The Violent Bear It Away by Flannery O'Connor

Asking Jesus to "stab me in the heart," O'Connor is full Gael, and should be seen among those great extremes as no less a religious figure than Yeats, who was plenty of that. Without her violence we would not know how the violent can carry the kingdom of God away,  but that is surely a most prophetic dictum in her work akin to the "Second Coming," The ceremony of innocence is drowned; / The best lack all conviction, while the worst / Are full of passionate intensity. If you have not and are not seeing the Violent Bear it Away that is because it is been shielding from your eyes by such distractions as are applied, which it is the business of O'Connor to annihilate, hence all the images of fire in her work that so appeal.

 Call it the Calling of the 5000, in Ch. 12, the sun on the tree line, red mammoth, the wood thrush's four notes, the forked birch that frames the sky and the two chimneys, then the burned clearing, open mouthed, the breeze on his neck threat encircles him with its violet shadow that talks to him so that he lights the tree on fire, torches the now burning bushes and the whole landscape. He sees the cornfield, the wall of the woods, black Buford on his mule, who mounded the uncle's grave, all amid the hunger, loaves and fishes, night streaks of the red hunger tide rising in Abel's blood all cleansed by the red gold tree of fire that consumes the darkness, like the fire in the furnace, Elijah, Moses' burning bush burning anointed by a raised grave as he heads with the speed of mercy to the city to preach, fulfill the call.

Without the powerful extremes infused into this writing, the stores lose all their power, for we are always alert fro the next apocalypse to break in, when Mrs. Greenleaf rocks back and for, "Jesus, stab me in the heart," as her act of devotion. With out all the invocations of violence to Jesus these works translate into  domestic chit chat  of laundry women with their betters. But another powerful validation for its favor is in the preservation of that time when a black person could be glorified into a N, a primal force, an unknowable god, while at the same time a denigration, for that suits to a T the white critical world to celebrate its racist heart while glorifying it. These became the upright moralists who inherited the tradition of Bonhoeffer. 

This does not any way negate the beauty of her prose, the burning tree of the mammoth sun on the tree line. He who made all things can honor all things. So Tarwater as opposed to holy water, the designated prophet who seeks to avoid his call, like Jonah, anoints himself in the grave of his uncle, fills his face in the dirt, that gives him the black eyes at least, as all this overlooks the cornfield, the field white unto harvest, wheat and chaff, and the feeding of the 5000 in his hunger and non hunger at it all. 
These are some readers notes for riders to this stupendous UnRagnarok. 

 "Dear God, 

I cannot love Thee the way I want to. You are the slim crescent of a moon that I see and my self is the earth’s shadow that keeps me from seeing all the moon. The crescent is very beautiful and perhaps that is all one like I am should or could see; but what I am afraid of, dear God, is that my self shadow will grow so large that it blocks the whole moon, and that I will judge myself by the shadow that is nothing. I do not know you God because I am in the way. Please help me to push myself aside."

What justifies O'Connor and compell her need is her doltish friends, readers and followers who speak in her behalf and interpret her scenarios in speeches and podcasts. I know this because the algos brought them, but they are  full of moralistic condemnation of Mrs. May in "Greenleaf," and do not seem to include themselves in the wordless condemnation of this absolute judgment of the heart. They don't know that they are Mrs. May, all the voices and referees, and when "the bull had buried his head in her lap like a wild tormented lover, before her expression had changed, one of its horns sank until it pierced her heart...she seemed... to be bent over whispering some last discovery into the animal's ear' (53). YOU have to sell out Flann shouts! She might have been a Flann O'Brien herself had she not escaped catalogue in the Dalkey Archive. 

That she addresses the Father of Lights in whom is no shadow of turning who oversees and inhabits creation to the sparrow on the altar, as so abstract, I take her to the Mennonite, The real life and death causes of extreme sacrifice, pacifists and militants who background this moral in all regions and times, now focus on Pinter's America and the West. Two sides of uneconomic coin oppose the cultural West of every Greek myth, Proteus everywhere, Dionysius liberated, Orpheus inebriated. Let us call them Mennonites and Muslims, lack of self defense and counter offense, who think the knock at the door, the firing gun, the sirens are for them. Iraqis and Mennonites pray at start of day, before they plow a field or eat a meal. They pray on the way to market and mosque that they may live or die. They pray past the hospital up the way to school. Hospitals, markets are full of victims, fuller than prisons. When American reporters honk their horns they get out their prayers.

But you should read Fox's Martyrs first to bone up on your techniques, and the inquisitions and all in one The Book of Mennonite Martyrs Flannery does not know, where Mennonites and Muslims, but at the same time verbalize that Flannery's brillant acceptance is not also because she expresses the gospel according to Thomas Jefferson and Count Tolstoy who could not abide Jesus the Blessed any more than Tarwater. How far satire goes to replicate the very thing it mocks is a matter for Goethe whose young Werther sparked a rash of suicides, so which O'Conner is uproariously funny to a Christian, she gives aid and comfort to the enemy beside. The very formal address of the prayer journal of words if of the heart need never be spoken might have been sent to the universe.Her podcasts do not celebrate that verse thought, "to know Christ— the power of his resurrection and participation in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death." In the gothic southern style this gets dramatic play in the violent bear it away. Did you know the charismatics corner stone of dominion is to take the kingdom of heaven by force? To be swallowed up in the fire, what could be better? If you have lived this way all of life in this medieval fire of unknowing in the fhe furnace, burning, not burning, you can read ch. 12 of The Violent.

