Song Dynasty painting of imperial examinations.‘Meritocracy’ and Other Poetry by C.B. Anderson The Society October 15, 2017 Beauty, Culture, Deconstructing Communism, Humor, News of Note, Poetry 14 Comments Meritocracy When the Left tries to cow us and trammel our prowess ____We resort to a stiff upper lip, Well aware that their winning will spell the beginning ____Of our comeback the moment they slip. If the Government makes us repeat old mistakes, ____Then our indolent selves are to blame, For the measure of worth on this planet called Earth ____Doesn’t favor the halt and the lame. The inveterate habits of cottontail rabbits ____Are completely conditioned by fear, And the best habitat for a maze-running rat ____Is a course where incentives are clear. Neither gender nor race should be cause to displace ____A contender who’s best at the game, And affirmative action will marshal no traction ____If all people are treated the same. But if anyone tries to disable our eyes ____So that what they present us is false, It’s our duty to fight the advancing dark night ____Insofar as our veins have a pulse. Advice to Immigrants When you’re in Rome, do as the Romans do And let assimilation be your aim, Discarding habits you’re accustomed to That mark you as a rustic zealous Jew. Renounce the foreign kingdom whence you came When you’re in Rome. Do as the Romans do And not what suits a hick from Timbuktu. Acquire a toga, Latinize your name, And lose the habits you’re accustomed to. But never rush to join a galley crew, For war at sea is sure to drown or maim. When you’re in Rome, do as the Romans do, And as for verse, don’t try to “make it new,” Since what exists has earned sufficient fame. So shed the habits you’re accustomed to, Submitting to the test of peer review, That all may know: at least you played the game. When you’re in Rome, do as the Romans do And break the habits you’re accustomed to. Predator Consider, if you will, the doughty Robin That tirelessly pursues his minor prey Across the lawn and at the forest edge. Precise as any tailor’s spinning bobbin, From daybreak till the evening’s final gray, He executes his fundamental pledge: To feed his mate and hatchlings on her sired. His beak is laden with collected worms And other morsels that compose his forage; This bird is for that very purpose wired, And let those slimy creatures come to terms With being hapless victims held in storage. I watched through someone’s kitchen window once A robin doing battle with a six- Inch caterpillar wrought from Satan’s forge. The combat, much unlike his normal hunts, Required he slay it with repeated pricks From thrusting beak: the image of St. George. When I approach, Cock Robin flies away, But not from fear—from legendary prudence. He wears an orange blazon on his breast, In contrast to his upper hunter’s gray, And we could do much worse than be the students Of birds whose luckless foes enjoy no rest. C.B. Anderson was the longtime gardener for the PBS television series, The Victory Garden. Hundreds of his poems have appeared in scores of print and electronic journals out of North America, Great Britain, Ireland, Austria, Australia and India. His collection, Mortal Soup and the Blue Yonder was published in 2013 by White Violet Press. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related 14 Responses Joseph S. Salemi October 15, 2017 Top-notch work, as usual, from Kip Anderson. I like the villanelle the best, but the dactylics of “Meritocracy” are delightful too — and well done, which is no mean feat for this meter. Reply C.B. Anderson October 15, 2017 Actually, Joe, unless I am seriously mistaken, “Meritocracy” is an exercise in anapestics (which is easier to execute than dactylics, just as iambic meter is easier to work with than trochaic meter). Nonetheless, I am gratified that you approve of these poems. Reply Joseph S. Salemi October 16, 2017 Yes, you’re right of course. I tend to disregard unstressed syllables sometimes, and just immediately begin scanning at the first heavy stress. My mistake. Reply Michael R. Burch October 15, 2017 C. B. Anderson advises immigrants: “Conform, and don’t write free verse!” Ah, but if European immigrants had followed his advice, we’d all be wearing loincloths and writing verse in native American languages! Reply C.B. Anderson October 16, 2017 Ah Mikey, Mikey, Mikey, I appreciate the connection you made to Ezra Pound, and I wish you a long association with him in the afterlife. Free verse, as Lewis Turco has explained at length, is an oxymoron. I also appreciate your disdain for Western civilization, without which you would never have penned a word or published a single verse. And I find it incredible that you seem unable to tell the difference between immigrants to an established civilization and conquerors of a culture that lacked any written literature. Wear the loincloth, if you will, but please allow us to compose poetry in established forms, and not give in to pandemic sloppiness. From one anglophone to another, Best regards, C.B. Anderson Reply James Sale October 18, 2017 Meritocracy – very funny. Really enjoyed this work: highly skilled and thought-provoking. Well done. And btw, your droll … ‘and I wish you a long association with him in the afterlife’ is also extremely amusing too. Reply C.B. Anderson October 18, 2017 James, For the last part, I suppose it was a roundabout way of saying, “Go to hell.” For the first part, I’m glad you appreciated the humor. Somehow, I can’t seem to escape that in my writing, but I suppose that’s better than being captive to high seriousness. Reply Nathan October 20, 2017 Mr. Anderson, I am intrigued by the “never rush to join a galley crew” in Advice to Immigrants. Would you mind speaking on what spurred your decision for this piece of advice? Similarly, and I mean this sincerely, how does the concept of the fall of Rome factor into the advice the character gives? How should one view the advice of the roman in regard to the historical events of the destruction of Rome — and what does this say about our current society? Respectfully! Nathan Dennis Reply Joseph S. Salemi October 20, 2017 Mr. Dennis: A villanelle has only two rhymes: A and B. You have to fill nineteen line-endings with them alone. Quite naturally this puts something of a strain on the writer, who must on occasion simply take and use whatever word will fit into the pattern. Rhymed poetry is rhyme-driven, no matter what they say in the workshops. The poem makes no mention of the “fall of Rome” or “the destruction of Rome.” Your question is rooted in the false assumption (a bizarre gnostic one promulgated by Leo Strauss) that every single word in a written text has a specific didactic purpose to it that has been carefully thought out in advance by the author, even if it is disguised or hidden. This simply isn’t true. Sometimes words or phrases are in poems just for the hell of it, without any hidden or special meaning that readers have to ferret out. Reply Nathan October 20, 2017 Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar? Nathan October 20, 2017 Mr. Salemi, While I do appreciate your thoughts on the matter, I believe the question was directed to the poet. I think it is best to let artists speak for themselves, do you not agree? C.B. Anderson October 21, 2017 Nathan, On one hand I agree with Robert Frost that, “Too much explaining can ruin a poem.” On the other hand, I am quite comfortable discussing my choices in “Advice to Immigrants”. Rushing to join a galley crew is just a bad idea; perhaps you remember that scene in the film Ben Hur. But as Mr. Salemi suggested, “crew” was one of a shrinking number of possibilities for the necessary end rhyme, and as things often go, the imagination supplies a plausible idea to justify the use of the word. Although I confess that the current immigration situation was not the furthest thing from my mind when I wrote this poem, Joe correctly points out that I made no mention of the fall of Rome (barbarians are not exactly immigrants, though immigrants at times may certainly be barbarians.) If my intention had been to suggest a direction for government policy, I should have written a poem called “Advice to Romans”. It’s clear, I think, that the most successful immigrants to the United States have been those best able to assimilate — that’s why it’s called the melting pot & not the mosaic or the collage. Reply Nathan October 21, 2017 Mr. Anderson, Thank you for your explanations; I always appreciate gleaning insight from an author where appropriate. Joseph S. Salemi October 20, 2017 Of course. Kip Anderson is the best person to answer your questions. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.