Someone always finds something wrong—
Crticism is the antithesis of critique—
Rumination leads to rhetorical ruination
Under the weight of haughty hippos.
Torrential torment of the tormented
Imbibed as wine by the high and fine.
Necrotic members of the wine and dine
Internalize the intenstines of ignorance—
Zombified polterzeitgeist zealots
Engorged on a technicolor television theology.
Damnation is pronounced by the damned.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, October 15, 2025.
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There are those that look for the defect and then those that look for the horse under the pile of shit. I would rather associate with the optimist than the pessimist even though I might not agree. A great poem on the state of the critic, the last line. Those that look for every fault would find them in heaven and they are damned by their own attitude.
Exactly, Soren. You nailed it…those fixated on fault will even find it in heaven itself. I appreciate you catching the heart behind it, my friend. Always grateful for your read and analysis. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Always my pleasure Tristan. You are most welcome my friend
I've never found anything wrong with Popeye. What haven't I found wrong with him? Don't answer that! Polter-Popeye! lol.
Ruh-roh. Hehehehehehee! Where's waggy? Where's waggy.
Oh, Scoob you settle down now. Hi Orchi. Mum's the word. Here Scoob...a Scooby snack.
Yumyumyumyumyumyumyum. Rank you waggy! Rank you! 🤣
LOL! Polter-Popeye pops a pair of pickled, peppered, peppers. 🕯️📺👁️🗨️🙏
Scooby Doo's sneaked in now too! lol.
Powerful and poignant. You nailed it.
Thank you, Thomas! Glad it delivered! 🕯️📺👁️🗨️🙏
Yes, the keyboard warriors will get you, no matter how hard you try to get away.
Probably why they lead a mushroom life, the wee souls.
🤣 Now the shrooms 🍄 feel insulted! LOL! The wee souls indeed, with their mushroom envy! LOL!
Beyond yer backyard screamers, many find criticism renumerates nicely - that's my critique of Late Capitalism.
Another little sizzler which on account of (but not only) my affection for alliteration made it so enjoyable, Tristan.
Wellsaid, my friend. Your poem revolves around the pervasive nature of criticism and its destructive effects. It contrasts the concepts of critique and criticism, suggesting that the former is constructive while the latter is often detrimental.
You would be glad to know--the top three results when you search "Polterzeitgeists" are you! The negative ones will always see the negative...well done!
After reading the poem I ask myself- what do the critiques do?
I suspect in countless number of times, under the influence of the critiques, many original thoughts have been laid to prematured rest. While the essential aspect of checks and balances can't be overlooked, I feel, at times critiques stretch the 'checks' while they don't or can't reflect on the 'balance'. After all, if they could then they would have been original creators and not the critiques.
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