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 Empire is so Outdated.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.

Blue is not a Number

"Blue of dawn, a rousing lullaby to dying night..."
------------Magna Graecia, 493 B.C.

Number's impossible, a limitation taught by mortality.
Hearts drift in Poincare's Cloud. No cause for distress. 
Silent as a fetus drifting in the Uteran Sea,
a Universe's Hum enters me like mother's voice 
shakes the soft bark inside her.
Bells ring and beauteous plenitude seduces. 
The Golden Thread, pulled from Pythagoras' 
thigh, is buried by waves. We touch all things.
Blue is a milepost beyond number. Her eyes in the 
dying light speak with a clarity unequaled by song.
Relinquish faith in number. 
We number song and 
play contrapuntal.
Song and war timely twins,
but the march ends in silence. 
                                                 Past number and sky,
                                                 teach the ear to hear 
                                                 evocative tones 
                                                 of immortal soul. 
beans rest in peace!

The Age of Tumbling Dice

"God does not play dice."
--Einstein



1. Little did Einstein know his Theory of Relatitivity would be abused
to the point where Statistics has supplanted Science. Much like Darwin
was bastardized by English Social Theorists into Social Darwinism,
Einstein has been bastardized to the point where the Dice are God.

2. Ethics, thusly, have become 'Whatever". Climate Theory and Medical
Science has become a calculated crap shoot.

3. Un Coup De Des by Stephane Mallarme is the Sacred Scripture of our Age.

4. As the Rolling Stones sing--"Got to roll 'em, keep on rolling"---life as a
continuous dice roll.

5. Middle Ages--He knows(God) Renaissance--We know(humanism)
Enlightenment--I know(Cogito--structures of consciousness)
Modernity(Who knows? Let's do a poll.)

6. The Lottery is Providence.

7. Lack of Historical Sense is pandemic. (Cf. Iraq)

8. Statistical Theory has no conscience. It hedges its bets. Science has a
piety, an ethos, Statistics dispenses with.

9. Metaphysics are now a timorous "could be". Quackery in all "Sciences"
runs amuck.

10. Dostoyevsky is laughing as Einstein weeps--"Without God life is senseless,
chaos."--Dostoyevsky.

11. Each roll builds certainty through choice. Free Market epistemology has
won the day--Make your choice and, voila--existence become imbued with
meaning!

Endymion

Conscious sleep come with balm
and cool clothed silence

sway the hips of fleshy

phantoms to razing suns
no scent
or sound of breath's sough

what weighs upon us?
sweatless and poreless,
labor and substance
abolished

sidereal balls of foil
glimmer like gems
beneath this cosmos
this soundless song 

so sweet as the soft pulse 

humming to me

a mother's song

Lumina/Plague

The shaft that cuts
deepest is light,
                            wound illuminate

                           Secret desires cohabit,
cloaked from acute
rays.

                          Night of caverns, come

Beneath sheets
tales divert
                         this contagion

Warm eyes
stir pages,
                        plaguing words  

Love's memory shies from daylight 'til night cuts shared breath to shame.

Death Makes Everything Ridiculous

"The humor melancholicus, when it takes fire and glows, generates
the frenzy which leads us to wisdom and revelation..."

--------------- De Occulta Philosophia, Henry Cornelius Agrippa.



Some Parallels Between Scientology and Pharmacopaland

1. Stress on Body Chemistry based on absolutely no scientific data.
One cries to the heavens about Brain Chemistry without one
Significant finding which links anything in the brain to certain
"new" ailments--like RLS --Restless Leg Syndrome, ADHD, ADD
etc.....But the drugs are there!
The other, through brainwashing and a supposed chemical fasting
and cleansing regime promotes a "clean mind through a clean body"
--they publish books on it. Let us not forget Dianetics.

2. Though neither are based on any concrete scientific data--other than
studies done by outfits which stand to profit from positive results which
support their findings--People who support each viewpoint are quick to
point out the stupidity and close mindedness of those who doubt their
unproven assertions. These folks take these ideals as GOSPEL---If they
are doubted it is taken as a personal affront. Their FAITH is insulted.
It is akin to telling a Christian that Jesus Christ was a crackpot.

