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Phil John Kneis:
SYLLOGY XXIV:
PRANAH - LINKS XXIX:
(TEXTVS, PART NINE OF NINE)
Eichwalde / Berlin / Schierke / Annandale-on-Hudson / New York / Camden, Me / Cologne /
Nashville / New Orleans / Washington, October 8th, 2003 - August 12th, 2004 - P#243
EXPOSITION:
INCOVATIO
PARS PRIMA: PREVIOUSLY...
INTERLVDIVM PRIMVM: EX ARCHÊS
PARS SECVNDA: GRAMMA
INTERLVDIVM SECVNDVM: PERI TA HORIZOMENA
PARS TERTIA: BERESHIT
INTERLVDIVM TERTIVM: CHAOS KAI NOMOS
PARS QVARTA: LOGOS
INTERLVDIVM QVARTVM: HOLON KAI MEROS
PARS QVINTA: DISCOURS
INTERLVDIVM QVINTVM: LOGOI KAI ERGA
EXVOCATIO
<div class="FRAGMENT 1">
if we were to
see the past
for what it is
see the words
all reconnect
see the paths
all reconvene
and spell it out
and ripped it out
the beating heart
and spelled it out
the truth unwanted
truth unspared
and truth undared so
for what's a truth
that can't be made action
for what's a thought
that can't be made the future at all
pastest past its fires wielding
pastest past its secrets yielding
pastest past its masks disguising
pastest pasts
all breaking down
present now from past is drawn
presented all with thoughts rethought so
thoughts so far away and distant
future shocks now all connected
future all so distant, strange
come to be, in days unknown but scheduled already
</division>
<div class="FRAGMENT 2">
crashing crashing crashing so
crashing crashing crashing down now
crashing all
and cracks all further
cracks appear
and crash me down
cracking down
and cracking up
</divestment>
<div class="FRAGMENT 3">
see it coming
see it growing
see it made
and being made
turns to better or to worse it
can you tell?
and can you say?
turns the fate
or turns it not
know - hear - see
often said
often heard
so often written
and so unthought of
finally
see the form
beget a substance
see the substance
grow a form
so unwanted
so uncherished
so embellished
so distracted
and distorted
see it grow
from past all volumes
see it grow
on dust and bones
see it grow
to new a function
of the old
and all that's been
and all that's written
linked to what now must appear
and future's path
by past so guided
past so haunted
undetermined
though at last
all that's coming
must grow on its own
all that's coming
must know on its own
all that's coming
must go on its own
and words that written
be they unwritten
and books that read
be they unread
yet deeds that done
can't be undone
these are just words
for the sake of the word
these are just children
wanting to know
and pasted together
from the beginning
through the explained
in chaos and order
in whole and in part
all words, deeds to follow
all words, deeds in wish-belief
made it all
and see it grow
and live
for now
</divergence>
<div class="FRAGMENT 4">
the foundation is set
it always has to be fought with blood
'cause it always has to be blood
quia anima omnis carnis sanguis eius est
</divertissement>
<div class="FRAGMENT 5">
the frantic insistence on where do they stand
on what's their position
on how we can classify them
choosing sides?
don't you dare
simplify your life
don't let them take you
your fire
your spirit
your essence
your soul
</diversity>
<div class="FRAGMENT 6">
these little words we've invented
to instantly
just
unjustly, most of all
quite put the blame
and call them names
these evil ones
these liberals
conservatives
conniving
deliberately
conniving
conspiring
confiring
contiring
doing their evil
time and again
</divulgence>
<div class="FRAGMENT 7">
tell me the difference 'tween a know-it-all
and one who, indeed,
does know it all
</divinity>
<div class="FRAGMENT 8">
they are the token ones
they are the broken ones
</diversion>
<div class="FRAGMENT 9">
the powers that make we
that powers that shake we
the powers that take we
time and again
</dividend>
<div class="FRAGMENT 10">
shake it loose
and see it pass
and make it past
and let it go
so
now
then
once
upon
a
time...
</dive>
Die Idyll ist zerstört,
Stimme der Vernunft, o schweig'!
Dem Menschen, der suchet das ewige Licht,
Existierte, Vergessen, Vernichtet:
privatus erat
Was hast du getan mit all deiner Macht?
