Wednesday, August 11, 2004

The Greek ficcione

On being told
that his
latest work had been
rejected for a
literary grant

Socrates
stamped his sandal
& stormed out
of the Atrium in
a hissy
fit of pique

muttering
something
about never being able
to trust
fucking platonic
lovers who were
always badmouthing
you behind
your back.

The mistake
was discovered an
hour later; but
by the time they
found him to
tell him
it was actually
Sophocles
who wasn't getting
any money

it was
too late.

To save face
the committee
of eminent citizens
pretended
no mix-up
had occurred
& announced
they were subsidising
Antigone. It was
a great tragedy.

1 comment:

Ivy said...

Heh, this is cool.