The Domhnall, the best of MacLeod
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I know it ranks pretty low on the things that are shit about the tangerine bezoar, but y'all have to read the inaugural poem—that's a thing? I guess it's a thing—by Famous Lyric Poet You've Never Heard Of, Joseph Charles MacKenzie. It contains such gems as the following:
LIKE I FEEL THIS WILL NOT GO WELL.
You can read the whole thing here. It is not a good poem.
The real comedy gold, however, lies in the website of Trumpistan's newly appointed Poet Laureate and State Propagandist. Go, feast your eyes upon the majesty. I understand that it may be hard to find a poet willing to write such a ballad announcing the crowning of our Orange and Saviour, given that the good poets mainly lean left, fed, as they are, on arts grants and food stamps. The best the Trumplings could do band-wise was fucking 3 Doors Down. But this guy:
Fortunately for all of us, an actual Scottish writer has responded, no doubt echoing the sentiments of most of his countrymen. After all, these are a people who famously welcomed Trump thusly:

Take it away, Hal Duncan.
From Scotland With Love
(For Joseph Charles MacKenzie)
MacKenzie, you poor man's McGonagall,
rank mediocrity of wank and shite
that Burns wid ca' a bawheid's doggerel,
Ah'll spit a rhyme for ye: Ye cannae write.
A decorated poet? Aye! A dick
drawn on yer foreheid wi an inky wid
be fine and fitting, a humungous prick
and fuckin big block capitals: NAE GUID!
Naw, wait! Fuck drawing! Wi black biro and
a set of compasses, ah wid tattoo
yer fuckin travesty of verse by hand
aw o'er yer skelped-arse face in blue
of Picts and fitba' strips, the Scottish flag,
so's every one ae us Jock Tamson's Weans
at wan swatch ae yer ugly mug wid gag,
boak like at reekin pants wi squittery stains.
Yer rhyme for Trump's inauguration wank?
Huv ye drunk his spunk? D'ye fuckin swallow?
Like pus squeezed fae a beilin pluke, it's rank.
Ye've pisht on the Muses and Apollo.
Best of McLeod? Don't make me fuckin laugh.
Yer tangerine nazi rapeclown's fuckin loathed
by Scots who mind when rebels wurnae naff
gold-shittered gobshite Emperors unclothed.
Wallace and Bruce? Did ye watch Braveheart then?
Rob Roy wi Liam Neeson? Yer a joke!
Try John Maclean. Nae bonny hills and glens;
try our Red Clyde, ye fascist fuck, and choke.
It's fit, but, ah suppose, yer numpty's praise
shid come in scansion painful as the worst,
the world's worst, poor McGonagall: the days
aheid, we'll aw be sufferin, fuckin curst.
And aye, yer Tumshie Trump Train's on its way
Towards it's ain disastrous silvery Tay,
And yer best hope, McKenzie, is yer shitty fuckin rhyme
Will no be remembered--
wi yon prissy-lipped and fright-wigged
fake-tanned baby-handit Nazi bandit's
treasonous dismantling of the USA--
Will no be remembered--
wi yon tragic bawbag's Special Day,
remembered wi Traitor Trump's Inauguration,
remembered wi the Death of a Nation,
remembered as a literary punch bowl turd,
to poetry as Trump is to the presidency: a crime.
--remembered for,
in the world's worst poet's words,
a very long time.
In cheerier news, Obama commuted Chelsea Manning's sentence. So that's something.
True friend of the migrant from both far and near,And my absolute favourite:
He welcomes the worthy, but guards our frontier,
Lest a murderous horde, for whom hell is the norm,
Should threaten our lives and our nation deform.
Academe now lies dead, the old order rots,§ The refrains at the end of each stanza are to be recited by the Inaugural crowd.
No longer policing our words and our thoughts;
Its ignorant hirelings pretending to teach
Are backward in vision, sophomoric in speech.
Now we learnèd of mind add ourselves to the crowd
That cheers on the Domhnall, the best of MacLeod!
LIKE I FEEL THIS WILL NOT GO WELL.
You can read the whole thing here. It is not a good poem.