Den Blick auf die Zukunft gerichtet.
Ohne Vernunft.
Einsam und leer.
Greifend mit mächt'ger Hand
Hell der Mond, jetzt schläft das Land.
privatus est
privatus erit
The running gag in heaven is Man.
Der Geist sucht nach Raum,
Der Schein zählet nichts,
Nichts ist gegeben,
Doch nur die Erkenntnis
Ist Leben
Allein auch hier
In die einstige Stille hinein,
Von Glauben und Licht
Just throwing those tears away,
And listen just to the world's sound.
In unseren Händen
Lesson of death as we saw it.
And all it's destiny -
But my self is a secret and so is your own,
To learn to forgive
Zu wahren die Einheit
Mephisto ist eitel
Doch Zeit ist ein Gleichnis
Wir glaubten zu sehen
Und Türme errichten
Zerstörend die Träume,
So lebt ja die Täuschung,
But what yet to gain?
Das Wort vom Leben ist zu schwer,
Denn dies ist das Ende.
Und ist und wird sein,
Wohl alles und nichts.
Gepriesen wird, wer Falsches sagt,
Away now this stuff!
So all' Gedanken sind nichts wert,
Die Wahrheit zu finden
I'm lacking the truth, and I fear
Irrelevant
Gedanken des Friedens
Tiefsten Tiefen starr verbunden
Das Alte, so schwer,
Und Friede ist dann.
Ergebnis des Segens,
The bridges will burn:
Nicht Dunkel und Tod
So now let go
Du Volk des Herrn, was suchest du?
Was suchtet ihr als Götzen euch?
A shadow's ark,
Inhuman fire, walk with me,
Auch wenn Verderben uns umschlingt,
Aus Blut stets geboren
Away what was known,
In dreams deep down I feel the truth,
Zu bereisen, sehen, staunen.
Zur Ferne der Sterne,
And knows the shadows and the light.
Where nothing but stays
We won't pay with money the darkness to leave,
The masks that now are,
And all the mysteries of life
And form the speech and all derive
And all reflections fade to black.
In allem verbunden, in allem vereint,
Das Leben nicht lüget,
Nein, nichts ist von Anfang im Menschen verloren,
Deep down the masks
Deep down the dreams together think,
Die Ersten ja sterben
Im Staube des Kreuzes gestorben das Sterben,
Betraying all we once had vown?
All' Altes beiseite,
Away, because we have no clue.
I smile but I'm lying.
His kingdom come.
Nur Nicht-Macht kann leben und Leben dann geben,
The fate is my brother,
The tasks come clear,
At waking hour, will we know
Death is life,
Time is as the world a stage,
In nothingness holding,
Just sleeping the world is,
Deconstructing every wall -
Driving safe the dagger home.
What if the world outside is dream?
Il n'y a pas mots?
I construct myself,
In lightened dark
Seeing me from quite outside,
We all do know what's right or wrong,
In time's own flow.
Ahora, no pienso
Te amo, te quiero.
La la la la la la la la -
The troubles of life all behind me
I shall know when I should yield -
What do I flee?
A havoc all
You have to accept it
Can smell its smell of death,
Discernable not
When I look at you
A thousand years -
O day of tears, of tears this day!
'N'all my dreams it is I search you,
The majesty of life - unseen,
A heart we show.
All thinking cruel,
Already dead,
Confront? Evade?
And frogs may fall.
TVRNSITALLANDNOTTOBETTER
The poems to come
Wake
Mais voir, n'ai pu.
Fall'n so deeply,
Somebody missing at my side
Just wanna be honest
All from deepest longings rising
ubi fuis - ibi vadis
Is it fight
Il mio cuore
Lost it all and turns to aching
Substance hidden
et fractus es.
When I see you once more
How can it be
I'm dying within.
All my thoughts
The sound of her voice
And beyond, beneath it all -
Deeds undone now claim to be,
The words that flow an end demand
Wake, and make, and see it all
to tôn pantôn telos
And so it begins
All the paths obscured again
Yet time's too precious
Shut it off
tauta ta pragmata bion kai thanaton epousin hama
Hollow all down here - and stark,
The manu-script, by hand here made,
And get involved.
 all and is to be
Prison for your very soul.
