Vaudeville Clowns Of Fate © Surazeus 2026 10 29 Diverted by wisdom of horoscopes, he rides the wild-winged chariot of time to chant sharp spells with rhetorical zap that demask spies in Museum of Truth, trapped by bland interchange of morbid thoughts when dancing unrestrained in bitter joy. Gone homeward to the land of broken masks, after fighting against cruel tyranny, the prophet flies gray airplane beyond Heaven to visit every college in the woods and discourse on the valid route through Hell that angels trod to transform into gods. With wagons of encyclopedias the lonely prophet of the Promised Land knocks on doors of housewives after the war but they refuse to buy gold-lettered tomes, which leaves him stranded on the windy heath as uncrowned salesman of forgotten truth. Startled by cataracts of brave applause that resurrect the vaudeville clowns of fate, the lonely jester wearing suit and tie counts all the land deeds he has won at cards, but never visits those abandoned farms where devils hide wingless horses in eggs. No god invented from his memory haunts churches and cathedrals before dawn as faceless saints that gamble for the chance to predict the future in how birds fly, while tax collectors search the empty fields for skulls of prophets that refuse to sing. New index of his power transcends fear when he plays auctioneer of treasured lies, dispersed as payment for quick services rendered with the sentiment of clerks who program computers to calculate amount of faith left in our heart accounts. Through exegesis of his puzzling jokes we analyze his false biography to glean conceptual clues of ardent faith that help us decode riddles of his spells based on defiant paradox of love since he hides in the world he sings about. No grumpy old man on the windy heath shouts about injustice loud as King Lear, except the Everyman with offices above the bank whose business acumen provides framework for him to purchase Heaven and rent crystal palaces to false gods.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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Thursday, October 29, 2026
Vaudeville Clowns Of Fate
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Orpheus strums lyre of Mercury while John Ciardi stands in Museum of Faceless Ghosts and recites his translation of the Divine Comedy for the hushed audience.
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