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...
Μέλαινα
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
distilled from The Fountain ≋
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 ^
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