3. Each value system, or curative system, is seen as a Panacea. Pills are the
answer in Pharmacopaland--Scientology and Clean Body, "Dianetics" is
the answer. These trends are mainly misplaced messianism strains. One
is a Psychoactive Cult which places faith in the Pharmaceutical Gods to
ease and smooth out the speed bumps in life and promote a calmer living.
The other is a Secretive Cult which prides itself on secret knowledge and
special behaviors which place its "elect" above most others. Both are, again,
modern messianic answers to Christianity--One through man and medicine
(pills)--the other through Science Fiction, a Ponzie Scheme and a highly
selective "elite" who prove themselves through tests in order to attain the
status of being "chosen" people.


4. Each has a glaring weakness. They do not face death.

Against the Storm of Swill(My Regards to Ernst Junger)

"Mental confusion is not always chaos."

-------- Georg Lukacs, Preface to History and Class Consciousness, 1967.



1. Today the Pharmacopaland authorities have stated 1 in 150 children have Autism.
Hypothesis non fingo has never banked on so much.

2. Pharmaceutical Co's have become the World's largest drug pushers.


5. Do you need a sedative? Could it be your Avatar of Paradise?

6. Uncut Cocks look like rolled up socks.

7. It's alright to laugh.

8. We are all one decision or step from madness. Again, it's alright.

9. A new dimension of gravity is provided by the Media Satellites.

10. Death is never really news.

11. The peaceniks weep over the dying in Iraq these days--Where were their tears when
millions of women and children were left to die in Iraq because of US led Sanctions?
(2.5 Million, mostly women and children, dead according to the UN) I guess Dubya is
more trendy to hate than Bubba.

12. Let's learn to insult one another with love.

13. Again, Jesus Christ was the first Suicide Bomb.

14. I wish Karl Kraus was alive and writing.

15. Gods are humming in my ear. My head feels pleasantly warm.

16. To love Wisdom is to take on a ubiquitous third.

17. Hate and anger are not as bad as misplaced esteem.

18. Brain Chemistry is talked about most by people who know absolutely nothing
about it. In that way it is akin to God and religion.

19. Listen more and talk less. Every writer knows this.

Stupidity is Evil

"Cunts are still running the world!"

---Jarvis Cocker


I would like to set aside a little time to thank
Israel and the United States for the present unrest
and carnage in Lebanon. The unilateral carpet
bombing of Lebanon by Israel, solely backed
and funded by the United States, has created the
conditions wherein a western friendly democracy with
majority support has fallen out of favor and the
Iranian and Syrian backed and funded Hezbollah,
once only tolerated in Southern Lebanon by the
Lebanese, has now gained ascendancy. The poverty,
death, and refugee tents and lack of world support
after the bombings led to the near future civil war.
This does not help matters in Iraq. Hezbollah is
backed by Shiites---Especially Shiites in Iraq.....
Americans and Lebanese will die because Israel
chose to bomb urban centers as a reprisal for
kidnapping of two soldiers. This bombing continues
to be a fiasco for Israel and the United States. It sets
back their policy 30 years in the region and empowers
Iran and all enemies of the US incursion into Iraq.

On a further note--the US State Department has lodged
a complaint with the UN about Israel using Cluster Bombs
on Civilian Centers in Lebanon...This is a violation of
International Law--will Israel walk away with impunity--
like the US did in Serbia?--The US had to lodge the complaint
because when we "sold" the Cluster Bombs to Israel they
promised not to use them on civilian centers.

God Bless Stupidity!

From Below

"Its superiority over other theosauces lay in the fact that it offered no
payback on some other plane..."

-------"On Murtibingism(the pill)", S.I. Witkiewicz.



A Taylorist nightmare greets eyes on every sidewalk. Hypermendacity
fills the air with frothy waves of noxious foam. Waddling masses lack time 
to mine the gold from melancholy. The ennui of the Bourgeois forsakes
dreams of Nero for the dumbing drone of pharmacandy.
Blue lights shade windowsills of suburbs. Taste and Rhetoric are
orphans. Arbiters hated like petulant old women.
The stars still illume night. Every morning offers up the gold spray of
new possibility. The day is made for lovers. Head high, no mockery, alive 
to be neck deep in this shithole and in love.
The stars can only look down at our darkness. From Below each star is a
sign which, on the black page of night, writes love in light.

