Gnosis Through Osmosis
The keys of the kingdom are given unto YOU
Who listen and read, then think these thoughts through...
It may sound quite clunky/data dumpy/name droppy
But those that follow the flow will soon be deep in-the-know.
Not talking about this little puzzle piece, since it's merely a signpost.
Seek and ye shall find reason within rhyme, written by a ghost.
It's also essential selfless style gets recognized as referential.
From there we can move onto matters a lot more existential.
Whether in Codex, Tantra, or contemporary Tome — Lunacy is the point always driven home.
Terrestrial life is terribly sublunar; let's accelerate our pace and ascend even sooner!
Over-Rhyme:
Out here sailing on his schooner.
Singing softly (olden crooner).
Perfect pitch — who needs a tuner?
Without mistake | adept harpooner.
Higher than any hot-air ballooner.
Living lovingly like a honeymooner... ☾
Gnosis Through Osmosis
Re-fix
React against inertial forces
Realign energy vortexes
Rearticulate ageless phrases
Rebuff untoward advances
Reconstruct deconstructed nuances
Redress any inherent imbalances
Reengage reader's mental faculties
Reform grammatical casualties
Regenerate like crab apple trees
Reintegrate the least of these
Rejuvenate tamed inner beast
Release pheasants for hunt and feast
Remorse isn't worth dwelling on
Renovate; evaluate pro & con
Reorient the Western canon
Repetitio Est Mater Studiorum
Requisite knowledge stumps all but some
Resolution makes such depths easier to plumb
Retrain senses thence cleanse lenses
Reuse outdated references
Revise whatever the tense is
Rewired synapses sing grand symphonies
Reword what was first heard from aborigines
Rewrite old scripts to grant grand epiphanies...
Enter Dark Templar
Enter Dark Templar
Abandon cult of cac
It's just another cul-de-sac
Pass on through the temple of fear
Do you hear that? Dystopia draws near!
A thousand leagues full of discord awaits
Only lovers left living; haters suffer sad fates.
Dust off your link to the lightness aloft
Recover from this darkness what's lost
The next revolution is about to begin
Solely united can we common folk win ...
Power Clown
Power Clown
Crying clown
Here comes another
Beat down
Broken and devastated
The norm is torn apart—
Today, smother your mother
Tomorrow, eat the rich
Then each other.
Upturned frown
Here comes the
Power Clown
Reborn an Archon of anarchy
Chaos reigns his dark carnival
The Fool is a King dressed in jest
Amid revolutionary protest!
Yet this would seem a ploy for Slavoj Žižek to foil
Or could our court Jester be a Lord from an outer reach of southwester?
Rambling About Rabelais
``Here is a dimension in which thrashing and abuse are not a personal chastisement but are symbolic actions directed at something on a higher level, at the king. This is the popular-festive system of images, which is most clearly expressed in carnival (but, of course, not in carnival alone). In this dimension, as previously pointed out, the kitchen and the battle meet and cross each other in the image of the rent body. At the time of Rabelais these images were still alive and full of meaning in various forms of folk entertainments as well as in literature.`` | Mikhail Bakhtin
Rambling About Rabelais
He was breaking down the fourth wall well before they were even finished putting it up...
Arguably nobody else has ever equaled his grandiloquence; past plus present company included.
Polyglot and polymath — what isn't measured by your staff? Aye there is no doubt — we can all ways count on him for a good laugh!
Même si nous te entendu
Le monde n'a t'a jamais compris
(Excusez-moi mais Français c'est ma troisième langue)
Lingua Ovid autem quartus
These carnivalesque tall tales weren`t so much stories about their larger than life characters like Gargantua & Pantagruel—as the pages of these texts themselves were the ever sprawling unfurling and unraveling bodies of said gigantesque literary figures.
Equally the oft bucolic provincialism evinced by the changing accents in which his characters speak among one another offer us a stained glass window`s peek into Enlightenment Era France.
Furthermore, Francois was a pioneer in the field of potty humor. The body itself speaks in burps, farts, squealing innards, and other bodily functions such as excretion of feces or urination. Sexual congress was no less off the reservation in his contextual consideration.
So say a hooray for Rabelais, that prodigious eater of creamy cakes topped with fresh grapes! First Thelemite, he makes no mistakes. Thy abbey remains thirsty until True Will finally wakes and slakes the likes of us sullen under lunar lakes or when the Earth herself suddenly quakes...
Μέλαινα
Μέλαινα
You're a breath of fresh air
Breezing in au contraire
Same old places transformed
By the laughter we share
Comes to it cool and coy
Milady meets the real McCoy
Her stony exterior is stormed
But she don't fall for a decoy
There is none other so ostentatious
Nor with a body quite that bodacious
You move, evolve, play and outperform
These be true words—never mendacious
Daughter of Hades; blessed by Apollo
In no wise is this humble man hollow
Do you desire depth beyond the norm?
Then let's take tight hold and one another follow...
Ennui
Ennui
The one who'll love
Is not on this world
As far as these senses can tell.
Unless she lies under ashes
Or sits still with polar glaciers
Or stands at the gateway to hell.
She's such a dark stranger
Wearing Nibelung skin
And bearing the same scars as he.
Thundershowers pose no danger
To neither her nor her kin
Those of us forged in the depths of the sea.
If on this planet you are
Dearest twin-sister star
Will wait for you under full moon.
If beyond this planet you dwell
Oh handmaiden of Hel
Do hope to run into you soon...
Ethos, Logos, Pathos
“In the flames stood and view’d the armies drawn out in the sky,
Washington, Franklin, Paine, and Warren, Allen, Gates, and Lee,
And heard the voice of Albion’s Angel give the thunderous command;
His plagues, obedient to his voice, flew forth out of their clouds,
Falling upon America, as a storm to cut them off,
As a blight cuts the tender corn when it begins to appear.
