Be strong my heart,
Maybe you have to tell
The same truth
In your words
And new gems are hoarded there.
The mockery
Speaks
About the simplicity of the way
But now I hear
What was mine only.
The new philosophers have betrayed us
And my realm is chaos.
The body of destruction is among us,
It is not a question of fire but
Confusion
Which hisses in different languages
And it is rich like a blanket of mud,
Left to root and take disgusting forms,
The sense of direction is lost.
What was the top is now at the bottom
Of the clay coloured pond.
The water is stale and doesn’t stream,
Like brackish secretion of a carcass
Hanging from the ass.
Dead bream hint that the stink is
The goal of life drying on
Shales of lore and gore...
Can you imagine what has no shape?
When you lose the landmark,
The shortcut is sad.
Mull over the lavishness
That is everywhere.
You’ll be disgusted because you are the heir.
I mean that
The world is rich
In feeling, sensations, everywhere,
But you are there
With yourself.
They lost their new way
Must everything come back to Christ?
The pursuit of Happiness is a fraud
Because you are more than an urge to pleasure
Spent in haste.
Men and animals
Are promiscuous here.
I can tell you who it was kept me alive.
If Christ is blurred
I can only say that I want to build
On the rock, on him and so
The key that is conscience
Will be thrown away.
An ancient knight, Galahad,
Will spring from my rage.
His mother was a fairy...
My feminine side...
A broth of thoughts
Is Galahad, is my cloudy mind.
The Conscience is Christian and
What I mean is that the body outgrew the mind
And crossed the line
Adjoining Hell.
What was Roman is in me.
But I have many voices.
My responsibility will arise.
ii
The dark splashes and moves ashore
Like a wave leaving
Stains,
Letting you think that
This tsunami screams.
It’s a way
Of saying farewell.
You believe in moving forward
And breaking the fence of what
A human mind was and
It’s rich, the taste
Which ticks among your teeth
You suck the melted juice
Then bite what you may not eat.
History? The drama of Adam and Eve?
The birth of Everyman is a real story
Because he thought he had come
After the man
And he was
A dream of gross supremacy.
He killed the ancient animal bond.
He was bald.
He stinks like a corpse,
Which is left to worms in copses
From which the smell is pregnant