From the Workshop of Philippe T. Levy, Poet Extraordinare,
Undoubtably his greatest Work:
THE
SHIT
PANTSING
EPIC
My musings, muse, have brought me to thee thus
My inspirations, I ascribe to thee just
In Truth!
I see to tell as such
for that I may with wanton lust
of Life! of Truth!
Let me tell the tale, lifting said
veil
to which we blind these eyes, mortal eyes
binding!
Forever to our Earthly expanse, expansive yes but not without to which expanses may be as such
Enough!
Let the poem begin.
[In this portion of the poem, Levy handedly lays our scene. It is the beginnings of a truly magnificent epic, one with wit, charm, subtlety, humility, arrogance, and a pronounced resolve to justly describe the agonizing human condition and all it represents. Truly wonderful.
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T’was once
Chaos.
Black, binding, and blacker still filled the void
until
From Above!
(Above!)
There came a thundarous a’roaring, a roaring of which that was, thunderous.
All was silenced.
From this silence, thus emergéd noise
For noise we know thus to be silence
and silence noise
and so on
and so
forth! Forthwith! To which the silence became noise.
Noise that was once of silence thus became
noise.
The ungarded parade
The dreadful balloon
swelling of noise
In this void
there came growth
of sorts
things grown
in a finite time
but what time
can be the time
for such?
NOW!
Was the time that such emerged, and thus emerged was such.
This time for growth
This tyme for growth
Grow!
[Levy’s second brilliant preface ultimately adds to the preface of the previous preface, namely nothing. This nothingness added to nothingness clearly was a metaphor for the most certain frivolous injustices Levy saw around him on a daily basis. Through this illuminative interpretation his work’s relevance increases tenfold. Stunning.
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[Books one through seven hundred and twenty two of Levy’s initial volume are broken into smaller, free verse poems that describe the remainder of his seven hundred thousand prologues, before the final cataclysmic one worded finale.
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Book One:
Life
An enigma is it not?
Mysteries of mystery, but an answer
Will
can it?
Be it?
(Found?)
It will be answered, the call.
It will be answered, but not by all by me! I shall
fabricate
for the senses
I shall
compose
for the emotions
I shall
write the answer and it will be such!
Then our search will have ended, I will end it with self imposed truth.
Truth.
BOOK ONE
ORATION TO THE CREATION STATION
HARK!
And thus there was Light.
The divines released divinity from that realm, the realm of all divine, and The EARTH emerged
T’was magnificence, none can doubt
of that Earth, the Earth thus brought about
The Firmament
The Seas
The Trees
The Bees
ALL
was created in a moment of moments. And the Lord Sayeth:
“Examine What I Have Created! Truly It Is Of Godlyness, Is It Not?”
Thus spake the Lord.
But no one was to answer his elation.
Anger!
Rage filled the Lord, for no one existed to offer praise.
Thus the Lord Sayeth:
“Thus I Shall Create Beings Worthy Of Praise To My Worthyness!”
Thus spake the Loard, and He created the cosmos to offer Him duly earnéd praise.
Angels were the first creation
Created upon that faithful station
they worship and prayed
continual devotion, theirs was admirable
though encumbered were they by large, feathery wings
the purpose of which is not clearly known
for the Lord worketh in mysterious ways
BUT THEN
there was a Dispute
An angel thus, attempted to Refute
the ways of God, his demand for praise
And said “Nay! This life of lives
unfit for me thus! Disobey is my quest,
and to be the do’er o’Ill my gaine.”
And many angels thought this to be a good idea.
BOOK THREE
THE
SATAN
FRUSTRATION
What to do with disobedience?
The Lord Pondered.
In infinite wisdom, thus he decreed
Satan, thou shall be Freed!
TO A LIFE OF TORMENT
in a realm to call your own.
For your disobedience, I make ye a God to rival my Power.
So banishéd quickly are ye, for I must shower
my New Creations with gifts. They will never be as thee
and shall be ever faithful, ye shall see.
BANISHéD!