A turn this to take
All construction site and camp
Still your name a sacred thing
All so fragile, break it might
N'any now possible seemable dreamable state now to flow into
A poem in lines now here written in chaos and utter confusion -
Makes me be, and makes me me,
Try not to corrupt me,
Do the time-warp
Is twice a better road to go?
Blindness reigns and strikes with terror,
That's the flow of things, you know,
The balance is gone
vae iis qui non sunt
And still, I can breathe,
Aren't higher things here now at stakes?
The past has returned
So downwards it be.
Neither-nor beats right and wrong
But hush now, sweet baby,
To hell all those sermons and lies and deceptions
I want it to end
Is this madness, false excitement,
Time has stopped
And stories have fallen
And felt you the silence
Forget and unmake it
For once you've died inside already
You're unwanted if you're true
Was all just a game?
And fight then your demons
They label a thing and think then they know it:
Falling am I,
comment te dire
Is too much to ask this,
just put a stake right through my heart
'cause this is the end
not quite dead, but not alive;
for what I've become?
I can't just tear my heart asunder
I'm still having hope (I'm not)
am still in love and must not be
that I'm just walking to my grave
and truth is an f-word assigned to the dull
now, it's dark
turn
the cold
around
seek out
know
face
slay
ur
demons
making an unscheduled halt
In a shower of rain
Cried, "Nangnang, Nangnang, Nangnang":
and sadly she looked
all over and over and over again
he stopped for a moment
it felt like a bar in the middle of nowhere
I wasn't so sure
feel what you're saying
I'd rather live at odds with the flow
the author lives
can this be for real?
we shouldn't play like this, my dear,
a certain air of desperation
fuck the isms
and give me some paper to write on,
and see, there's no life
not a heart just beating with mine
so haunted I am
so smile I will kindly, reply with a no,
I'm gone already
know your self
what are you
worn-out feelings full of pain just
want to drink me?
let it now
walk the path you're not supposed to walk
sometimes you see
come veder' un' futuro senz' ella
so, how do you do
has all been quite real?
the balance stays gone
but see I not life?
/
drippy-drop the rain's a-goin'
drippy-drop outside my room
outside my window
fires wailing
now extinguishable being
send me sleep just, lull me in
by your sweet and dripping
lullaby
//
this place crawling with 'em little dots little crawlers crawling up unto my body my skin collapsing folding opening closing in they're closing in can any body help me please I'm falling I'm going I'm fading I'm lost I understand this poem (k)now suddenly it dawns upon me need to write it speak it spit it fuck it out see, there are parts when all, just all needs to be linked back directly to words and deeds of times so pastest foreshadowing what's yet to come can only be done by rephrasing the past rearranging reintegrating reaffirming reconfirming rectifying reevaluating doing it all so quite and genuinely do it all and see the signal see the flow of things so clearly see the signs see them tremble 'fore mine eyes see them see them see them rise and see them fall see their epigenesis be made see them crawling out of the farther reaches of my mind farther reaches father reaches into them be a father you your self be a mother you as well shakes it now and shakes within so all the knowns deserve a pseudo- and then there are these other parts who interlock and intervene they channel things like channeled they always love they carry things like carried they always have they are the phases where everything's decided everything's made everything's put into fated a written existence just so take your bous and run strophê it seek the truth
in life
at all
costs
and
drink
///
the proper book
the proper words
the proper things to read and write
the proper time
the proper space
the proper things to hear and say
the proper way
the proper kind
the proper code to learn and teach
the proper reaches of the mind
and all in all
to shadows fallen
truths all covered
sealed
by fate?