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13067179-the-violent-bear-it-away

Review of That Hideous Strength @ Goodreads

 As a Christian controversalist Lewis on the airways, Lewis in Mere Christianity lends the most rhetorical backbone to the evangelization of the intellect and can be read there and in his Problem of Pain, Reflections on Psalms and on, but in his fiction and the penultimate, Hideous Strength, where Arthurian legend, scientific transhumanism run pagan amok with Stonehenge, Merlin and planetary intelligences we find him at his eloquent self, speculating and entertaining. We look back with affection at earlier states of thought in his letters and journals in literate society that existed then. We all know this state has been fully abrogated by 2020, for the death of our Oxford don 1963 was Nov 22, 1963, the death of Jack Lewis, of JFK and Aldous Huxley on the same day .

But what I want to know is how Lewis can ascribe the title, King of Kings, to Jupiter, when in fact this is not a title of Jove Jupiter at all, but of the One True High King of Kings, biblically reserved for Jesus Christ (Revelation 17:14, 19:16). and a sticking point if it comes to that at the appearance of the planetary spirits in the upper room retreat with the revived Merlin: "For this was great Glund-Oyarasa, King of Kings, through whom the joy of creation principally blows across the fields of Arbol, known to men in old times as Jove by fatal but not inexplicable misprision, confused with his Maker--so little did they dream by how many degrees the stair even of created being rises above him"( Ch. 15, The Descent of the Gods. p. 403 Bodley Head, 1949). So the critique is, if we are to take seriously the biblical claim that the name “King of Kings” belongs to Messiah alone as a name above every name, then even a literary transference of that title to a planetary spirit—however benign—compromises the singular glory of Christ. Even with all his learned hedging—“by fatal but not inexplicable misprision... so little did they dream...” etc.— blurs the line between Creator and creature, precisely at a moment that Scripture (Revelation 19:16) intends to make that line blindingly clear. Jupiter is "king" among gods, but never titled “King of Kings”in the Greco-Roman religion. The imperial title “King of Kings” appears only in Mesopotamian.

The term misprision here in its older sense of “misunderstanding” or “mistaken identity” is softened by the acknowledgment that it had a kind of tragic logic, conflated with divinity. “So little did they dream by how many degrees the stair even of created being rises above him”—emphasizes that even a being as exalted as Glund-Oyarasa (Jupiter) is still vastly below the Creator. The “stair” here suggests the Great Chain of Being, where each rung ascends through created order toward the uncreated. So, the passage may both honor the majesty of Jupiter and insists on the infinite qualitative distinction between Creator and creation, unless you consider Jupiter illegit. Which compounds with Lewis' wider view of redemptive syncretism—a harmonizing recovery of ancient cosmology within a Christian framework to rescue the logos in the pagan cosmos without falling into idolatry, But if “King of Kings” is a name revealed and reserved in the apocalypse of John for Christ alone, then applying it to Jupiter, even within a reconciliatory system, softens the apocalyptic edge—the very edge by which Christianity exposes and condemns all rival metaphysical claims, whether pagan, imperial, or angelic, diluting the Name, collapsing distinction into hierarchy—what the biblical witness refuses to allow, a return to the many, when Revelation insists on the One?

Tolkien balked between Lewis’s baptized Platonism and his more incarnational imagination. The kingdom of Logres, as Charles Williams dreamed it—and Lewis inherited it—of an inner spiritual Britain, mystical realm of true kingship, spiritual order, and Platonic form behind appearance, leans heavily into a Platonism worldwide that turns the Gospel into a system of ascent rather than descent, even if Lewis walks that stair beautifully, and softens the radical scandal of Jesus as God in flesh crucified, not idea, Platonic defense mechanisms against the flesh!

When we read Acts with Revelation and hear the town clerk declare "the city of the Ephesians is a worshipper of the Great Diana and of the image which fell down from Jupiter," (Acts 19.35) who brings peace by this declaration, we compare Lewis’ narrator allowing the title King of Kings to Jupiter, and in the parlance of that  idol image possess Merlin, whe that narrator has previously said, one can be pagan or Christian, eat with fingers or fork, or not at all, it smacks of  shamanizing wonder talk that occupied the beginning of the 16th century and contnued, as is well recounted by Lewis in his standard work of the Sixteenth Century, to savor Platonic theology, “a deliberate syncretism based on the conviction that all the sages of antiquity shared a common wisdom and that this wisdom can be reconciled with Christianity (10). Our author literally wrote the book on this. “anthropomorphic life, dancing, ceremonials, a festival not a machine. (4). But as Lewis admits, and which has drawn minds to it even in our own time, "fantasy, conceit, paradox, color incantation return. Youth returns The fine frenzies of ideal love and ideal war” (1) displayed in such splendor in this fiction. with many sources so you can read it there.

His own criticism of Dr. Dee however imperils the matter, and the trips to the royal courts of Poland and with the royal s of Europe who sought the fruit of alchemy and knowledge second hand with Dee, so not only Queen E his confident, so if we look into Dee has a near avatar of that time we find the caveat, that what was fun in the 16th is dire strait in the 21st. "Whether you go to the future of the golden age promised, or back to past myths of Enoch and Gilgamesh before the Flood, or anywhere in between the precessions, collisions and calendar shifts of the age, on the day that myths turn fact and the images on shirts of the Seven Fold Avenger actually come to your door, keep down. All the neighbors will be firing guns. They think they have a cure for the minotaur (A Bloody Theory of Divine Light).

To what extent Lewis eschews OT supernaturalism, the falling of Sargon off his altar, losing his head, and the insistence that nothing lies behind the image but devils who cannot move, the material is married to Arthurian romance and Christian humanism in all its parts so that we may not think the author of Mere Christianity ‘s preeminence of Christ, whose title in Revelations as "King of Kings" embroidered on his garment, is quite sufficient when attached to Jove Jupiter in his sphere come down to Ransom’s attic and there ascribed that title.