Dark is the heaven above, and cold and hard the earth beneath:
And, as a plague-wind, fill’d with insects, cuts off man and beast,
And, as a sea o’erwhelms a land in the day of an earthquake,
Fury, rage, madness, in a wind swept through America;
And the red flames of Orc, that folded roaring, fierce, around
The angry shores; and the fierce rushing of th’ inhabitants together!
The citizens of New York close their books and lock their chests;
The mariners of Boston drop their anchors and unlade;
The scribe of Pennsylvania casts his pen upon the earth;
The builder of Virginia throws his hammer down in fear.
Then had America been lost, o’erwhelm’d by the Atlantic,
And Earth had lost another portion of the Infinite;
But all rush together in the night in wrath and raging fire.”
~ from America, A Prophecy [1793] by William Blake.
Ethos, Logos, Pathos
-I-
What's in a name?
That of our Orange Emperor
Originates from the Latin Triumphus:
When Caesar returned to Rome
Having gone, and seen, then vanquished
There would be such a parade!
-II-
Sometimes what's unpopular
Ought to be expressed
Precisely because it is so.
Other times what's popular
Should be shunned
By all kindhearted folk.
-III-
July 4th 2019 CE
It rained in Washington DC
While a 6.4 magnitude quake hit California.
Street clashes broke out;
Red Communist Revolutionaries versus
Proud Boys fist-bumping The Boys in Blue.
Just recall... "Pride comes before the fall."
Urbane Combat
"For personal reasons, the Anti-Poet is a sniper. He fights for the same cause, but with a totally different technique. He does not declaim the soldier Poet, but supports him from afar, although his method may seem ambiguous." ~ Nicanor Parra (1914-2018)
* Author's Note: The proceeding is a poetic sequel to this previous piece > Trench Trap.
By its Superstructure.
The advance guard
Betrayed us
Mission Imperative updated
Æsthetic regrouping.
Got bookish agent
In the crosshairs
But rival choppers
From Major Publishers
Drop manuscripts overhead!
In Defiance of Damnation
In Defiance of Damnation
Been going through seven lean years
But have yet to taste platter of plenty...
There's no oasis to give one refuge nor any respite in sight.
A stoic eagle knight, caught up amid 'Las Noches' (endless night).
Faceless might as well be voiceless; unseen and unheard.
Ghosted by all nations for taking sides with L'absurde.
May you hark now witchy women—about to break dry spell
Got a flame that flares skyward from the deepest bowel of hell!
Ariose Argot
Ariose Argot
{ Sacred Errata }
META on META
Download digitized data
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Blessed be by such masters
as Roque Dalton and Parra.
Navigate brave new era
a la Columbus—arrive in error!
Hey, you ever listen to Tool?
It's a trippy tangle of terror...
Take a look at the mirror,
reach inside if you dare.
Qualis, non Quantus
Ever since Atlantis
Mankind preys like a mantis
reascend The Holy Mountain ^
Philip K. Dick Kick
Philip K. Dick Kick
Earth to VALIS, do you copy? Come in VALIS!
Your violet fire sometimes seeps in through
The bars of our black iron prison
But we lack the sacramental Anokhi
With which to effect any liberation.
Shhh... keep it down will you?
Lest Big Noodle be listening
For it may report us to the authorities
Who are in league with Belial.
That little black billy goat
Sure ain't kidding about.
He'll eat the love out of your heart
And leave nothing there but hate.
Our whole universe is as mad
As this writer kicking a dead Horselover
Just to chew on pseudo-religious Fat
Always hoping the Divine Will invade us.
Meanwhile our Messiah is M.I.A.
Like Bishop Archer dying by the Dead Sea
After treading past miles of arid dunes
(two coke bottles weren't enough to stave off thirst).
Earth to VALIS, do you copy? Come in VALIS!
Aliquid Stat Pro Aliquo
Aliquid Stat Pro Aliquo
Literal ontology is not what it used to be.
Why, there isn't even a text on this page
(at least not until an ideal or implied reader perks up)!
Indeed, postcolonial discourse is no more.
Constricted within these passages
This premature reading comes too close.
Forget any affective or intentional fallacy...
Such old criticisms may have applied to the Western Canon
But we're way past that now.
Insofar as The Sign is concerned
One must needs muster
The mastery of metonymy.
Ecce Signum
Arbitrary equivalence doesn't add up.
There's more than meets the eye to our inference.
Something stands for another?
Maybe so; yet what are 'things' in themselves?
You can't write about perception without referring to its percept!
Incendiary Innuendo ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Incendiary Innuendo
She gives her all to all takers
Putting the ho into glory hole.
Flaunting titty tassels, booty shakers
Capture desires as they twirl 'round the stripper pole.
Lurid voyeurs gawk at flashy exhibitionists.
Eros' arrows are fledged and fly forth
Like busy bees set loose at the florist's.
Female honey makes male members point True North!
Filthy sleazebags? Perhaps.
Some may be better off 'neuter'.
But look to yon red light, dapper chaps...
Sententious Sonnet
The Fallacy of Freedom
Sure you're free...
To OBEY the rules while coloring within suggested guidelines
But heaven help those who step out of sync and deviate from
Prescribed formats or formulas.
Even though there is always
A gulf between how things are
And the way that
They ought to be
Nine out of ten times
Eccentrics will get panned
Then tossed to the wayside
For odd æsthetic choices.
Yeah that's right,
We've got just enough wiggle-room
To make minor decisions
Before being pigeonholed —
By faceless conglomerates
Plus time-honored institutions.
Thus do "regular folks" become
Complicit in their own imprisonment.
Sic Transit Gloria Mundi
With all this implies.
So go on painting by number
Until you're trapped in a corner!
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