Explain to me why I am awake at
in the morning, sharing my time with a tonic
what similarities there are between
and Marlon Brando.
Fuck, I hate Prometheus,
but I do love Brando.
I suppose that is a difference though.
Beatrice really is a lovely name.
Perhaps it is its
of consonants and vowels
that the reason lies as to why
it has not caught on as well as it should
and why I love it
as much as I do.
But back to Prometheus
as it is not too well known that what
led him to the tasks he is so
and written of
through the ages was primarily due
to his utter lack of acting skills
(unlike Brando who was a terrific actor)
(when he wanted to be, that is)
and his unfulfilling career as a motivational
It was his failure in both
and longing for universal acclaim
You see, he was always the charming
but no one ever took him seriously,
so the whole fire affair came
Personally, I am fonder
(as far as these mythological types
of that little devil Pandora,
yet I may be biased by
having spent time with her
on her estate
devouring in the virgin light of the new day
her lovely morning croissants.
Oh, how light, flakey and puffy they are!
And she serves them up on terracotta plates
on the veranda
if the weather is fair.
As a gentleman
and for the curious
I should make mention here of
how she has it displayed on her coffee table
and how small and surprisingly
transparent, and really
it really is.
So what is it about Beatrice
I find so compelling?
(The name that is.)
Perhaps the answer is in my tonic somewhere;
In how the ice collides cruelly against each other,
or in the sourly twisted lime,
or in the bubbles
gallantly in a vain effervescence.
Is there a clue which can found in Brando’s performance in
On the Waterfront?
Maybe it is the name of the daughter
I never had.
These are only Prometheus Ponderings
to waylay me from knowing
that the universe is too large
for any man
to truly envision
and too small
any god or conceited titan.