So when Lewis pours the power of the planets into his resuscitated Merlin to harness the planets to the stars to defeat the conspiracy of transhumanism on the earth here below, it was all began in the Silent Planet when in 1939, “a pupil of mind took all that dream of interplanetary colonization quite seriously, and the realization that thoughts of people in one way and another depend on some hope of perpetuating and improving the human race for the whole meaning of the universe—that a ‘scientific’ hope of defeating death is a real rival to Christianity…. That in his enthusiasm to set right his reverie of prose enamored by the very thing it opposed, chalked up to overflow if you like, or experience, is further exposed in his meeting Yeats in situ, 1921, a Merlin figure before the fact, who appeared ‘in the presence chamber, lit by tall candles, with orange colored curtains and full of things I can’t describe because I don’t know their names, which sounds rather like Merlin at the door and thereafter a while, until tamed, an audience accompanied by a priest who feeds judicious questions to the mage Yeats, which is how Merlin as translator camouflages. In the Yeats audience, “Finally we were given sherry or vermouth in long curiously shaped glasses, except the priest who had whiskey out of an even longer and more curiously shaped glass.” The poet was very big, about sixty years of age; ‘aweful’ as Borzy says. When he first began to speak I would have though him French, but the Irish sounds through after a time.” (letter 14 March 1921) You may doubt all you like that Yeats is Merlin revisited, that is your right, even as much as the delightful suggestion that you might also like to burn Chas Williams at the stake, To His brother 5 November 1939, “Wrenn expressed almost seriously a strong wish to burn Williams, or at least maintained that conversation with Williams enabled him to understand how inquisitors had felt it right to burn people.’ This in debate over the adage -narrow is the way and few they be that find it.” Wrenn, of course, took the view that it mattered precisely nothing whether it conformed to our ideas of goodness or not, and it was at this stage that the combustible possibilities of Williams revealed themselves…”

Not to regress, but if Yeats as Merlin, what about Blake, but we are assured along the way, where “Mozart had remained a boy of six all his life, Coghill also delivered, ‘that Blake was really inspired. I was beginning to say, ‘In a sense----’ when he said ‘in the same sense as Joan of Arc.’” (Letter, 4 February 1923). So Blake as Joan of Arc and Yeats as Merlin so seem to populate the air with Steiner’s spiritual forces, in abstentia, cascading back and forth over Jack like this only shows the pretext of our own vagaries we contend, but reserve also our suspicion that a man is over board and we might break out a life boat for him, not that it matters, for he is in better hands.

This is what I mean about catching ourselves in the act of contradiction. Hideous Strength was written in '43 or so, but in 1923 (7 July) Lewis had written in his journal of Rudolph Steiner, "the spiritual forces which Steiner found everywhere were either shamelessly mythological people or else no-one-knows-what…I also protested that Pagan animism was an anthropomorphic failure of imagination and that we should prefer a knowledge of the real unhuman life which is in the trees etc…the best thing about Steiner seems to be the Goetheanum which he built up in the Alps…Unfortunately the building has been burned down the Catholics….” 

In the end I don't know who was the more naive. I had hired Kim KIeubel to work at the Drug Garden in he late 70's. He brought his Banisteropsis to work and and let it live in our greenhouse, to take the air as it were, and it did all right, no like the way too leggy, Salvia divina the assistant had in the botany greehouse on campus, starved for light. In the coursee of work on the beds of henbane and hemlock Kim was prone to mouth these God curses, jst in genral, presumably at things he could see or feel or couldn't see or feel. to these I objected that they were uncalled for, a verbal pollution in the air as if speech were a pollutant like aluminium or barium. H replied what did I care since he wasn't impugning any god in particular. I that there being only one God any such was a derricliction of the One. He was amzed I saw the manyin the one. I was amazed he could not see the One was undivided and everywhere.. This was not resolved. I think he thought it a punishment thought that I would not let him store his lunch in the refrigerator, but context explains the reason, for at that time I also had a part time sinicure  at teh Clayton foundatnon on campus and it was of much import to me when the post docs told me never to open the refriegerator in  one lab because it was radioactive. It sat there and irradiated, for those labs were filled with radiation, added to by the need discovered that in ordeer to save cost of buying new little one ounce lab bottles that the contents within were to be emptied out and washed from their radioactive zyelene, which economy was designated to the dish washer, moi, bo empty and wash, but with the windorw in the lab open a litle. The nosebleeds from this were likely involved in roping off the Grrden fridg. An excessive measure we may think but not know, for radioactive at low levels builds slowly in the body to its own climax,  So let it be said to prevent the same bili rueben test I took after the nosebleeds, and the workman's comp case it spawned to pay for it, these matters in those days were carefully pushed aside. Indeed it reminded me then of the rabbit the same post doc kept in the basement which he asked me to feed whthen he was away once. the rabbit was in cage in the dark corner. I moved th room around and put the cage below the only window in the liht. Later the post doc moved it back. that is sthe story of life. hook line and sinker. None of these poeple survived. The whole Exp Science bldg is gone. The Drug Garden is gone.  Flora Petit is gone. Dr Lester Reed is gone. Bill Lee  just disappeared. Kim went decades ago. It is 2025 in this tale. 

