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Libertarian Shakespeare

Posted: February 12, 2011 by 7efellight in Poetry, Uncategorized

Plutarchic Shakespeare No. 7

Plutarch, of liberal instance, coming forth
In prose, historically reconciled
With fate, persuaded Shakespeare that more worth
Brief freedom has alive and undefiled

Than longevous disgrace enslaved. One must
Consider in accord with courage what
To do, by daily judgment deeming just
Those deeds that quicken liberty. So thought

The poet when Marcus Brutus he perused,
Not from the manly tenor of that book
Withdrawing. Civic wisdom was infused
Into his spine, which would not lightly crook

Upon consensus. Forcibly erect,
No slavish bent he’d suffer in defect.


Couplets on John Paulson

Posted: January 29, 2011 by 7efellight in Epigrams, Poetry, Uncategorized

In 2010 John Paulson surpassed his personal winnings of 2007, which were 4 billion dollars. Last year Mr. Paulson made 5 billion, one fifth of which came from 20 percent commissions, an amount charged by all hedge funds. He profited from gold, banks and oil.
The soundest market of probation flows
With Paulson’s capital where profit grows.

Actions of preference should never lack
Probation, in discountenance not slack.

John Paulson, chanciest in pursuit of choice
Resources, sees the fraud where men rejoice.

A probatory comprehender must
In constant shift of judgment put his trust.

Paulson, an oracle of timeliness,
Knew overvalued prices evanesce.

In timeliest hesitation vultures sit
Above the market as more firms unknit.

Paulson tenacious timeliness maintained
Who saw that mortgages were overstrained.

In tardy concord with judicious time,
The overpriced obtains as buyers chime.

The timeliest consonance with fortune could
John Paulson comprehend in likelihood.

In better timeliness betimes come forth
To prove among competitors your worth.

Learning on Stage

Posted: January 9, 2011 by 7efellight in Uncategorized

This is the first sonnet from Volume Two of Shakespeare Undiminished, which in all three volumes amounts to 900 sonnets. They will soon be offered on Amazon.

He waxed in practice for the work of plays,
Learning on stage the lore of mastery.
His playhouse offices, which won him praise,
Inured him to sonorous language, free

From prose. This actor, conning tragedies,
Long acts extended in his memory.
Distinguished by pentameter, with ease
The parts impressed on him their fluency.

Marlovian syllables in metre, those
For loud recital, vocally enlarged
His heart. He learned that semblant drama flows
In haste, oft memorably prescriptive, charged

With prompts. On the broad stage his vehemence
For words was far from donnish diffidence.

Jay Gould, The Speculative Ghoul

Posted: December 16, 2010 by 7efellight in Uncategorized

Gould tried to corner the gold market and panicked almost all the shorts when he brought the price to (1)55.

Fit to confederate a covetous plot,
Jay Gould, the speculative ghoul, appalls
Like adversarial Pan the market, not
From panic unreality the halls

Of commerce sparing. Gould, the ghostliest scare
Begetting, frighted subjectivity
Has piqued in traders. No response they dare
At fifty five, much worse ascendancy

Supposing. Mundane elevation he
Evokes for gold, metallic affluence
Deriving fast. The worldliest clarity
Not losing wildly, logic in events

He sees. Scared men may thoughtful horrors find
In him, unsettled by a sober mind.

Sonnet on Jay Gould

Posted: November 22, 2010 by 7efellight in Uncategorized

Pit Gould in war against a Genghis Khan,
And fiercer genius will be seen in him.
Raptorial comprehension in this man
Has made his name the glaring synonym

Of sharp success. Jay profitmoody Gould,
Comparing machinations, prosecutes
The fitter plot. Like Machiavelli, schooled
In circumspection, he discovers routes

That none has seen. Cognition in his sight
Becomes a vulpine sense, reviewing scenes
Of chance. In covert foxiness his right
Advancement runs by providential means.

The dodgiest fox all dotards would outface
In chancy stratagems against their chase.

This is from a play about Gould and Jim Fisk.Jay Gould