The Great Beauty

The Great Beauty by Odin Roark How short lived This laughter made for releasing Buried in the tragedian Locked in the universal clown costume We You and me We might watch Fellini’s balloons part But the message of La Dolce Vita Has faded into paparazzi history Or perhaps Never was But Taking up the Master’s baton Paolo Sorrentino runs like a gazelle His Great Beauty Revisiting the question A man lent to us Provides a moment Where one’s man for the ages For our lifetime A sufferer for both woman and man Torn between the paternal instinct And imagined freedom… Becomes alone Yet all-embracing Such a price We might say Italy’s microcosmic decline Man’s countenance on trial His worth awaiting A Christie's auction Everything with its levy Yet What price the good life? The good life seldom realized? The kind lived Then rebuked in The Great Beauty? Oh to seek The unanswerable Not the self-cocooning Of “I know” And the peace of inner-nothingness Sublime’s secret Like Sorrentino’s protagonist We all live in bubbles The question is about choice Your bubble Or Mine?