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Thursday, August 13, 2015

WOBBLE


I sing you these words of great renown:
Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down.

Whether nude or wearing a dressing gown,
Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down.

Furrow your brow with a thoughtful frown:
Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down.

In an ocean of wisdom your soul will drown:
Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down.

As sure as Bozo’s a red-haired clown,
Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down.

Shout it from the tallest tower in town:
Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down.

Wear this knowledge like a golden crown:
Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down.
Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down.
Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down.

[Image credit: The Life of JWo]

3 comments:

Kevin Kim said...

I'm imagining this being throatily chanted by a ring of slowly circumambulating Buddhist monks in a lofty mountain temple somewhere in the Himalayas.

Elisson said...

Great minds think alike, Kevin. That's exactly what I pictured as I was writing this.

Kevin Kim said...

Well, strangely enough, your poem does follow, sort of, the structure of one of the more famous sutras: the Heart Sutra, which ends on a thrice-repeated line:

gate gate paragate—parasam-gate, bodhi svaha
gate gate paragate—parasam-gate, bodhi svaha
gate gate paragate—parasam-gate, bodhi svaha


["Gone, gone! Gone beyond, gone utterly beyond! Enlightenment, hail!"]

NB: The "gate" above is pronounced liked the French "gâté," which as you know means "spoiled" (un enfant gâté). Korean Buddhists, instead of chanting gate, chant aché ("ah-tchay").

I don't know whether you plan on doing one of these again, or how closely you might want to hew to a sutra structure again, but the Heart Sutra also features the technique of chiasmus ("what is form is emptiness; what is emptiness is form"), which might be a hoot to fold into your verse.