Let's Talk Lisa-ese.
http://wings.buffalo.edu/AandL/english/pubs/spc/alyric/jarnot.html
or
http://www.walrusmagazine.com/article.pl?sid=05/08/13/2356246
or hey...let's just dissect the person, not the poetics because that is how poetics are actually dissected even though there are those who strangely enough, disagree. All the while citing instances of homosexuality, religion, hair and eye color, gender, etc. ONCE the poet is DEAD and stasis is achieved and manipulated as some people see fit to manipulate political intentions in the work of others.....and in the religious affiliations of same. **EDIT: I do want to preface this however with the absolute conviction that this Lisa is a DAMN FINE ARTIST....I mean...she plays words like a piano. The outcome however of an "intent towards sentiment" of such great writing leaves me with a sense of powerlessness that must be the feeling of being an American Activist (of some sort or another). Lisa Jarnot's poems are successful in provoking feelings not only of political "I give up-ness" but simultaneously inspiring another poet to tremendous envy at her obvious verbal skills and prowess, the beauty of her verbal rivers. There is a sense of "collective guilt" that is disturbing in more ways that one and that cannot be ignored...
....I am not suggesting anything untoward this absolutely GREAT woman in the following...she sounds like a great LISA. Personally, when I choose to represent this "sociological" type of person in a poem I refer to them as a "LISA" because I happen to have known alot of REAL Lisas in my life (including my good pal Jambalaya from the bayou, my current LISA)...but if I really want to refer to this specific "type" of thing I call them a "Faith" or a "Courtney". My personalfavs. If only my name woulda been Bruce.
"It's sad but true that Lisa of Lisablog still doesn't like flying." from a blogentry here:
http://www.angelfire.com/poetry/lisajarnot/blog/
Why? Flying is great. It gets you to the liberal minded hotspots like the rainforest. Works for me anyway.
"Seven: The American Apparel clothing company. We at Lisablog have finally found a place to buy non-sweatshop underwear. The American Apparel store on Haight Street looks like the Gap, but it's cooler because the clothing is 100% made in the USA at more than minimum wage. And yes, I am willing to pay twelve bucks for underwear if it's made by someone who is not chained to a sewing machine. Check out American Apparel at Ethical Underwear!. "
Okay Lisa of Lisablog fame and now, Silliman-raceblog fame....so...you mean you want to take it out on the victims of your sort of capitalist hooey? I prefer to buy low cost items made by Syrians and sometimes Africans regardless of what they are chained to because we are all chained to something...sometimes it is even a name or an epithet. Or a racial slur or a bias. I wonder....twinkle twinkle.....(visual here is of that video blurring which indicates a dream like fantasy land ala Wayne's World...)..do you not see your ethnocentrism here?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~dreamsquigglesdreamsquigglesdreamsquigglesgigglestoo
....it was on that flight out of London. The day after would be one of the worst days in London tube history and I only hoped and prayed (later of course) that my face wouldn't be on some handy-cam so that I might be identified as a terrorist or something...yes I truly hoped that wouldn't be the case. That horrible event at CDG some years ago left me a bit fearful of being racially profiled even though my hair is red....and my face colorless. My point of origin however, not being the usual Upstart Locales like San Fransciso...tends to get me into some trouble sometimes. Like it did at Silliman's Not Friendly Blog of Bigotry and Heartache.
I settled in with my nuts and soda. Next to me were three people (and I am thinking that the young girl was named Lisa...at least she looked "Lisa-ish" to me, very blond and studious...chewing gum, that sort of thing). Her bald father had his reading glasses on and looked every bit the part of a "detached father figure" named something like BOB. I don't know why but I imagine he was a BOB. I noticed that MOM wasn't feeling very well. I think her name was Alice or maybe even Delores but most likely it was something unfathomable like Gretchen or Patricia. In any event, she didn't look too good but old BOB just kept reading and LISA just kept chewing her cud and reading a book with that little overhead light casting that supernatural nuclear family glowiness on the three of them, the type you see on planes.
MOM called the stewardess over and had herself a Bloody Mary. That is a nice way to fly through your fears and far be it from me to think that if you aren't feeling too well, alcohol is generally not a recommended tonic for the soul. It is a personal choice, one that I prefer to relenquish to preserve my REASON.