// //
every end is a beginning
each beginning needs an end
// / //
could negate my beginnings I?
could deny my points of departure?
shall I hide what seems too strange,
shall repress what's not my present now?
things that are
ain't jumped into being
things that are
ain't grown out of nothing
things that are
have history
have both an end and a beginning
for what I was is part of what I am
and what I discarded, I did for a reason
and what I retained, as well, or as wrongly -
for life without change
just doesn't exist
and past repressed
negates present being
and paths that unchallenged
will lead into madness
see what you were
see what you are
live what you'll be
and so, from beginnings,
a substance is grown
a web, a pastiche here of thoughts diachronical
thoughts interwoven
responding t' their calls
respecting t' their failures
reforming their paths -
so wake through your making
and see where it leads you
/// ///
if we were
to speak now truly
'bout a start
beginning
rule
if we were
t' concede its essence
as we were
in tightest grasp of it
tightest hold
and tightest being -
if we were
to recognize
what cannot be named
(though still some dare name it)
to recognize
what cannot be owned
(though still some dare own it)
to recognize
what can't be controlled
(though still some dare do that)
to write into being
what's not in our words
to write into being
what's not in our letters
to write in your being
what surely transcends you
what surely extends you
what surely
you are
/
so tell me, my friend, now,
what's in a letter?
what's in a sign?
see it all written
or etched
or just carved
see it all burning
into the flesh of human society
so cycle it through
so see all such markings
so see all such
stuff
see it now
right looking back at you, I'm almost certain
see the sign beget its grin
see the old and ancient ones
secret scepters of priests now so gone
see in their mimêsis
see prôtô-genesis
see in their living
death immature
see in their passing
light gone away
see in their presence
age overcome
see them mimic life itself
shapes of people,
peopled shapes
hear their voices
whispering
shouting
claiming now
a truth unwanted
truth so lost
and still innate
//
see the ox behind the 'Aleph
and the house behind the Beth
see the camel in the Gimmel
and the Daleth shows a door or fish
He's a window
Waw's a nail
Zayin's the sword and sign of lovers
Heth's a fence
and Teth's a serpent biting its tail
Yodh's the hand
and Kaph its palm
Lamedh means an oxen's goad (or shows a lion sitting proudly)
Mem is water
Nun a snake
Samekh is a prop just merely
'Ayin's an eye
and Pe's a mouth
Tsade is a hook for fishes
Qoph's the back part of the head
Resh, the head, alludes to Re, the sun-god ancient,
Shin's a tooth for judgement grinded
Taw's the sign that marks the world
///
see the signs
point back to things
see the things
pointing all back to the signs yet again:
see all that's made
see it made manifest
see it made plentifold
see it made unifold
see it made
the letter
of the law
// //
see the letter
govern the spirit
see the letter
govern the form
see the letter
dictate the past
notate the present
guessing the future,
all in its path:
feel its weight
and weighty authority
feel its grasp
and graspable shapes all
feel its meaning
and meaningful meaninglessness
in Thoth's own grip
by Plato so cursed all
so damned all and stigmatized -
yet do we claim truth
for signs of our making
yet do we claim insight
from signs from the past
yet do we claim truth
and do claim we power
// / //
see the letters
claim a meaning
see them ostracize contending ones
see them call upon our tasks unwanted
tasks undone
and tasks undoable
and make they all possible
what seemed not comprendable
for fixed into writing
just all, once it's thought,
can claim then its righteousness
claim then its liveliness
claim then its fate
and claim then its place
/// ///
see the 'Aleph in the Alpha
see the Beth behind the Beta
and the Gimmel in the Gamma ---
see the Alpha behind A
see the Beta behind B
see the Gamma lurk in G and C ---
and now what we have
is A, B and C
just faceless reminders
of pasts behind pasts
of life behind symbols now emptied and vain
see them here multiply
see them here strangify
see them on papers and screens all so plentiful walkingly
see them stripped of face and form
being made
both caskets and cribs
crying down white, hollow hallways
looking at the world
in tears
it's from what is known
it's from what is limited
it's from what's defined
that comes all we see
all we acknowledge
all we call truth
and all in the limited
all in the properly bounded and shaped
there's harmony sought
and pleasure all asked for to nourish the senses
and nourish the soul
and challenge the mind we
at borders aligned all
and frontiers all edged
and words to be written
and regions uncharted
all wonder and awe
to see just behind such horizons of thought
and cages of wisdom
flowing all so quietly and gentlestly
don't make a noise here, you'd surely be heard
don't you now panic, and don't you cry out:
they seek not the pain
they seek not distortion
they seek not the questions that forced them to think
they seek not the answers disproving their all-cherished faiths
so in beginnings here to rest
and in beginnings here to sleep
lulled quite in
and tucked in so nicely
it's warm here and fuzzy
and feels like a womb
an all-caring force
and all-healing, sweetest and kindest placebo
and interludes can stay mere fragments merely
for what's to be said once the words have been spoken?
each beginning needs an end
every end needs a beginning
/
and now we see
the word in the beginning
the word not spoken, neither written
a word
coming to life
a simple word
obscured beyond all recognition here
can you see it with your eyes now open?
can you open up your eyes?
need rely upon the fables you?