HA! the Disappearance of AI @ CulturCult Playwright First Folio

HA! the Disappearance of AI is the title of the first alphabetized entry of CulturCult's latest. Warned they might have to edit this play, so get a copy before the link is out, --it is more proof to the human class that AI does not exist, if you need another.

https://www.lulu.com/shop/jay-chakravarti/first-folio/ebook/product-959y9nq.html?page=1&pageSize=4

Landscape Mars Malacandra Eldila Good morning Mars @ Antipodean SF 321

For those who love a dialectic almost always psychological, that turned the apostles into such zealots that there must have been the resurrection, for if Jesus is a good man, how could he claim to be God if not and still be good? So Lewis transfers contrast with the hrossa to human instincts to question the pursuit of perpetual pleasure, as opposed to the memory of it, for pleasure is only full grown when remembered (76) which for the hrossa justifies its monogamy (76), and why there is no survival of the fittest (73), and the purpose of evil in their world via the hnakra ist o increase their joy (78). Here

The Bright Extensive Will at Southern Arizona Press. December 2021

Missed noticing the appearance of Bright Extensive Will in the anthology The Stars and Moon in the Evening Sky at Southern Arizona Press, p.106. AE Reiff is one seamless garment of belief, double weaving, both sides.

Poems @ Plum Tree Tavern

 

 

 To appear The Moon and the Light of the Sun, Autumn Moon

18 September 2022 Tide @ Plum Tree Tavern here

17 September 2022 Aureate Locks here

17 August Colonias here

03 August 2022 Countdown 

10 July 2022 Warehouse 

20 October 2019 Rock Falls

17 July 2016 Wilderness & Sign

Morning Star @ Stimulus Respond. Vesper 14 Jan 2025

Morning Star appears in a gorgeous production in Vesper, with a free PDF here: https://www.stimulusrespond.com/wp-content/uploads/2025/01/Vesper.pdf

https://www.stimulusrespond.com/ 

I had ten pages in the previous Stimulus Space Colony, titled A House in the Colony. Morning Star, here, was in print but not online from O/W Engaged 11, II, my last to show in the many sided exhibitions there. I did not remember Morning was booked at this Stimulus until now. Morning Star concerns the commune near Taos, the people there, the soil, the etheric relation in the Kiva, subsequent memories and corrections laid bare, all of which derive from Bob Northcott whose obit is now entered into public view. https://insightstatutes.blogspot.com/2024/07/bob-northcott.html

A Translation of the New Philadelphia, A Review

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BTRPSJ5G?ref_=pe_3052080_397514860
    The cover features the fantastical scene of a mythological beast with a ship in the background  from the French edition of Jonathan Swift's Tale of a Tub. The tub here, symbolizing exploration of the unknown, blending real with mythical, the title in its sails, so to speak, implies a transformation of historical & cultural elements of a perhaps mystical Philadelphia, with an influence from more than Swift of European that embodies myth and philosophy to explore this Philadelphia as a metaphor for any civilization at a crossroads of either salvation or damnation. It could be suggested that salvation requires a "translation," a reinterpretation of current realities, histories, and myths. 

It might be better to characterize as literary research the allusions of this fiction than to treat it as a psychological investigation of the interior first Adam, where that most dangerous monster of the deep, leviathan, symbol of the art of AI, is torpedoed by an American submarine in the best tradition of Evangelion killing angels, itself spawned after the holocaust visited on Japan that got Godzilla, yes, and the one on land with it, behemoth, strafed and bombed and droned, gunned by our air force, mysterious as that sounds. And who the agents are for good or ill we might like to know, whether extensions of technology are an equal danger with the primordial beasts in the hunt, that is, where all that technology came from by the way. To couch all of this in an account of prospectors camped outside the New Jerusalem to mine the gold is a historical unhistorical leap with the mythic disproportion it encounters, even if it elected Werner Herzog mayor, for if anybody could organize an attempt into that City hovering over the ground it was he. Philadelphia as a metaphor of Jerusalem or any civilization at this crossroad "translation" of "Higher" and "lower mind," identity and anonymity, name or no name, bespeaks a new state of utopian technologies and philosophical mishap. When these ships pulled in they built presidential mansions, and centaurs disembarked. So how else can we express all the currents and undercurrents of the last years before?

 "New Philadelphia" could symbolize a new state of existence or understanding of the idea of personal and societal transformation in either a utopian or dystopian vision of society.  There are hints of a critique of modern societal constructs, technologies (electro-magnetic), and governance, suggesting a world where the physical and metaphysical collide in mentions of mythical creatures like Leviathan and Behemoth. There's an implication of a deeper, often hidden, truth in disastrous or confusing outcomes of biblical stories involving eschatological visions like Noah's flood, Lot and Sodom, Leviathan, and the Book of Revelation). Phrases like "the days of new Noah" and "the flood came or when the fire fell on Sodom" evoke a sense of judgment and transformation.

Unified in a language dense with symbols and metaphors terms like "seraph" (meaning "burning one") and "Leviathan" are not just literal but are used to convey complex ideas about power. Multiple literary, historical, and religious references create a familiarity where thoughts flow to provoke reflection, and perhaps even spiritual or intellectual awakening in the reader. "A Translation of the New Philadelphia" of deeply symbolic and metaphorical text is rich with biblical references, apocalyptic imagery, and philosophical musings.. Perhaps a glossary is in the offing. The writing style creates a sense of urgency and immediacy.