Then, MOM called the stewardess over and (I thought how unfair this was) got AN EARLY SNACK. That is just awful when you are hungry and they give a stranger something that you yourself aren't allowed to have because you feel pretty much, "okay". You've accepted the risks of flying and anyway, you haven't been to America since 9/11 and are really excited. But you'd still like a banana. I then asked, because I'm like that, perpetually nosey when it comes to another person's health on an airplane high up in the sky and far from GENERAL HOSPITAL....I asked, "Are you feeling okay? I'm a nurse...if you need anything just tell me okay?" MOM was quite pleased. I mean even BOB and LISA didn't give a big rat's butt about her nausea and distention, her cold sweat and palor. I asked the routine questions: Heart disease, diabetes, etc.? And MOM related that she was on a few tricyclics and that sort of thing...ANTIDEPRESSANTS. Which of course are not good Bloody Mary mixers. But anyway...I kept that to me-self. I told the nice stewardess that I was a nurse should she need me and she assured me that everything was under control and she was on the line with the SHIP'S DOCTOR...some aviation medic or something in Chicago, the heart of America. But she'd call me if she needed me, she assured me this...that if a SHOT needed to be given, I could give it if I could show her a license to practice on board a 747 far away from an ER.
Some time passed~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~like that.....~~~~~~~~~~~~~and then I noticed MOM had been placed in Reverse Trendelenberg position in the galley...on the floor with her feet up as if she was going into FULL BLOWN SHOCK. I was worried about MOM but "BOB and LISA" just sat there reading and chewing cud. How unusual I thought, but maybe I thought, how USUAL for Americans, how typical to care by 'not caring' or caring through 'ideologically caring' or even hey, just not giving a shit and talking about the gay flowers.
Then I got my call. The stewardess held me by the elbow and led me up near the cabin (if she only knew how dangerous it is to let someone LIKE ME* near the CABIN). The nice stewardess related to me about how MOM had seen a terrorist board the plane. I said, "WHA?" Yes...a man with a rag on his head. It made MOM sick to her stomach (never mind what the Bloody Mary did in conjunction with the PILLS FOR ANXIETY RELATED DISORDERS LIKE TOTAL FAMILIAL DISSOCIATION PATTERNS OF THE TYPE WE SEE EVERYDAY ON DOCTOR PHIL).
"But," I said...not realizing how important these things are to some folks nowdays who hate flying, "I'm a muslim*."
You shoulda seen the look in that stewardess' eyes. I wish I'd had a camera.
I never did tell MOM about my religious affiliations. I just kept a careful eye on her in case she should turn into a stark raving mad lunatic and we'd have to land our butts in FARGO or something. Afterall, I was in a hurry to see AMERICA.
~~~~~~~~~~~~but back to Lisablog.....
My question is, WHERE IS THE BEEF IN THIS WORK? Am I missing something besides the lovingkindness it invokes? What a downright lie, sorry...I mean I'm truly sorry for my honesty here but it has to be said. Lovingkindness is dead and writing rubbish like that is simply more of the same type of thing I so dislike about most modern poesy....gooserot.
It is gooserot and bracken. It is lichen and dross. Plus thrum. With a nice whole wheat muffin on the side and some "dancing tralala". The color of it is PINK. No backbone and little to say except for "isn't that nice".
In a world where nice isn't nice, it is a euphemism for dead. Certainly it is a myth that only the formalists have gone sterile and dry. The whole bunch (a majority of insurgent hugging acitivists) have gone completely numb to their own awful reality...the one where they penalize foreign labor because it is tied to a Singer....and you know what? I am not sure that it is true about all things foreign but it has become a strange mantra for folks named Faith and Courtney.
Sorry. And really...I hate to post this but my guts forced me to. That evil djinn that beats people up and curses. It ain't my fault.
"The right of freedom of speech consists in speaking the truth."
10.4.06
HAPPY HOLY WEEK (PARDON THE PURPLE LAMENTING COLOR YOU KNOW)....
Well it was a great day (Palm Sunday) and now we get to look forward to:
Secret Bible Week on ESPN, I mean, National Geographic, April 30 to May something, not Hejra time by the way.
I did however find it very odd that Islam wasn't mentioned in the program. Odd.
Whaddya suppose? Our technology exposed the Judas fallacy a very LONG TIME AGO.
Imagine my surprise. But then again, how many people in the world know that today is the prophet's birthday? About a fifth I imagine and most likely, more in the future.
