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Created on: December 19, 2010 Last Updated: September 20, 2011
The Athlete, the Poet and the Reprobate
‘I can’t decide, she said,
Whether you’re an aesthete
Or an athlete
A poet or a reprobate.”
‘Even when I’m a lout,
I’m an aesthete, he answered,
I lure, rather than seek.’
‘So why do you
Need to dress up?’
‘Like Ronald Firbank,
I suffer from a need
To give an outward show
Of my significance.
His lifestyle is an uncanny
Parallel
To my own young manhood
I alienated people
Through a crippling shyness
Which I disguised
With my violently idiosyncratic
Behaviour, wore cosmetics
And wrote novels
That reflected the luxurious
Lifestyle of a bygone age.
The sensation
Of never quite belonging
Lingered about me always
That’s why
I became an actor.
Through heavy experiences
I have built up
A stoned wall
Resistance
Against arrogance and aloofness
I am a sophisticated cynic
With a kind heart
And a tendency towards regret.’
Afterword:
‘The Athlete, the Poet and the Reprobate’
Was based largely on writings
Created possibly as early as 1976.
And as such, it’s been reproduced
More or less word for word
Despite having been recently edited
And subject to basic versification.
And in its original form,
It constituted some kind of
Unfinished fantastical novel
Centered on the titular
Athlete, Poet and Reprobate,
An absurdly self-exalting
Version of the original.
For within less than two decades
Of penning these self-same words,
I’d come to saving faith in Christ Jesus.
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