The Greater Gatzby - A Dichotomy
Our Poetic Child.
The 2nd Generation Wordsmith.
An Enduring Mellifluous Ensemble of Depth & Longevity.
Why we chose the very inconspicuous difference in spelling Gatzby with a “Z” in place of the ubiquitously known “Gatsby” with an “S”?
The protagonist of the book the cult classic novel called “The Great Gatsby” entails a cautionary rhapsody of a poor boy who by the golden touch of fortune & favor, inherits a gargantuan empire.
But the poetic spin to the tale is the flip side to hosting ostentatious parties, romancing vanity & the fickleness of fame, acclaim, a fleeting game.
Basically, the perils of pursuing vain glory.
Gatsby, the lead character, was addicted to hosting parties at his mansion and recurrently painting the town red in order to remodel his bruised & innate need for authentic love and regard he tirelessly sought.
This farce of clustering accompaniment was dispelled and demystified when the frigid cold sketches of human nature were depicted in a scene where lying in his coffin Gatsby only bequeathed a single friend from the multitudes that feasted at his magnanimous expense at his mansion yesteryear.
His obsession with etching a new status with this name sparking royalty was to will in a new surrogate reality of appearing to be an heir of an “old money” empire despite earning his money through duplicitous manner hence society would call such an individual with a derogatory slur tagging such an individual "new money"
, all to reconcile with his childhood sweetheart who loved the glitters that gold brought.
The protagonist of the book, Gatsby was a conundrum. Ironically, he didn’t consume alcohol at any of his parties and maintained anonymity in the shadows while he hosted the rowdiest parties of New York.
His need for validation & impaired decision making was the undoing of this conflicted grey character.
To dissect the anatomy of the inclinations that led to his downward spiral:
He was a conflicted being where his evil inclination pulled him towards the transient superficial shades of chasing the girl (Daisy) who was fickle like a butterfly and slipped away into materialism with the likeness of butter. He also placed great prominence to remain relevant among the socialites, chasing social status, all of which brought the envelope of tragedy to embrace this being of splendor, panache and class.
Somewhere he did have his virtuous side disdaining intoxicants like alcohol, but the highs of his life were trickier, like the sleight of an invisible hand.
His virtues were buried under the sparsely scattered mirage of glitters that this world hypnotizes the best of us with.
This world is a one trick pony, yet the trick of a “Burning Dark Desire” tears us down like a fragile fortress built with crumpled lopsided cards.
Now, our little son Gatzby, is named with the antithetical intent in comparison to the protagonist of the above-mentioned story.
We want our little one to chase depth beyond the dollar and emplace the value of royalty not in the likeness of superficial status symbols, a debaucherous lifestyle or a partner too caught up with these fleeting things.
His name poignantly breathes in the grim reality that, we have sadly grown up witnessing a bunch of shallow people who chase after coin & deals of evanescence, primal & petty behaviors that we wish to have no part with, striking overarching values of loyalty & a noble death in honor over stabbing each other in the back under any duress, pressure or temptation.
This regressive attitude has been the sticky shit to our shoes in this tainted embrace, where the lines of decency are violated for a crust of bread.
It’s a cautionary reminder to us and our son that we live in a tainted & avaricious world where the “Black money - Barbarian and the Bribearian” walk about with a swollen chest of conceit, insolence and pride, then bequeathing rebuke & pestilence from the Creator above.
Some earn 2 nickels at the expense of endless compromise and deceit but play the perverse flute of piety.
We wear black to defrock the seemingly revered masquerading white and believe we, the Wordsmith’s have been spawned on this earth to decimate the innards of the corrupt, making room for the wise & upright.
A mass sweeping of the Corrupt for the Honorable, upholstering the corpses of the wicked & treacherous with the foot of the one bound with Integrity.
We want our son to know that being a wicked serpent with some clinking stolen coin in his pocket holds no momentousness.
Though the one’s clanging around like a bunch of hyenas may look to entrap you by feigning to be on the meritorious street, but the end of the path is death and decay.
Gatzby must know this whole world is a narrow path & navigating through this street of vindictive hoodlums requires a multidisciplinary mind propelled by intuition and awareness of a Creator above to scale the thickets ahead.
We wish for our dear Gatzby to be a man of legacy and integrity, recognizing the Creator and must vehemently pursue an ethereal intuition above the cut to choose his inner circle with caution.
That’s the climactic extrapolation of our son’s name “The Greater Gatzby” with a Z and the momentousness of the letter Z in his name.
In a nutshell, he must be a lightning bolt (like the Z) to the grim sketches & corrupt skeletons that walk this world with a contemptuous snout of arrogance and especially the ones who seem to be directly in opposition to the 1st Generation Wordsmith legacy, which will be many.