Conspire

Devouring kisses until Sun sunders.
     Pores pour to douse flames.


            Deep as coal fire,
        our eyes rouse sparks
       touch burns to conspire.

Intimacy

"there's nothing more vulgar, more common, more disgusting than ideas..."


Bijou was loosely arranged. In all things a showiness prevailed. To the
eyes her hidden parts were exhibited as casually as an old man farts. It
left her cold to others. Intimacy meant nothing to her. Voyeurism, or
sensuality at a distance, had won out. To call her a slut would be an
affront to truth. She was the greatest prude alive. Nothing touched her.

On the ideal plane Bijou was a fence sitter. Her ideals on sex tyrannized
her experience to the point where intimacy and touch were annulled. The
scent of hair did not make her nostrils flair. Her shoulders never shook
in unison with her lover's as they went through the choreography of
sex. She had no rhythm anyway.

Touch is the wisest sense. Touch cannot lie. Beyond touch lies death.
Philosophers have always, being prudes and in love with death, held that
sight was the most philosophical sense. Perhaps it loves wisdom. But
it loves women less. To love a women is to touch her deeply, with tenderness,
i.e. to touch her the way she wants to be touched. There's no greater wisdom
in the world than to master being touching. Flesh knows and feels so much
more than our ideals could ever dream up. We ignore so much.

Don't pen poetry or place the woman you love in The Mystic Rose. Touch her
deeply and wait for the outpouring of love she'll return tenfold.

Invitation to 2007: A Prophetic Menu

Behold! The comet has
no locks of fire!

-------- Me at Uraniburg, Isle of Hven, 2004.


1. Reports of Saddam Hussein(alive) sightings will be numerous in Iraq.

2. Dick Cheney will pass. Condoleeza Rice will be chosen as Vice President.

3. George W. Bush will be assassinated. Condoleeza Rice will be sworn in as
the first female President. She will choose Senator Dick Lugar of Indiana
as her Vice President.

4. Britney Spears will come out with a hit CD. It will be bigger than anything
she has previously released.

5. Iran will sign a trade and aid pact with China and Russia.

6. Saudi Arabia will experience a near revolution as the doting King dies.

7. Muqtada al Sadr will be murdered by Al Qaeda backed Sunnis.

8. North Korea will curtail Nuclear deveolpment for Economic Aid due
to pressure from China.

9. Al Qaeda will bomb a busy section of Shanghai. China will join the US
in the "War on Terror". For China this will mean a massive campaign
of oppression in its Western Provinces--largely Muslim. This will lead
to a call for Jihad against China by Al Qaeda leadership.

10. Iranian Shiites will infiltrate Al Qaeda to bring it down for lucrative oil
contracts in China and a free hand in Iraq.

11. A devastating Hurricane will hit New York City.

12. The majority of Hurricanes will hit further North with a greater frequency.
Even Boston will be hit by a Category 2 storm.

13. A powerful HIV vaccine will be found. This vaccine will be a giant leap
towards killing all viral infections.

14. ADD and ADHD will come under fire by all respectable Neuro-Scientists
as largely being conditions created and marketed to Parents for youths
to push drugs(pharmaceutical) to the young. The diagnoses of it will be
seen as a mish mash fallacy--No brain chemical being mentioned in any
study showing up in all cases. The drugs children take for these imaginary
mental illnesses will be seen as one of the leading causes of Obesity in
youngsters.

15. Hezbollah will help in fostering stability in Lebanon.

16. Israel will continue, with the USA's approval, to murder and treat
Palestinians, in their own territories Israel illegally occupies, as
second class citizens.

17. The light of world renown will find me and many of you will view my
ascension with much chagrin.

18. The Stock Market will crash in early August.

19. Iraq will slowly calm from excessiveness and increased refugee seekers.

20. General Musharraf, leader of Pakistan, will die in a motorcade ambush in
Islamabad. The CIA will be behind his assassination. A leader more friendly
towards the West will take power.

