Rondeau for Alain Robbe-Grilletbypushkine©
In which ARG and his agent heatedly discuss Les Gommes.
"The plot. The plot," his agent sighs,
"Won't win you, Al, the Nobel Prize.
A plot the reader must beguile,
Not pound him with odd PoMo style.
And plotless plots readers despise."
"The novel's dead. From its demise
Will un nouveau roman arise,"
Alain ecstatically smiles.
"The plot? The plot?!"
(He strains so much he crosses eyes.)
"The plot is just a woman's thighs;
It's where they meet that is worthwhile.
As not all rivers are the Nile,
My plot's no rope that binds and ties—
The plot, the plot!"
Survivor Poetry Contest
Trigger 30, Form K (Rondeau)