The North Star of moral fiber, and it’s upholder even if it’s a path of solitude, sacrifice and war against the amplifying tide of the snowballing larcenous antagonists.
Tear them down altogether in one swoop!
Gatzby will be an Enduring Mellifluous Ensemble of Depth & Longevity.
A tiny checklist:
NO DRACONIAN DEALS/CONTRACTS!
1. Protect your free will, make no irrevocable draconian contract with any of the fly by night jokers who promise you the world/ material riches/ fame but demand that you surrender your free will/ rights/ controls of your mind & body. All the fools arrayed up in your lifetime who demand such an absurd ask of you, must be dealt with cold-blooded rebukes. Always remember, The bigger the star the faster they burn and history has been embroidered with countless talented aspiring souls these puppet masters/midgets have callously chewed & spat out bound in a draconian contractual agreement in perpetuity.
Stay a free-agent, keep your autonomy, make your own moves & the kingdom of freedom will be yours. They’ll beleaguer you to the last aching fabric of your bone marrow, but don’t budge unto death. It’s better to die a free man than a slave in fetters to such deplorable characters.
Hold your ground and the Creator will certainly flip your situation.
No illegitimate shortcuts/elevators to the top, take the stairs.
Just feed some slippers to the haters & naysayers but don’t be coerced under sarcastic societal pressure insulting you (secretly fanning) into choosing the worst for your life by impairing your judgment
2. These ass licking Crabs with Smiles are going nowhere fast. They belong in the basket of complacency and torment
3. Their black money shall get them slain citing the aura of disfavor that envelopes their far from blessed blood-dripping covetous steps
4. Watch how they crash & burn at the cusp of anticipated victory to pay them back for their prior misdeeds
5. Their deeds chase them like a cat chases a fat mouse
Poise, Patience and Tenacity, you’ll have your kill & you’ll have it whole.
To summarize:
Jay Gatsby is a wealthy businessman and millionaire in F. Scott Fitzgerald's 1925 novel The Great Gatsby:
* He lives in a luxurious mansion on Long Island
* He throws extravagant parties that last all weekend
* He's rumored to have made his fortune through bootlegging during prohibition
* He's mysterious and has shady business connections
* He's obsessed with Daisy, who he bought a mansion across the bay from
* He's a good person with good intentions, despite his suspicious means of obtaining his wealth
Gatzby, is an antithetical quest to the character above.
Being a good person with a good heart is the only attribute we wish for him to embody as is, but to avert disaster and tragedy he must go deeper than the tinsel and bewitching harp this enchanting diabolical world of trickery has to offer.
He must strive to be a man of poise and substance, an eraser to superstition and complacency.
Gatzby must be > than the iconic Great Gatsby.
To Consolidate himself as the undisputed…
“The Greater Gatzby.”
They’ll count on you to slip through the way, so I suggest you learn to skate, just like your parents.
Snakefang Society // Antagonist to Navigation
The conducive way for you is usually diametrically opposite.. to what society & “concerned people” pressure you to do, to what “they” so enthusiastically suggest.
“Those” who claim what’s best for you.
You’ll see a pristine sweat of frustration on their foreheads, when you set sail to an unconventional & unpredictable plan, that’s complex enough for them to not be able to ruin.
“See, your murderers come with smiles, they come as your friends, the people who've cared for you all of your life. And they always seem to come at a time that you're at your weakest and most in need of their help.”
Leave it up to them...
They'll place you with
( // poetry)
The wrong spouse
Cohabiting the wrong house
Living on "Wrong Street"
Spiraling down the wrong cubicle hole confused mouse.
Hugs and kisses in the ballroom
Gathering dirt these midgets, ballbroom
Begrudging buffet an uncalled foe obligation
Growth tampered with, synonymous to growing a Malicious mushroom.
I'm a sole proprietor
They seek to run me like a public limited company
Smiley faced Crabs like fake ass shell fishes,
Self-proclaimed Stakeholders, I wish them ceased & relinquished in my symphony.
A wayward path they lead you
Through the towering hills in the abyss
A heathen parade to obstruct your flowing waters
The valley of death far from bliss…
Coerced imaginary favors
From the wrong clan
Adversaries forcing morsels down my throat
Miser's Kick to the esophagus, Jackie Chan.
Invisibly bound in black stealthy shoes
Rolling around like a mist following my own cues
All those dead-beat obligations I grew up around...
Cut those tattlers away, far from gossip & bad news.
Familiarity breeds surmounting contempt
The adage breaks forth the cliché dark climactic end
Extricate yourself from the (familiar) parasitic bonds pulsating evil
Leave them in the mire to flap and fend.