"For that reason, the discoveries have proved deeply troubling for many believers. The Gospel of Judas portrays Judas Iscariot not as a betrayer of Jesus, but as his most favored disciple and willing collaborator.Scholars say that they have long been on the lookout for the Gospel of Judas because of a reference to what was probably an early version of it in a text called Against Heresies, written by Irenaeus, the bishop of Lyons, about the year 180."
Yea...what about the part when it ends before it gives the answer to the secret riddle, that of the cruciFICTION? And the curious notion that Isa was laughing all the time (according to the National Geo scholars, not me). Yea...I'll bet he did...he was in on one VERY important joke. Very important. A joke that led to the Holocaust and is now leading to other Holocausts, those of the muslim populations at the hands of...oh God only knows who...a combo gang composed of Born Again Christians and Zionists, Wahhabi Fundamentalists (not the smartest subset sometimes)....mostly they want to kill Islamic Scholars.....Shia.
The Shia are the THINK TANK of Islam folks. Remember that whenever you read about us in the news and all those terrible things they are saying about dropping a bomb on Iran. Remember that would you?
http://www.sweetness-light.com/archive/times-celebrates-the-gospel-of-judas/
Well it was a great day (Palm Sunday) and now we get to look forward to:
Secret Bible Week on ESPN, I mean, National Geographic, April 30 to May something, not Hejra time by the way.
I did however find it very odd that Islam wasn't mentioned in the program. Odd.
Whaddya suppose? Our technology exposed the Judas fallacy a very LONG TIME AGO.
Imagine my surprise. But then again, how many people in the world know that today is the prophet's birthday? About a fifth I imagine and most likely, more in the future.
"For that reason, the discoveries have proved deeply troubling for many believers. The Gospel of Judas portrays Judas Iscariot not as a betrayer of Jesus, but as his most favored disciple and willing collaborator.Scholars say that they have long been on the lookout for the Gospel of Judas because of a reference to what was probably an early version of it in a text called Against Heresies, written by Irenaeus, the bishop of Lyons, about the year 180."
Yea...what about the part when it ends before it gives the answer to the secret riddle, that of the cruciFICTION? And the curious notion that Isa was laughing all the time (according to the National Geo scholars, not me). Yea...I'll bet he did...he was in on one VERY important joke. Very important. A joke that led to the Holocaust and is now leading to other Holocausts, those of the muslim populations at the hands of...oh God only knows who...a combo gang composed of Born Again Christians and Zionists, Wahhabi Fundamentalists (not the smartest subset sometimes)....mostly they want to kill Islamic Scholars.....Shia.
The Shia are the THINK TANK of Islam folks. Remember that whenever you read about us in the news and all those terrible things they are saying about dropping a bomb on Iran. Remember that would you?
http://www.sweetness-light.com/archive/times-celebrates-the-gospel-of-judas/
9.4.06
8.4.06
http://www.drsoroush.com/English/Interviews/E-INT-HomaTV.html
How to uncover a faulty argument. Now...I've no idea about most of this other than you can scribble "Hojjatieh" nowdays in your search margins and get a plethora of negative thinking about something relatively UNKNOWN (well it isn't going to stay that way, I assure you). I mean, sheesh, you can hardly get that many references to the Bush Family Dinner With Hinkley Before The Reagan Assassination Attempt. You know what I mean? Like someone out there wants us to BELIEVE something as opposed to reason that the Iranian Prez is talking about the West's horrible greed for a Nuclear Energy Monopoly and their horrible ability to make the UN into their own personal Rottweiler complete with a Pitbull companion called the IAEA. Damn.
But lets look into the one faulty premise in this otherwise well constructed article. Why not?
READY, AIM, FIRE!
"I know that these people have infiltrated not just segments of the press but also layers of the Revolutionary Guards; they have spread their ideas there too and have created a situation in which a disturbed and unbalanced mentality towards the outside world has emerged among us."
Well...there we go. WE KNOW THEY HAVE INFILTRATED THEIR OWN GANG. Oops. Nary a mention of what else has infiltrated and in fact, that exists as a complete denial of the possibility that Westoxication is a real entity that sows seeds of violence, pornography and oppression not only in Iran but throughout the entire effing world. For money. And this guy's personal whatever, agenda?