The real comedy gold, however, lies in the website of Trumpistan's newly appointed Poet Laureate and State Propagandist. Go, feast your eyes upon the majesty. I understand that it may be hard to find a poet willing to write such a ballad announcing the crowning of our Orange and Saviour, given that the good poets mainly lean left, fed, as they are, on arts grants and food stamps. The best the Trumplings could do band-wise was fucking 3 Doors Down. But this guy:
One of my professors, an Oxonian named Charles Bell, indicated that some of my sonnets surpassed many of Shakespeare’s. Indeed, a sequence of 154 sonnets I had then completed later received First Place in the Long Poem Section of the Scottish International Poetry Competition.This is what I mean about how art under authoritarian regimes is typically Not Very Good.![]()
You have boycotted modernist so-called "poetry" for over half a century, but arrogant publishers have ignored your rejection of pseudo-intellectual nonsense in chopped-up prose.
Backward old elites have censored traditional lyric poetry because it clashes with their Marxist-totalitarian world view. The result has been complete censorship of traditional lyric verse and the loss of the ability to produce it.
Fortunately for all of us, an actual Scottish writer has responded, no doubt echoing the sentiments of most of his countrymen. After all, these are a people who famously welcomed Trump thusly:

Take it away, Hal Duncan.
From Scotland With Love
(For Joseph Charles MacKenzie)
MacKenzie, you poor man's McGonagall,
rank mediocrity of wank and shite
that Burns wid ca' a bawheid's doggerel,
Ah'll spit a rhyme for ye: Ye cannae write.
A decorated poet? Aye! A dick
drawn on yer foreheid wi an inky wid
be fine and fitting, a humungous prick
and fuckin big block capitals: NAE GUID!
Naw, wait! Fuck drawing! Wi black biro and
a set of compasses, ah wid tattoo
yer fuckin travesty of verse by hand
aw o'er yer skelped-arse face in blue
of Picts and fitba' strips, the Scottish flag,
so's every one ae us Jock Tamson's Weans
at wan swatch ae yer ugly mug wid gag,
boak like at reekin pants wi squittery stains.
Yer rhyme for Trump's inauguration wank?
Huv ye drunk his spunk? D'ye fuckin swallow?
Like pus squeezed fae a beilin pluke, it's rank.
Ye've pisht on the Muses and Apollo.
Best of McLeod? Don't make me fuckin laugh.
Yer tangerine nazi rapeclown's fuckin loathed
by Scots who mind when rebels wurnae naff
gold-shittered gobshite Emperors unclothed.
Wallace and Bruce? Did ye watch Braveheart then?
Rob Roy wi Liam Neeson? Yer a joke!
Try John Maclean. Nae bonny hills and glens;
try our Red Clyde, ye fascist fuck, and choke.
It's fit, but, ah suppose, yer numpty's praise
shid come in scansion painful as the worst,
the world's worst, poor McGonagall: the days
aheid, we'll aw be sufferin, fuckin curst.
And aye, yer Tumshie Trump Train's on its way
Towards it's ain disastrous silvery Tay,
And yer best hope, McKenzie, is yer shitty fuckin rhyme
Will no be remembered--
wi yon prissy-lipped and fright-wigged
fake-tanned baby-handit Nazi bandit's
treasonous dismantling of the USA--
Will no be remembered--
wi yon tragic bawbag's Special Day,
remembered wi Traitor Trump's Inauguration,
remembered wi the Death of a Nation,
remembered as a literary punch bowl turd,
to poetry as Trump is to the presidency: a crime.
--remembered for,
in the world's worst poet's words,
a very long time.
In cheerier news, Obama commuted Chelsea Manning's sentence. So that's something.
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Date: 2017-01-18 04:12 am (UTC)WT ever loving FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFf
I think the news about Chelsea made me happier than I've felt since before the election. FUCKING FINALLY.
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Date: 2017-01-18 04:20 pm (UTC)It's not very hard to write in an old-timey way if you have enough vocabulary and you're familiar with poetical forms. What's harder is actually making something that is good, and especially that doesn't sound like just an attempt at mimicking [insert poet here]. If there's anything I learnt from my teenage years, it was that.
I say this as someone who likes more "structured" poetry better than "chopped up prose", even.
It's not just the politics, either. There are plenty of poets who had awful political views than any self-respecting "Marxist academic" would dislike, and yet they're still widely studied within academia. How does he explain Ezra Pound, for example?
I also wonder about whether this Charles Bell is still alive and if so if he can be reached for comment about those lines about academia.
Anyway, thanks for this post. The bits you've quoted have helped me with the paper I'm writing and that Scottish response is making me lol irl. :')
(Sorry about the rant.)
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Date: 2017-01-18 10:45 pm (UTC)It's still hilarious but that aspect made it funnier and now it's gone :(
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