Proudy Raise All Bananas

I don't remember where this came from, but it seemed like fun.

O All End

& thus concluded, fiction

(last) stirring, hanging,
yearned to extinction,
occasions livelier introspection,
closure, quietus to critics,
than academic detail.
Blessed exhaustion fascinates
reflection on the literary canon.
Many a Harvard professor,
tenured, curiously valedicted,
not to mention no few
Germans (their legendary
generosity), rewarded insiders
with a conviction of expression
stripped of all English renunciations.
From 1906 to 1927 such
texts nakedly decorated
psychoanalysis through bitter
scores of unhappy, persistent
20^th century plots. Mere
mockery of Victorian etymology
rang like onomatopoeia in lesser
permanent groups’ collected achievements.
Teaching eventually rendered all laughable.
Slippages in grammar, disreputed
style, & misused, irrelevant
dissatisfaction mocked its own
buckling, comical automatisms.