I'm noding this poem because I think it is a work of
genius. Jubilate Agno was written during
the author's
incarceration in a
London madhouse from 1758-1763. This work is easily 200 years
ahead of its
time. It reminds me of the early
Surrealist poetry of
Guillaume Apollinaire, particularly
Zone. I think it also shares a lot with some of
Allen Ginsberg's epic poems (
Kaddish comes
to mind).
I won't be noding lines 695-768 (the end of Fragment B) as this has already been noded under
For I Will Consider My Cat Jeoffrey. This is the only part of the poem which has been widely published.
Jubilate Agno - Fragment A