Dave Cacher and Goldipop @ Horseshoe Journal IIii, Newfoundland

One advantage of living in Dewpit is you can say and do pretty much anything and nobody will notice. They are all stoned on sunlight. So we take glee to announce this opening salvo of the three great comic novels of Phoenix along the 33rd regarding the infamous crime celebrated so long ago that nobody remembers it either. Phoenicians will boast in future that they lived in that town of Dewpit before it was known and when asked about the goings on claim intimate knowledge. Who will know the difference? Susan! The Dame of Guapa Pop, Planetary Susan and Dave Cache, three great comic novels are scheduled to arrive some time this year at the publisher's discretion. In this advance we give thanks to editor Adam Beardsworth of Horseshoe Journal of NewFoundLand.  https://horseshoejournal.ca/2025/01/28/issue-iiii/#Goldipop-and-Dave-Cacher

Selected Works

 Three Essays (1966)

A Calendar of Poems (1973) 

Restorations of the Golden Age (1975)

Taliesin and the Summer Stars (1980)

Native Texans (1984) 

A Poetical Reading of the Psalms of David 1-41 (1985)

PL3:HSTBIS. Planet Three: Help Send This Book Into Space (1986)

Waldo Hippo Possum

Waldo Hippo Possum Added by BOTH HORSE AND RIDER

Opiomes. The Domes.

Opiomes. The Domes.Added by BOTH HORSE AND RIDER

The Severed Head: Starchitecture Tales Fro Faerie Gromets

The Severed Head: Starchitecture Tales Fro Faerie Gromets.Added by BOTH HORSE AND RIDER

Building Trans Human Immortals

Building Transhuman Immortals (2012) Both Horse and Rider

The Severed Head: Starchitecture Tales Fro Faerie Gromets (2013) Both Horse and Rider

    Some Days into the (implicit, [or] enforced) Moratorium, a small foci on the left parietal cortex, which is a lot like these versions of which the original file does not exist and the memory of the hundred versions of it (literally) don't either. The versions do however so they display periodically as we do our affections. So fiction is like life.

The current version as of 9/18/13 is that of 3/4/12, which looks like the very last before the crash. The opening segment, which appeared as Hybrid Beastiary, but without the links active and the pics, has been beviewed some 2500 times at Red Fez. Other parts have apparently appeared too. FLASH!!! LOST DOCUMENT OF 4 MARCH RECOVERED 9 June! Unbelievable! No more can be added to the 107 total versions as the file is gone. #75 showing now, the 172 page "long" version. In the beginning this was BUILDING TRANSHUMAN IMMORTALS revised. It got revised a hundred times, but eventually two electronic interfaces disagreed and it entered the hole. Somewhere it existed who can now doubt. Of the hundred not one remained in the world.

Then OPIOMES was formed of its chaos, Visions of the Starchitect, Ishtar Hotel in its first reel. It blames Coleridge. Then TROJAN HORSE (now HistoPossum) formed of the spit. Poseidon, out of the dread locks of Medusa, like the Trojan, like Pegasus, made horses, but still retained her SEVERED HEAD. This is as ghastly as true. Pegasus and his brother Chrysaor formed just at that moment when Perseus severed it. Then the immigrant Kurk Wold docked his Batcave Neptune Mobile in Denver, home of the Broncos and Mustang Sally. So these two versions, Trojan Horse (HistoPossum) and Opiomes, were once one. One became two out of chaos, and now there are three. Would that Raja Rao had lived to hear it.

Myth becoming fact might be fun, surrealism absurd, but for Dean Swift rowing down the Thames. I don&t mind if you take the severed head as a parable of particle physics, of the failure of the standard model to describe 4-space time entering 3-space, or, "energy which is compressed by exactly the same factor by which matter is considered compressed energy: the speed-of-light-squared!" Then the empty space...in place the empty head. A parable of particle physics! Napont Wilmington!

To interpret we don’t think they are pursuing particle physics in this. The paradigm of the Standard Model is incomplete if not false, flat space time but not curved. So while they pursue the half speed LHC pipe dream of Higgs, the thinking is skewed, as if it were being done to them, not by them, and they deny the existence of the longitudinal wave. To anybody who persevered through this process maybe the title isn't quite set, Kurk Wold Letters, oops, fauxnonfic, Cartoon at the End of the World, Ishtar Hotel, Starchitect, but after a hundred visions and revisions three times this much exists in other states, hidden on the internet! 49 pages

Waldo Hippo Possum. (2015) Both Horse and Rider

    The last draft of 5/31/14 - 2/10/15 now showing. Previously displaying was the very first draft of years ago. This work in HistoPossum, Opiomes and Severed Head must be taken in the same sense as the bridges in the Ring of Saturn's Rag picking History, Grandville’s 1844 book Un autre monde, celebrated by Walter Benjamin, and Kafka's so called mistaken bridge from New York to Boston in Amerika.

These become examples or types of the bridge put up in the Encouragements index, to take as one what is many, celebrated in later work of 2019 by that name. Editors (Max Brod) thought they had to correct Kafka. That is, these writings are all rag pickings, collectibles, and faux to make iron look like wood, or wood iron. Oh would you turn it to gold! Shut up thou Lethe sunk. I'm interested in finishes but am not much of a philosopher. There are bridges in space, but mine are bridges of time, which I feel preoccupied to display because they consume my meditations, time from...to.., you see I dare not say it, it sounds so absurd. Naivete is the calling card. A low light on the horizon rising.

You will also note my Ishtar Hotel is deviously Kafka's Occidental Hotel amped like K's Statue of Liberty with "the arm with the sword now reached aloft". They need to be apologized for but aren't. No doubt here comes someone to restore the text, add coherence, defeat montage, refuse the half-concealed dream of citations, torsos, data base, data base. I sought my analyst, but found she was everything I was not.

31 May 14 Tightened p. 78 to the end 30

Jan 14 It's a shame that E Pluribus Unum is pagan, but it doesn't say "Gather Together In One All Things In The Messiah, both in heaven and on earth in Him." Dozens of Americans grope toward their seclorum millennial end, but it is not of the Son of Psalm 2, Kiss the Son whose kingdom is set upon the holy hill. It sounds more like Hosea 13.2, the work of craftsmen where the sacrificers of men kiss the calves. Calf kissing and human sacrifice is being pursued downtown in the kidney at The Severed Head and the Ishtar Hotel.

