The New McCarthyism

by Caud Sewer Bile

McCarthyism is alive and thriving in the land,
but now ironically it is the left that’s going mad.
The leftist gangs see red beneath the beat of every heart,
and, like fanatic Red Guards, long to tear each soul apart.
This is the law of groupthink, the oppression of the mob,
that throngs the social media with one fierce, loathing throb.
Witch hunters crowd the landscape with their vile concentrate,
attacking anyone who doesn’t pander to their hate.
At times, like these, it doesn’t seem like love is strong enough,
and yet what more than love is there to fight their evil stuff?


Hate Crime: 57-Year-Old Man Attacked in Melbourne

by Walibee Scrude

“The condition upon which God hath given liberty to man is eternal vigilance.” —Philpot Curran

Conservative Australian pundit, Andrew Bolt was struck
by violent antifa fascists in Melbourne this week.
Masked thugs attacked him with a glitter bomb they had devised,
a nasty mixture made of glitter, shaving cream, and dye.
He first responded with a wild swing while being shoved
into a pole and over furniture. He was roughed up.
His suit was ruined, he was bruised, and treated hellishly,
by savage, leftist goons and their abusive relishing.
But he recovered and struck back with everything he could,
against the free-speech haters, and he chased them from the hood.


Shakespeare in the Dark

by Cawb Edius Reel

In Public Theater’s Free Shakespeare found in Central Park;
this year “Julius Caesar” is the play that’s made its mark.
The Donald-Trump-like Caesar has gold locks and wears long ties.
Calpurnia is draped and sounds Slovenian emprise.
The poet Cinna is attacked and murdered by the mob;
the whole a rather strange concocted irony kebob;
because the drama shows similitudes to brutal truth,
assassination by the actors, hints of John Wilkes Booth.
The tyrant has become a god, republic overthrown,
and ever-present threat of mob dictatorship is shown.


Bruce Dale Wise is a poet living in Washington State.

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5 Responses

  1. Evan Mantyk

    The Ides of Trump

    Should Trump not feel quite proud to be upon Will Shakespeare’s stage?
    Are not American and Roman torn from sim’lar page:
    A triumphing Republic torn up by inner strife,
    A hero rises from its midst and seems more large than life,
    A monarch in the making and an empire in the wings,
    These are the deeds of great men that the Muse can’t help but sing,
    A credit to Lord Shakespeare and a credit to Lord Trump,
    For to what higher mortal heights can men expect to jump.
    Of course the king should watch his back and that for Trump is true,
    The next step then is that the Ides of March we must undo!

  2. Cawb Edius Reel

    Nice line, Mr. Mantyk:

    “A monarch in the making and an empire in the wings…”

    Of note are the following lines from Shakespeare’s “Julius Caesar”:

    Cinna the Poet: Truly, my name is Cinna.
    First Plebian: Tear him to pieces. He’s a conspirator.
    Cinna the Poet: I’m Cinna the poet. I’m Cinna the poet.
    Fourth Plebian: Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad
    Cinna the Poet: I am not Cinna the conspirator.
    Fourth Plebian: It is no matter. His name’s Cinna.
    Pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him going.

    Gaius Helvius Cinna was a neoteric poet who was mistakenly killed at Caesar’s funeral according to several ancient sources. Catullus praised his poem “Zmyrna,” nine harvests and nine winters in the making. Here is a 100-syllable prose piece out of the cahiers of Aedile Cwerbus, a lover of Latin verse:

    “Cinna’s Zmyrna, like Gray’s Elegy, took a decade to compose; and now no book contains it. Nobody can decode its recondite lines, less read than German Lit’s Opitz or Lycophron’s Alexandra, containing prophesies of Cassandra; because it has vanished permanently. Only it and its author’s name gently occur occasionally, out of reach, on the sands of time’s ever rolling beach.”

  3. James Sale

    I am not sure that the Republic is over yet, but I love the idea behind Shakespeare in the Dark – and the title as well! Nicely fused.

  4. Aedile Cwerbus

    Of the poetry I send Mr. Mantyk, he prefers the shorter or the polemical pieces. Of these three, “Shakespeare in the Dark” is the most successful, the other two, mere polemical sketches. You are, of course, right (on target) about the title. By the way, published elsewhere, line 4 has been altered to “Calpurnia is draped and peals Slovenian reprise.”

    As for your first comment, there is little doubt America is still a republic. Shakespeare, of course, in Elizabethan and Jacobean England, observed the evils of tyranny, and was well aware of mob rule, which plagues America and the United Kingdom now, even as it plagued Rome back then.

    Now Julius Caesar was, in a large sense, partially responsible for the demise of the Roman Republic. He was also one of the greatest prose writers of Latin literature; “Bellum Gallicum” and “Bellum Civiles” are among the great works of World literature.

    Little of Caesar’s poetry survives, but, thanks to Suetonius, we have the following striking dactylic hexameters, which I have responded to elsewhere.

    Tu quoque, tu in summis, odimidiate Menander
    Poneris, et merito, puri sermonis amator
    Lenibus atque utinam scriptis adjunta foret vis
    Comical, ut aequato virtus polleret honeore
    Cum Garaecis, neque hac despetus parte lacere.
    Unum hoc maceror, ac doleo tibi deesse Terenti.

    I can count on one hand the number of poets who have responded seriously to Terence, and Julius Caesar is one of them.

  5. Esiad L. Werecub

    I am thankful we have the nearly complete “Dyskolos,” the one surviving play of Menander [discovered in the 20th century], with which we can compare the six plays the short-lived Terence wrote.

    I did catch, by the way, that Walibee Scrude is mocking the obsessively benighted, Orwellian phrase: “hate crime.”


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