Be reshit
in the beginning
 [1]
(in the beginning god created heaven and earth)
put that in brackets
put that in parentheses
something that's put in-between things
in-between nothingness
in-between something that still needs construction
still needs a voice
still needs understanding
and still has to be
has to be
to be
at all
//
in the beginning
in what beginning?
be-ginning and nothingness
be-reshit
Resh, the head, alludes to Re, the sun-god ancient,
see it at the head of things
beheaded the truth all
the truth that ain't made
the truth that ain't seen
the truth that just is
just is
is it made?
just is
justice needs a someone to decide
iuste iudex ultionis
to begin in order to end
an end is a purpose
see the end lie in the beginning
see the end determine being
there's a purpose here, you see?
see the purpose
see the end
in the beginning
and Teth's a serpent biting its tail
see the end
and see what is made
and see what is done
and see what was wrought
and see it all in all its percussion
donum fac remissionis
it's one and the same
it's all in the moment
it's all in the saying
in instant betraying
it lies in the lying
and once, says it all
and once, done it all
and once, done to all
ante diem rationis
in the beginning
lies the word
quando caeli movendi sunt et terra
///
bang
it always starts with a bang
the banging of heads
and banging of bodies
cosmic bodies
coming out of the bang
of body parts
body bags of smaller particles
elementary, of course,
data all in purest form
purest matter
purest own impurity
there's no soul
that's an illusion
there's no spirit
but what's in itself
it's all just life
for the sake of life
all just matter
for the sake of matter
all reborn
in particles smallest
you're a being
made of stardust
re-born into eons of matter and things
re-born into molecules, atoms and quarks,
re-born into dinosaurs, lions and worms,
re-born as a human, re-born as a cat,
be black like a moor it or grey like a grizzly bear,
with eyes like a dragon, a purr full of thunder,
or orange a cat, yes,
or pure cells of mixturing grays, whites and blacks, colors all over
// //
don't drift away
unknowingly
don't drift away
into blissful old ignorance
don't drift away
from what is laid out
from what is just life
// / //
in the beginning
in the end
it's fragments just
and fragments all over
pasted together
with glue of the gluons
dust to dust
and life into life
the true incarnation
of all into all
and life, itself,
its own true end
and own true beginning
/
if you believe there
something to be
that could here lead you
could here guide you
something different from your very soul that is
if you believe to surrender your thinking
surrender your doing
surrender your life
to some higher power
and some higher cause
why would you want that?
want let them you tell you
that life, all by herself,
would have no worth
unless you would mystify
unless you would deify
unless you would alienate
all that it means?
//
hear the words
they're words just, that's all
and don't pretend otherwise
that'd be just careless
for no one can save you
from thinking yourself
misereatur nostri
please, no one be so condescendingly pious, self-righteous and arrogant
omnipotens
is no one but life
deus
who is just life, who is just all of us
et, dimissis peccatis nostris
there's none to dismiss us but we us our selves
perducat nos
yet there's no "us" nor "them" only "I"s
ad vitam aeternam
life is just life, for the sake of life
ut sanctum Evangelium tuum digne valem nuntiare
sanctum is nothing, worthy we're all by just being alive
ecce agnus dei
but we need no sacrifice
ecce qui tollit peccata mundi
no one can take it for there's just life and no sin
domine, non sum dignus
but worthy you are
ut intres sub tectum meum
you don't have to enter, you're always inside of me
sed tantum dic verbo
you don't have to speak, for I always will hear you
et sanabitur anima mea
it needn't be saved, we're saved quite by living
and I tell you, my dear,
there is no baby in the bathwater
any more
/
goes without saying
goes without staying
goes without speaking
goes without seeking
goes without hearing
goes without steering
goes without anything
anything goes
but nothing can go
nothing's quite willing
to stand on their own
to recognize truth
as something innate
to recognize living
as own quite its purpose
//
stop this
shiiiiiiit
don't know what to write
don't know how to ride
don't know to begin
I need to begin
[1]
oh wait
isn't there another book?