22 Dec 13 How could anybody penetrate this chaos. Some slight improvements entered today.

30 July 13 Tramp Wine sounds like something made under bridges from sterno. I can't say it's not, I can't say it is. It came from seeing the leaves spell out letters on the walk so to speak, spelling words we can't bear to hear, so I was out tramping them down to obscure them, but then, won't you know, the sea did the same with the sand. That's my Tramp Wine.

28 June These forces in history are called HistoPossum, because they play dead but are very much alive.

21 Feb If you can see an effect you can reason its significance

15 Jan 13 This take is for any Gobbets who might have wandered off the nipple.

8 Jan 13
Dear Anybody, This could be a journal of a letter, not to confuse. Other sources are forthcoming, but hopefully not here. You have been patient enough, if you have been at all. This is the way of it. It is why The Third Policeman never got out. But there was no Scribd then. Alors.

30 Nov 2012 This Version organized to welcome the Charles Bowden brain-beheaded world, Hopefully the narrative will survive. His other absurd monograph, Opiomes, facetiously argues the America nation given to Iraq (meaning Babylon) at the Obama inauguration in Denver, in architectural icons designed as a gigantic (st)age and genre of super events. Buildings and art culminate in the arrival of super mensch. Wold says genetic art, science, weather manipulation, chemtrails on postage stamps, unspeakable government experiments,psychological manipulations hold prisoner these institutions. Wold was held twice, escaped thrice. This exploration of the underworld and iconic Altar frieze of Gigantomachy are prima facie evidence to him of the giant arms. It is as if the successor to William Burroughs were Hunter Thompson and to Tho... 94 pages

Opiomes - Both Horse and Rider

 "from the arched roof Pendant by subtle Magic many a row Of Starry Lamps and blazing Cresents fed With Naphtha and Asphaltus yielded light As from a sky. PL I, 726f 17 Apr 14 A miniature of this was issued on Red Fez recently which jokes that the classics and movies are the two greatest sources of the news. Since then more elements of starchitecture have been revealed and a primer of countdowns to the Day is in the works. Meantime clues are given at the Encouragements entry announcing the Red Fez article. Other more finished papers of Kurk Wold, black scientist, are on Scribd too, but the rough notes, exhaustive in their way, and sometimes mystifying, are posted on a blog site edited by AE Reiff entitled http://insightstatutes.blogspot.com/. Everyboy's afraid of this stuff. But I didn't invent it. I'm just reporting the literature. 1 May '13 New version reflects work at Insight Statutes exemplified in Training Hege @ Cafe Irreal.

One Poem @ Lothorien Poetry Journal

 "Thankye for sending me this outstanding poem. It is a pleasure to read and step inside your beautifully crafted work and I have now published your sublime poem Alms Book on the LPJ Blog. I love your originality of voice, subject, language, the internal atmospheres and imagery in place and time in this poem and look forward to reading and considering more of your fascinating work AE." Strider, Here

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A Look at the Vision of Some of these Works

You can read the first seven of the 39 canonical stories of  The JFK Order online at the site. All but one (Rehoboth Starr) is published from previous appearance. The first question: What is The JFK Order is answered in that it is a Dada Project begun when Nabu Johnny went up to Coalcrotch House. The first result of this  Dada Project was the Three Big Oops, now beginning to appear online as Opps Pied Cow. Not to choose any particular Order of Oops as government ops, whether in the Killing of JFK, The Fall of the Twin Towers, The Invasion of Iraq, the Tonkin Gulf Declaration, the Founding of the State of Israel, techniques used in the sinking begin at the good ship Jolly Rubino, with the psychology of assassination Banquo's Safe coming after, but before all these, Israel's founder, David Ben-Gurion as the Talking Ass opposes the one thing everybody still believes in, the power of Artificial Intelligence. Israel poses as Balaam confronted by Ben-Gurion in his roundup of AI at Memoir of Angels. These works, with The JFK Order, ascend a collective ladder to the re-ascension of Trump, for all these Oops and ops work together to create THE BIG ONE, as they like to call The putative California earthquake, hence those that believe Trump will save them have yet to read Trojan White Horse, It wasn't Camelot that JFK offered, but Pied Cow, to be issued in three volumes, now in proof. Which of these are Mom, Pop and Baby Oop you must divine. 2020 Election people ignored the signs, but the sociology of elite political families continues. Since there is no arguing about conspiracy, reason is bypassed in these dozens of segments of  normality and expectation. Assassinations enabled these.

The future beyond this core vision occurs in A Translation of the New Philadelphia Principalities and Powers of Centaurs and Rhinoceroses thrown in. This occurs as a scroll the prophet Jeremiah threw in the Euphrates River. Fairy Tale Politics explains some of these events with the absurdity that Apollinaire preferred over supernaturalism. 

If you are one of those who long for prosaic accounts of real events then The Fall of Evangelicalism and the Latin America Mission is for you, which presents particular effects of liberation theology in Central America. Austin, recounts the theory of teaching this author employed in freshman composition classes at three colleges and universities and an account of the great natural beauty of Austin at the beginning of the Edwards Plateau from atop the Balcones Fault, with a social history as well, not now maybe what it then was, but tokens remain.  Libby is the biography of a Mennonite curmudgeon, artist, woman and archivist of a family of Mennonites from the very beginning of Philadelphia with much local history applied.

