The Doctrine of Political Gibberish and Rampant Buffoonery

Summary

The website content presents a satirical take on the absurdity of modern politics through a narrative poem, accompanied by reflections on the experience of dreaming about political figures.

Abstract

The poem, titled "The Doctrine of Political Gibberish and Rampant Buffoonery," recounts a dream within a dream, where the narrator encounters a figure resembling a politician with distinctive orange hair. This figure, speaking incoherently about "Fake News," is eventually dismissed by the dreamer, who then invites the narrator to share the dream, emphasizing the need to avoid such unsettling experiences in the future. The poem is a commentary on the surreal nature of contemporary political discourse and its impact on the collective psyche. The author, Joe Luca, is introduced as a versatile writer with works spanning various genres, including poetry. The website also provides links to other poems by the author, suggesting a broader exploration of similar themes.

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The author conveys a sense of frustration with the current state of political rhetoric, describing it as nonsensical and lacking substance.
There is a clear critique of the media's role in amplifying political spectacle, as indicated by the mention of "talking heads" and "Fake News."
The dreamlike setting serves as a metaphor for the bewildering and often nonsensical nature of political narratives.
The poem suggests that the political figure's presence in dreams is an unwelcome intrusion, reflecting a desire for personal space free from political noise.
The author's tone implies a longing for more meaningful and less surreal political discourse.
The invitation to share the dream indicates a willingness to endure the absurdity of the situation together, hinting at a shared human experience in the face of political buffoonery.
The closing lines advocate for a collective effort to maintain sanity by avoiding overexposure to chaotic political narratives.

A Poem

I dreamt I had a dream last night And the dream I had was real It was a dream, that I once dreamt When life was less surreal.

The dream was not a dreamer’s dream No heroes did I see But as I dreamt the Dream awoke And it then frightened me

Be gone he cried, this is my dream And my dreams are not to share. Go find you own damn dreams And leave mine, to me here.

Whoa I said, it ain’t my fault That my sleeping drove me here I was watching videos late last night And it fucking ended here.

The News, the News was all I saw Talking heads were everywhere And one that drove me near insane Was wearing orange hair.

My God, the strands were three foot long And blown straight back to there And with a face that seemed like brass Alas, I can came straight here

He talked and talked but naught was said Such points were made bereft Fake News, Fake News, was all he stuttered Then exited stage left

A light went off above my Dream, He seemed relieved instead “I had that man, in my damn dreams Just before I went to bed.”

He smiled and said, “I’ll tell you what Since we’re both in such a state I’ll let you share my dream this night And will do so without debate.”

But in future please, when there is a dream Like the one that we’ve just dreamt, To keep us sane, we must refrain And never do this again.”

Joe Luca is a published author and writer of children’s stories, short fiction, non-fiction articles, screenplays and poetry. Including Child’s Life, Children’s Playmate and others. Thank you for stopping by.

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