 [2]
this is not Christian
it's quite Platonian
if not Platonic
the utmost detached
the utmost in theory
utmost in griplessness
utmost rejection-born
utmost in speech-laden intellect-poisoned BS
the word
as if the beginning would have needed a word
the only word worth speaking
D.N.A.
would be hitch-hiking the galaxy far later just only
no, my dearest,
there was no word
not the least spoken
in the beginning
///
only Glass and Rig Veda perhaps[3]
enter the symphony 5! (and not that by Haydn, who knows that one, anyhoo)
taa taa taa humpty dumpty humpty dumpty humpty dumpty humpty dumpty
taa taa taa humpty dumpty humpty dumpty humpty dumpty humpty dumpty
taa ta ta taa ta ta taa ta ta
tatata tatata tatata tatata tatata tatata ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta
yada yada yada yada
there was neither non-existence nor existence then
there was neither realm of space nor the sky which is beyond
what stirred?
yes, what stirred?
H.
the Cannibal hath spoken!
the cannibal feasting on human intellect deficient
using his own, soul-deficient, monster of coldest intelligence!
see him be eaten by hogs, perhaps, I dear you (but by then, we'd all have grown such a sympathy for the poor Hannibal that is just the even poorer Mr. Hopkins, having refused English noblesse for coming to America, and rooting against the evil, depraved, mutilated, even more sadistic fucker (literally! at least in the past), the poor Mr. Verner, and give him, in turn, over to the pigs, thanks, Mr. Zimmer, for such a beautiful score, what you've done with Strauss(Jr.)'s perfectly decadent little valse is now so much better and lacking in duration what it makes up in cruelty and deviance, hell, this is it! the revenge of the so-called entartung, slaying the sly, slaying convention, but have you GOT to be so brutal and drastic? the blood? our little kids! they should not suffer such sights, it makes them evil, so Blame Canada! the Cannibal of all that is abundant and deviant and brutal and injust in America. White Ameriqaaaaaa! Remember little Eric and little Eriqaaaaaa! oops, words just slipped out my mouth
words just slipped
words just
TTFN
ta ta fucked now
or did that go differently?
en archê ên ho logos
how the frell do people always believe language would equate thinking!
they just don't any more know how to think
how to think with your lower regions
with your dick or your cunt
with your blood deep down and your eyes turned outward in
and inward out and your mind
your mind
going totally insane
insane in the brain
no, insane in the membrane!
we're entertainers for the stupid,
ain't that right
but not for the stupid unable to read
and not for the stupid unable to learn
(just cause, little funny note on the side,
there wouldn't be money even to clothe or to feed them)
no, it's for the stupid who's able to read
but reads not for knowledge and self-inquisition
let your thoughts be your own good-cop-bad-cop-game!
let you be your own, most cruel, inquisition!
ta ta - yes, we're back! and meaner than ever!
What stirred? Where? In whose protection?
Was there water, bottomlessly (short pause for mere deepening effect) deep?
There was neither death nor immortality (the THEN is left out for matters of protocol)
There was no (distinguishing, to be precise) sign of night nor of day.
That One breathed, windless, by Its own impulse.
Other than that there was nothing beyond.
yodel ching-duh! yodel ching-duh! yodel ching-duh! yodel ching-duh!
ta ta ta ta ya da ya da
creeeeeeeeeeeeskendo!
ta taa taa ta
ta taa taa ta
(y'all know that Glassy tune of things, of course) ya da ya da
Darkness was hidden by darkness in the beginning,
with no sign, all this was water.