Works of prose from a poet prove poetry a higher and more deciding expression. To glimpse the latest, Airy is a full color accompaniment of the state of innocence as an Ameryca of children. It is the beginning of imaginative vision and represents the poetic first issued in A Calendar of Poems (Austin, 1974). The True Light That Lights with Glossary and Notes presents stanza forms of this imagination. First issued by Parousia (2020), reissued by Histericks (2024), since poetry can express beauty and truth together, it answers the dire presentations of the prose above. Voluntude (Grand Canal Flyway, 2023) is like it. 

These represent about half of the work nascent and in progress. As always, and as at the end of those first blogs, I say to the many who have viewed this work, you immensely dignify these proceedings with your presence.  May the Lord lift up his face to you.

Portfolio @ Emanations 11

Emanations 11 409-416. These are b/w here but the originals, except the first are arcylics in color.

American Eclipse

 

At the Door

Cherub

Shelley III

Flood Gate

Shelley II

AIRY. Vision of the Life of a Child

 Here for the first time in human history are the children of Ameryca. First off a fly is not a fly. Not a noun, it is a verb, an act, and a house is not a house, structure, it is a near verb, the "house." Later on of course we shall say that a horse is not a horse. So be it.

Full page color illustrations of all the poems that addressed the birth of Ameryca first appearing in A Calendar of Poems (1974), stored in the E.O.N. archive in Viareggio with all the books that were part of the Utopian Library assembled by Vittore Barone, there conserved, now selected and embedded within these drawings a child left on the floor, dabbling at five.

Collected, they were put through many changes and filters now mostly forgot, then reproduced the old way of color Zerox on thick rag paper two decades ago at least. The idea was to publish them on a hand press, much in way it was desired to publish a Blake comic book too, which never materialized. I chose one member of my committee in 1974 solely on the basis of using that as pretext to borrow and copy his entire collection of Blake slides for this purpose too. Having no means however beyond this, the title that became Airy, but was in the file Momma Noture's Newfound Country Runes,was put away, but files magnified digitally to 4800 dpi by the once upon a time photographer assistant at Phoenix College who then had access to advance equipment, whose name in the course of events named and unnamed resembles this title, until it now emerges, after the skills necessary to Indie pub on KDP, matured to the point where these poems, but more this idea of the child, can be issued, after many efforts, in finest format. The original preferred format was 81/2 by 11 to show the colors best, but this had to be adjusted to 7X10 for the reqs as the next largest format that could achieve distribution. This vision of the child long held from that first impression on Mount Airy and  when the Songs of Innocence were first encountered in the Geoffrey Hartman Romantics lectures attended, began to form this way as a chorus of lyrics of this bestiary formed to show the walk toward the flowering heart, taken as the the primal philosophy of the people the author was born to in the Germantown neighborhood of Mount Airy. Roethke, Open House, D H Lawrence, Birds, Beasts and Flowers, Ted Hughes, Remains of Elmet, among many have entered into this cerebration of the natural and the human. This one preoccupies with the incarnation of the child and has a realized place now in the various collections of similar efforts in various published and ms. form.  Baby, sent at first acquaintance to Rachel Kendall at the birth of her child was the first effort to appear online before Little Bird Pecking, illustrated, in Fish Food. Flowering Heart was in the TQ in 74, courtesy of my director, T. M. Cranfill.  These are the innocents, seen even in the Pig's Song and Snake, but now there means to be collected the more satirical poems, still lyrical, which obviously comes due with the timing of it all, these being issued for publication 2 Nov. right before the 2024 election of Donald Trump, but not actually cleared by the publisher until 7 Nov., after that election by acclamation. The volume that must follow had already been titled long ago as poems of America, the i and not the y, labeled at Mannequin Haus 12 in 2018 as A Vocabulary of the Opposite in the fashion of American history of this time cast, recasting in prose form the nursery rhyme folk tales mined from A Calendar. This vision is life long long held. The next effort, written from that old sheep ranch outside Austin inhabited in those days
heretofore will be:

Old 

Mac

DONALD

Plain texts of Flowering Heart were in The Texas Quarterly, and Solar Dithyrambs at Ink Pantry. Little Bird Pecking illustrated was at Fish Food Mag. 29 Sept 2019 now only at FB  https://www.facebook.com/fishfoodmag/ The illustrations are all the work of one Lily, left to be collected as found, then worked to their present state. All the poems were in the first issue of A Calendar of Poems (Austin, 1973).The simplest of lyrics asks questions we can't answer, like you have a knot in your brain. What ever could that mean? A list could be started with memory at the top, for were we to remember we might know how we got from where we were to where we are. It's involved with window panes. Some kind of see through action. It's softer than wood. Which leaves room for countless organics. The best part is the little bird itself which you see is heavily imagist free writing, or so it seems, until the strands weave a greater whole. What is it. Indeed what is it? The density and gravity of these long sentences is in one sense a capitulation to the inability to deliver the message that these events are occurring. This because of the anesthetic applied from all sources added to the ordinary human self interest, not to speak of the distractions and misinformation.

This woodpecker needs some soup. It's all in the brain.
First Premise, the knot/not in the brain. Suppose the not of the knot, for there is a not in a knot, has to do with the denial, but it is belief of a certain kind, which cannot be anything but the way the child sees. Have you heard of the contraction of vision in the adult. Is it the hand held? Two things here are the not/knot and your brain. Does it sound like the pineal flows need to be loosed, dissolved. Are you a not? knot? Let's see.

Second Premise: the knot is softer than window panes. A see through knot/not flesh, not silicone. Silicone is the new form of body to inhaited by the jokees of Venter, Bezos and Musk tied up in their brains so they can live forever. Ho ho. Back to the brain, See though glass, looking glass, has to do with what we see, which is really what we think because if we don't think it we deny it seeing. Yes Dorothy, here is visual.  

