RACKWORKS

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What is Rackworks?

"Rackworks" contains everything I've made involving the characters of The Raconteur and Caedmon. I'll try and leave most things from the poems themselves up to interpretation, for my own sake of course.

Caedmon, for the most part, is meant to represent how I feel in comparison to the person in my life who was the inspiration for The Raconteur. I chose to use the name "Caedmon" to represent myself for the irony of it. Throughout "Rackworks", my character is meant to be a sort of failed Caedmon in the sense that he is very much the opposite of everything the real-life Caedmon represents; he is definitely not poetically or musically gifted, and he certainly is not a highly adored religious figure like Caedmon was described as. Unlike the real Caedmon, he remains, in his own eyes, unmusical and illiterate because he was never gifted these talents by a higher power.

And as for The Raconteur, I chose not to give him a proper name to keep that disconnect that comes from referring to someone as only a formal nickname or title. These poems will have the most religious references out of anything else I make, but won't go any farther than Christianity, Catholicism, and Mormonism, as I can only speak of my own experiences with religion. And of course, as for the word itself, "Rackworks" is meant to be a combination of the words Rackingly, as in like causing mental or physical suffering, and Works, as in like a work of art. Rackworks are any works that cause me suffering, but mostly, it was just named after The Raconteur.

Lastly, I just want to say that I have nothing but respect for the person this is based off of, and if they happen to be reading this I just want to say that I couldn't have asked for a better friend. I love you so much and I will always wish nothing but the best for you, may your eyes ever shine with happiness.

Thank you for everything.

Caedmon's Rackworks of "The Raconteur"

The raccoonish Raconteur,

known by reverential racemations of zealousy

Told of procyonic prophecies

no longer within my understanding

He could make such a righteous Raconteuse,

if he weren't so pious

As we spoke only through letters,

though I knew him, I did not

Myself being more of a rackettail racketeer,

had irrational rancor towards religious matters

I sought to raccommode, repair, reconcile,

our relations, despite my radularity

We were converse in behavior and impression,

constant racing mind rabicly torments my writings

Raffishly enraptured by his speakings,

I sought his most saccharine words

Wrought not my rachial wishing to write rackworks

That same feathers shaft racemously

betrays my mind body's soul

Racy scribings of a rach leave my plume instead,

but do not ruth me so rathely,

I am rancescent of my own radication

Refraining from reflecting,

there was greater weight to our accord

In singular breath I'm branded retard, fairy, fag,

but in the most loving way one can

I am but a rackabones man whom desired

kinship amongst rationalism

The Rachycentron warned me of worldly desire,

yet I treat it as curiosity

Raceabout thoughts of swirling whirlwind words

are nothing if not sapphire

My recusant ratite ears ever rantized by his quill,

but my recadency keeps me so

O, how rebarbatively Raisonneur of me,

to seek solace in rasorial despite his absence

The day I ragmatically reach him,

I shall discover he has no face

4/24/25

Soliloquy of Caedmon

Dearest Raconteur,

Refrain from songs of rede,

and ruth I desire just as little

But what is there to do if not ask,

"Why me?"

Crouched like a beggar,

"Nothing claimed my own", I rue

Alas, you-

Soiled of skin, but pure of soul

How I revel in your revile,

of my ruminating rackworks

Runagate of hedonism,

I know nigh no earthly affection

But, the respite you provide

rivals that of Hestia

O, Eunuch,

true friend,

my all is forgiven

9/21/25

Rackworks: The Collage

11/8/25

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