The life force that was covered by emptiness,
That One arose through the power of heat
ta taa taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam you know the drillholes
drills the energy with might
into the deepest stony phoney stoned rock-bottom
lets no reason neither might
just stand beside
and stand in sight
they're drilling holes
they're drilling holes in Duane Barry's teeth!
and through the heat
through the power of heat
the heat in the system
the heat and the pounding
and pounding so sounding
and sounding astounding
I'm kidding just now, I'm sorry, almost,
I know the topic's a serious one
and words that uttered concerning religion
should not be taken lightly just so, as it seems,
and I shouldn't make fun of things,
or criticize things in utterly cynical ways
that seem important to so many people
well, this well-spring of all, the words that form
the thoughts and the wishes
the serious dogma and serious knowledge
and serious complexions and serious kneeling
who am I t' be saying these things
who am I
who do I think I am
cogito
ergo sum
ergo eram
ergo volo
volo esse
cogitare
inter omnes, inter voces
inter tanta omnia deiecta
omnia
panta
panta rhei
panta thelei
panta tôi en hois tois logois
hois tois logois aristois
presbyterois
presto, mi amici,
andiamo, siamo,
memento
ti amo
memento mori
ti volo
memento vivere
ergo erim
ergo sum
ergo pathô
pathô[4]
I feel
isn't this related to pathos as well?
could it maybe be pathetic even?
shall I try a treatise here?
TREATISE ON PATHOS
Pathos. Greek. Noun, masculine. Singular. Root: pat-, path-. Related is the Latin pati, to suffer, endure, alas, the patient. Nowadays, the patience with pathos is declining, it is often perceived as pathetic. The Lord of the Rings is pathetic pathos, lacks irony. Irony is the prime enemy of pathos. Pathos is the prime victim of irony. Notung, made of the strongest iron, destroyed by Wotan's staff when in the possession of Siegmund, destroys, remade and carried by Siegfried, son of Siegmund, great-son of Wotan, remade under the guidance of Wotan, the wanderer, destroys Wotan's staff, quasily-emasculating the god/father, by that one's own volition! Wotan having a vasectomy by the hands of his grandson who is about to conquer the death-demon, the Wal-küre, the god's daughter - isn't this ironic? (at least, related to iron it is) or is it pathetic? Siegfried carries the ring, stolen by the fallen creature, Alberich-Smeagol-Gollum, and Mine wanted to have it! the dragon had to be slain! ascended he had, Fafner, mayor of Sunnydale, by the power of the ring, and Mine wanted to have it! Mine, mine precious! Professor Chaos has seized Backdoor Sluts Nine! Eleven years old, maybe, fourth grade in this redneck mountain town. The two towers destroyed by the Ring? What is this heresy? Who carries the Ring? Bring back! Sing it Back! the Rheingold to Mount Doom and unmake your fate. This is your destiny. This is your pathos. Ironic pathos, to return to us in the age of Buffy and poor, dear John Crichton! The human is superior! Like stung by a Scorpius, scarring the peace, the peace of mind, find me the peace-keepers, Officer Sun! Giving us peace! Da pace, signora, hail Jasmine, my precious! No wolf, ram & hart shall spike this here up, the soul of an angel is all that shall save us, to help the helpless, white night in satin armor, saving Cinderella again, wants she be saved? Much with the damseling? For save herself she just can't? And, furthermore, how can we be sure whether she's saved? Well-behaved, or just another dirty girl devoid of serenity? Chastity! Abstinence! Mind over matter! Death before life! p align is justify! p for pathos, paragraphed life, paragraphed knowledge, patient experience, pathos controlled and quite but infected with all that controls us and all that wants subjugate, all that wants emanate not but wants imamate imminent imitate art, imitate life, doesn't life but imitate art? the choices made in the West Wing, the problems discussed there on KACL talk radio? Frasier Spiffy Crane to the rescue! let the babbling psycho therapy your life! Freude! Jungsein! Frommheit! Reichtum! Gruen behind your ears - and eyes, and hands, and mouth, and nose, spirit? Zeus is the spirit, the atman, the semen in the wind! Gone, he can't seed us any longer, Prometheus quite made sure of this. For he took the fire out of the spirit and made it a tool just to use as material. And now, what but have we? Spirit-less, fire-less, babble-talk aiming for solid constructions and solid-made discourse once flowing so freely and flowing so dearly and WHAT do we see and WHY do we fear and WHERE are we going and HOW do you live and WHO do you trust? But trust's in the spirit, and trust's in the feeling, the