Third Premise, it's softer than wood, which if it's softer than window panes and softer wood is a progression of softers. Wood is living, but glass never was. When wood dies it at least can burn. Inorganic/organic, this ecology of the bird prefers the wood. Who doesn't prefer life is no longer obvious because of the tampering. Birdy wants to peck it out, so prefers the wood to glass, but it really really wants to peck the brain. Do you feel like the bird loves, wants to do you this favor? The only why to find out will have to tune in to the gorgeous outlook of the Fish Food website, now defunct.

Gift to the Wedding

 We went through all the hundred or so extant pieces and this was selected by the judges as most fit for a gift for the wedding of Cynthia and Robert's youngest son, married this day. It was FedEx and arrived unscathed.

Banquo's Safe

Unnecessary to say that Banquo was ordered executed by Macbeth. The two assassins missed Banquo's son, but when reporting to Macbeth, he asked if Banquo was safe, meaning dead. The safe can be a strongbox in one usage, filled with all the techniques modern assassins avail. The safe describes the safe places that became a rage in universities to pull down statues. And the safe is a coffin, since there is not now or ever has been any safe place in life. As Geo Washington put it, "either drenched with blood or Inhabited by Slaves" (to G. W. Fairfax in London, 31 May, 1775). https://www.amazon.com/dp/1961710323?ref_=pe_93986420_774957520

Grand Canyon Evening. Catalogue 7 of The Avatar Bookstore @ Antipodean SF 309

  The new catalogue of Avatar Books just online makes available what we celebrate as the Grand Canyon. here

Urk to be narrated at Antipodean SF Radio Show 14 July 2024 from Antipodean SF Issue 300, September2023

 Beira - July 14, 2024

Featured in Beira Urk – by AE Reiff – narrated by Charlie Fami’s Watch – by Robert Runté – narrated by Clyde Gatlin Overlords – Part 2 – by Chantal Clearwater Our Audio License AntipodeanSF Radio Show by Ion Newcombe is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 Featured Music Shell by Nctrnm is licensed under a […] […]

 

This is selected from among the best.

All thanks to Nuke for this distinction, Australia's finest and SF's best publisher, Ion Newcombe

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Urk

By AE Reiff

Shorthand for Oracle, Urk, dressed as fine as anybody, but better, brighter, more successful, more beautiful to flaunt the Wahoo power to interrupt our brains and project the beauty mask. What they really were we forego in the effigies of every nation, but these are the beings that run the world.

New Science permits the supernaturalism of headboarded elongated skulls. Americans dug up remains left by the Germans in Iraq. Cloned an ORC lately?  Better to say the Oracle taught itself  the means to know. This applied from the Latin of Apollo temples and Delphi omachines, gnōthi seauton. “Au” as in know thy “ouch!” 

You want to hear about a real oracle? Oracles were a blank screen which built the architecture of primitive origins that Urk explores. We like to call him Ork or Orc, but sometimes Ook. The Oracle sold itself the value of this telepathy and took external attachments to produce it. AS FAR AS THE ORCS GO THIS DESICCATION WAS INDUCED to improve the dissemination of radar gaps, antennas in the general pop. There must be a special place for taking metaphor seriously in the transverse sinus.

Orc took that pyromancy that ancient kings who inquire of the "bones" an unforeseen step further. It Oracled itself. Applying a hot iron to a shell and reading the cracks from a handbook was the normal process, but Orcs cracked themselves, that is their shells. Shell here is the way to picture spirit, which usually can’t be seen since headboarding is psychological.  Once the shell was cracked and the Orc was naked, a webwork of a white mottle appeared — but after divination Orc had nowhere to return to, hence all the shell burst we refer to in the desert as heat lightning. We can only plummet this by reference to the unsaid of the said.  Orc took divination a step beyond the natural which the prophet has allowed us to understand even if we can't see, for whatever their spirits donned for the interim of their lives, they were loosed by fire.

First Friday exhibit, "Duet," at New City Studio May 3 - May 19th

The True Light That Lights with Additional poems and a Glossary @ Histericks

This new edition adds six additional poems and a glossary by request. here

Note  the salvation of the world as a weather phenomenon--Starry seas caught up into clouds is a measure of the bright extensive will, that whirls earth sphere throughout all time. THESE WEATHER MODIFICATIONS SYMBOLIC OF ThIS SONNET.

Myth Politic: Ongoing Reports of the Extinct Red Fez Empire

This was likely to be followed by a report of Mythic Physics. The publisher had a proof of Mythical Madmen in the Physics of Rune
Floberghagen - Translated from the Covid but Amazon would not upload it, perhaps from the name in the title. Myth Politic itself was mostly withdrawn and replaced by the title, Fairy Tale Politics, still prophetic moments when literature presaged political events along with analysis of myth paradigms projected into memes of unconscious public awareness as a tacit approval of their existence.Publishers also have manuscripts in various states. https://www.amazon.com/dp/1961710218?ref_=pe_93986420_774957520

Landing Bruppbacher @ CulturCult Anthology Creatures of Habit

If you will free your mind from the logical and three dimensional for a moment, several poderent asses, moiderent asses, made a train across the bridge of this immaterial. The asses could speak and held a dialogue among themselves about the trek, which was fitting because all the other traffic was motorized.  The last entry in Volume II, 206-216, a coda perhaps, or the place where you put anything you can't fit. What's the romance? You tell the world. Here

Czech tour @ Chasing Sunsets : An Anthology of Travel Memories

                                                                

A reprint of the elimae piece of 2006 at Chasing Sunsets 2024, 41-52, viewed with the illustrations submitted with the piece not printed. here
 

Elbogen cannonball garden.