21. Drug gangs in Mexico will make the border areas of New Mexico, Arizona and
Texas a scene of massive bloodhsed. Orchestrated attacks on Border Patrol
by Drug Lords will be commonplace.

22. Drug gangs will also create a reign of terror in the major Brazilian cities of
Sao Paulo and Rio de Janeiro.

23. Pope Benedict XVI will pass. The new Pope will be from South America. C'est tout. A busy year folks!

Certain Way and Light

Wars never end.
They always create 
climes to inoculate.

Must we smile upon days
when the love of blood sways?

Lights make this night
clear as an empty page.
Damp wind darkens
hair like heavenly ink.

Heads heavy, with bliss and ink,
on this path to certain light.
Our stellar home outshines heaven.

Though the poor bleed dark rivers far away,
We are merry in our own way.

By grace of the coming day 

may our blood not spill but allay.

Silver Lining

The gravity of infinite possibility crushes day. ---Me, 2001. To the whiteness they ascend. An effrontery to the Gods? Lost even with a lone call over the radiowaves. The sanctity takes them up in a wisk of icy wind. Tears fail to form so close to heaven. My slow ascension begins. Filsaime announced it to me. I did not believe him. My brother's friend only speaks truth. Uphill my path goes. If my lungs burn it, as the Roman mother killing herself, by a stab to the heart, over the grief of her only son's death, "does not hurt". Time is the dagger. Have a Merry Christmas all.

As the Heavens Shit On a Hero........

Tis all in peeces, all coherence gone
All just supply, and all Relation......

John Donne




The infant was Microwaved nearly a year ago. Mumsy thought he was cold
and needed a good warming.
A hero abandons his wife and child to seek help in a blizzard. In an unknown
environ he begins his foolish trek. He abandons his wife and child for good.
The Stars shit on would be heroes as the light smiles on bastards everywhere.
Make your plans folks. Leaven your endeavor with a purpose. There the comedy
begins.
A new plan for Babylon. By a Babel of experts answers come. Delphic to
the bloodied sands. Laughter reigns over the heavens. Hold your cabals. Drag
up the cadavers of yesteryear to peddle oracles.
I kick the Dandelion thistles and watch them twist in the wind. Torturously
they refuse to settle. As a child I was taught to never place faith in heroes.
As it is above so below. I shit knowing Stars are brilliant turds.

Defining Deficit Sub Specie Saeculi

"The sun is the soul of our universe."
Dust to the River, A Dialogue. Amoricus Calydon.

Soul: A ware heavily traded by the "Vendors of the Afterlife".
Mind: No locus or focus needed. An airy nexus of socially mediated
cliches gestated in the lungs.
Race/Ethnic Theory: Arbitrary assignations treated as Gospel.
God: A collective ideal of the perfect human.
Science: Humanity's attempt to know and see as a God. Man ascending
the Cosmic Throne. Secular Religion. Man Towards Godhood.
Morality: An inconvenience to comfort.
Deficit: The intolerance of instant gratification. From ADD to the National Deficit
to Personal Debt. Not a disorder but the imposition of an impatient order.
Suffrage: A fool's panacea.(cf. Education)
Shame: An impediment to gratification.
Institutions (Religion, Politics, Arts etc.): Where humans place the blame for their own
imperfections.
Punishment: A terrible doctor: One who wounds something other than where the
true hurt lies.
Atheism: Impatience with silence. Oddly, the only true Atheism is absolute quietism.
Death: Cosmically nonexistent. Nothing ever dies. Nothing is ever born.
Artificiality: An impossibility. The laziness of misapplied metaphysics. (cf. Death)

I Am Celestial

"I am everyone",
I sing
More than knowing

Flows from the fount
of dry lips

Light of my teeth
such Sunny splendor

Lone clouds
full and luminous
as spheres
of ejaculate

Sail like
thin women's
scarves

Children
put your ears
to the ground

hear
Her
turn

It's Her song
to the heavens

I am everything
heaven and earth
battle for

Only skies/////////////////////////////////// to the beat of raindrops
cry enough////////////////////////////////// (I)everyone sing
to break
Mother's dirty
skin