pathos, the eidôla, all in ideas, all in the specters, all in the words that represent not, that do not just mimic, that do but create! Representative Men! Representative Women! Representative Cats! That do but create! Truest, all poiêsis, truest, all genesis! Can it be true? All I rejected, all I abjected, coming now back, intruding here quite, not through the front door but to the rear-end of it? In the beginning the word made heaven and earth and the word, the spirit of creation, is just called by the name of God, and God is existence battling non-existence and non-existence battling existence! And the path is to feel all that is there, patiently? impatiently? not without pathos, I dear you, I beg you! Reclaim you the fire that stole once Prometheus, reclaim your own deity, dearest Euhemeros, tried you not show us, Gods once were humans? Humans were Gods - gods now in ruins? And here lies the heresy, herein we find it: I Am The Lord Thy God And Thou Shalt Have No Other Gods Beside Thee? Oh, there are plenty of gods, and more, goddesses right around me! Shan't we behave like that? reclaim our power, reclaim our authority, and see our commitments? Responsibility, god as creation, creation as god? or as goddess? (maybe now I am possessed by that woman sitting in the corner, I don't know what to make of her, how to approach her, if ever, - so radiant, thoughtful and feeling a glance? But I am too hesitant, I am an animal that feels not like dying but rather like being quite dead already for the outside.) There's Aragorn looking at me from the jacket of a bottle containing non-heavy Pepsi. The king quite to be - how I hate that awe-demanding, fake and quite naked authority! Respect my authoritaaaaaaaaaaay, sayeth the little Eric, the Cart-man! It is words quite that made Middle Earth, and have seen you the Ring? There's words that are rotating, burning inside it - one ring to burn them all - and keep them out of the Wal-hall, the palace of gods - so it's just right it needs to be thrashed, so that we can rise out of its ruins. Power rising from ruins may be quite different from that rising out of shiny, happy palaces. People traveling through ruins may still smell that stale breath of power auctorial, power demanding and power imperial. divid' imperaque! divided and conquered we are, estranged from the body, estranged from the soul, and all this poor pathos shall cede here for now.
Desire came upon That One in the beginning,
that was the first seed of mind.
Poets seeking in their heart with wisdom found
the bond of existence in non-existence.
of course there's more here, need to stop it,
need to cut it, cut it out, and cut it down
Whence this creation has arisen -
perhaps it formed itself, or perhaps it did not -
and at the end,
in the beginning,
en archê
bereshit
silence just
in utter cacophony
// //
it is a word!
it is the substance
it's the thing that makes us go
it's the key
the key to life
to the dawning of life after maddening night
in the words
that substance mean
in these words
these words of all
see the meaning
see the means
see the memes
see the mean and mighty maker
there's no maker
but the stuff itself
auto-genesis
auto-progenitor
auto-incarnated
auto-inspired
see the substance
reveal the creation
see the creation
reveal it's substance
elements
on voyages eternal
places
in moments so hidden
faces
removed by façades
passions
but mimicked in artifices
truth so hidden
in words
and in myths
// / //
// // //
et logos fuit verbum
et in verbo
quaesumus
oramus
habemus in absentia
oremus
pro salvatione nostrum
pro sensu vitae nostrum
pro anima nostrum
pro spiritu nostrum
de parentibus nostrum
pro filibus nostrum
pater erat
filius erit
spiritus est
nunc et in saecula saeculorum
pater noster
qui es in verbo
sanctifactus nomen tuum
patificetur regnum tuum
quaesumus voluntatem tuam
sicut in vita et in verbis
panem nostrum cotidianum nos damus hodie
et dimittimus nobis peccata nostra
sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris
et ne nos inducamus in tentatione
sed liberamus nos
a verbo
pro vita
vita est vita
gratia vitae
neque pro verbo
neque pro deo
logos is hybris
life's all there is
/
somehow I feel
I need to clarify things
can I clarify them at all?
is this hybris driving me here,
shifting amongst languages and thoughts so ancient and common,
or is it necessity,
the gnawing feeling that something needs to be made clear?
or is it both, perhaps,
or is it the wine speaking out of me,
Dionysos returning with a vengeance
to a reformed once-Catholic fanatic?
guiding the pagan, the heretic, the apostate Don Quixote de Nuevo,
fighting the windmills of thoughts and confessions-obsessions?
is it the body t |
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