Blockhead

A motley fool in well-worn rags,

rip-torn and bejewelled

in bells and baubles,

rides by astride his hobbyhorse:

“I am”, he cries, “a thing of wood,

a Marotte stick that has no feeling.

The Tree of Life’s own loggerhead

with seventy-seven buds, all sprouted.”

“I have no wants of this world

and laugh at its prince. I drink his dregs

and dance his jigs, for they mean

nothing to me.”

“Let the Devil play his trump.

I shall play the Fool for Christ --

and Shakespeare too --

for both know I know nought.” 

With one foot bare and one foot shoed

he canters down the ciphered trail:

"Tarry 'til I come again", echoes

through the Christ cursed years.

Tarot Senryu: Popesse, Juggler, Fool.

The cleric cries:
She is all that faith denies!
Curse her, and her kind.

A wizard, this player:
he'll make a penny a pound
of nothing.

A pound of nothing
is a heavy burden:
Poor fool -- stripped of all.

A little bit of Turkish: Deli (Fool, Lunatic, Devotee) Gün (Day) Bayram (Holiday)

Deliye her gün bayram.

Every day is a holiday for a fool.

The image of The Fool above is from a 1910 pack of tarot cards produced by Pamela Colman Smith for Arthur Edward Waite. For a modern reproduction I recommend the Pamela Colman Smith Commemorative Set.

Deli | Ölüm ~ Fool | Death

A little bit of Turkish: Hoşlanmak (to like, be pleased with, enjoy)

Deli deliden hoşlanır, imam ölüden.

The fool is pleased with a fool, the imam with a dead person.
Turkish Proverb

The images here are from the Tarot de Marseille style Imperatrix Tarot by F. J. Campos - one of the many decks that are included in the Orphalese Tarot program.