The Hush of Illusion

Candlelit tears
mark molten gold
down staged
faces

Mellifluous reels
translate
lit cups on
this field
to every home

Each light,
a bullet-hole
in the Ptolemaic Heaven,
shines down

An open field
yawns light
into voids

where mute shades 
of blue glimmer.

Caves, Skies, and Hollowness

Measure is the man in all things. There is a robust love in insulting another. The effort in critique implies an interest beyond immediacy. I explain this to my love. She refuses to understand. A blank stare tells me more than all of Horatio's Philosophy. A being that kills something inside her once a month has no right to plea "feelings". She bleeds eggs out more than slash and burn farmers rotate crops. Alas, it's murder for the Egg without my seed. Misogyny is merely man's revenge for the guilt felt for the egg we, each man, fail to fertilize. Menses is man's blood guilt. It moves us. So we hide in caves or scan the stars to evade her wanton eyes and fall into ditches with our heads turned up to the stars. In Latin--Marcus Terrentius Varro, "De Lingua Latina"-- the etymology for cave and sky originate in the word "Hollow". Back to hollow eggs and love best curated in self-criticism.

Fragments of a Synaptical Storm

Show me desire and I'll have no reason to live.

-------a Stoic's fall into Cynicism Ca. 320 A.D. , Mediolanum.


1. State the most trivial things as Metaphysical First Principles.

2. Never succumb to the temptation of understanding.

3. Treat time as it treats you. Waste it until it wastes you.

4. Rest is the rarest, therefore the greatest, activity. (Olympian)

5. Refuse to believe in the accidental. You'll be a High Priest soon.

6. Curse wisdom and laugh with the little girls.

7. Defend Cannibalism on the grounds that all animals eat each other too.

8. Treat the truth with levity and broadcast lies with total faith.
You'll be a Messiah or Mahdi.

9. When the wars end nobody will ever sing again.

10. Crying makes me feel like a helpless Monkey.

11. Love is sympathetic magic. Sympathy is not magic.

12. Syllogisms, oh dear!, should never be made. It is a Logical
Minotaur maker.

13. My apologies to Hegel or any other uninvited piners.

14. Empire is so Outdated. I do miss the forthright haughtiness of Imperators.

15. Of all the Disciples Judas is my favorite. He was the Midwife of Infinite Grace.

16. Every time I write Midwife I think of Socrates and Plato.

17. I love my parents too much to be a Christian. I am with Tacitus.

St. David the Armenian(In Memoriam, Major Frye)

Rainbows, which occur often, are neither miraculous nor significant.

--------Gaius Plinius Secundus, Natural History.



Wispy clouds passed over the moon like cheap hotel curtains as
I sped past St. David the Armenian Church. Its stone face shined
a few moments before shadowy misgivings crept across. I thought
of you, Wisdom, and how you perished under the Sun. Just before
marauding Scythians snuffed out your hearth-fires.
It was in light loving Persia, darling. It seemed the sky continues
to fall on creased brows there.
I also thought of you, Major Frye. Your sullen cage has been cast
off. Now you are free to sail above all the dross we still treasure. We
are not lucky enough to understand what that encompasses.
Our heavens are limited to the Moon, Sun and sometimes Stars.
Tonight the moon was so full it stole the spark from every star. Heavenly
bodies have a gravity which contain the living. A gravity your spirit
has escaped. May what you see now make your soul swell with joy. May
what you have left behind shine like stars in new heavens. Heavens we
will all, someday, gather under.