And then...as if that wasn't enough to convince this old war hero, we get to the SUBLIMINAL MESSAGE later on in the 'text'...the nicely produced article about aren't we nice ain't we great holistic people text:
"Of course, I have a complaint against the council myself. My complaint is that all these violent groups, which sometimes go under the name of Ansar-e Hezbollah or under the name of plainclothesmen, emerged during the 20 years since the establishment of the Cultural Revolution Council and I was one of the first victims of these violent people, at the University of Esfahan, the University of Tehran, the University of Mashhad, and in Qom and Khorramabad."
Oh..I see. Yer objective aren't you? And that little tiny group that has beat the US/Israeli WAR MACHINE not once but TWICE, is the bad guy?
Oh. I get it. What next, the plague? That article belongs in the READER'S DIGEST, the one with big letters for old people who can't add without their fingers and toes.
The world so full of hand-me-down
languages and gospel, the cruci-
fictions to the Judas Cradle.
What is the real story here and why don't people put together the actual quotes? Like that part, universally pretty much agreed on:
"Why have you forsaken me?"
Indeed. Now of course, Isa wouldn't say that....if he were a figurehead as in a God.
Of course not and nevermind that part out in the desert where Isa is being tempted with Las Vegas, Amsterdam and Hong Kong...that is just silly. God cannot be tempted people!
It ends up with such bitter discrepancies and hypocrisies in the Catholic Religion...the so-called principled faith of human rights as we find here:
http://www.wwrn.org/article.php?idd=15354&sec=33&con=56
If Catholics do choose to marry Muslims, the document says, they must be sure to baptize their children and avoid signing Islamic documents or swearing oaths, including the "shahada," Islam's profession of faith.
Wha? You mean, the Catholic Faith supports Polytheism? Yes. It is a polytheist theology which lacks even the minimum amount of logic. The MINUMUM amount like: God doesn't ask for help on the cross. Simple. And he doesn't fast nor can God be tempted...he isn't that sort of deal...he is much closer to something they call in physics, The Universal Observer of the Many Worlds theories (hard to believe that astrophysics itself is completely WEIRD but people go along with it hook, line and sinker....old fishing term here as dictated by the paradigm).
But back to the realdeal: http://www.tertullian.org/rpearse/manuscripts/gospel_of_judas/
This is an article (several actually) about the rumours circulating regarding the gnostic text of one Judas Iscariot...a much misunderstood figure in the Catholic faith. Labeled everything from a thief to a pauper to a suicidal maniac. Now...this text has been 'floating around' the market for quite some time with various stories (read: lies) about how "no one wanted it enough" to raise the cash to buy it. Huh? Like even that crappy painter (well he ain't so crappy) made a nice turnover on the Sunflowers. I mean come on folks. Get real, it was as is the usual, in a bank vault in SWITZERLAND. Anyway...the rumour is that it has some curious little statements within the fragmented pages like this MIND BLOWING one:
JESUS SPEAKS TO JUDAS PRIVATELY
Knowing that Judas was reflecting upon something that was exalted, Jesus said to him, “Step away from the others and I shall tell you the mysteries of the kingdom. It is possible for you to reach it, but you will grieve a great deal. [36] For someone else will replace you, in order that the twelve [disciples] may again come to completion with their god.”
Okay. Now let's plug in the Islamic version of Judas Iscariot's real role and it goes like this....Allah literally changed Isa into Iscariot and only the two of them (Isa yes, Iscariot maybe) knew it was happening. Well...lets just say our story fits much more nicely within that context. You get Isa (Iscariot) up on the cross begging for someone to 'take him off, they don't know what they do, why have you forsaken me' ...i.e. that whole....THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING TO ME!
The nice article provides some other excerpts like the following:
When Jesus heard this, he laughed and said to them, “Why are you thinking in your hearts about the strong and holy generation? [37] Truly [I] say to you, no one born [of] this aeon will see that [generation], and no host of angels of the stars will rule over that generation, and no person of mortal birth can associate with it, because that generation does not come from […] which has become […]. The generation of people among [you] is from the generation of humanity […] power, which [… the] other powers […] by [which] you rule.”
Yup. It would take a full 600+ years for Mohamed to be born. Literally, from the same line as Abraham....a common thread via the wombs of women connecting prophets. Like, Ali Mu'mineen shared a common womb with Mohamed...he too assassinated by yet another "Iscariot" type. Unavoidable...big plan you know. Very, very big plan involving the Fuel of the Fire Man.
72 VIRGINS?
THE COSMOS, CHAOS, AND THE UNDERWORLD (substitute Ghul here or simply, "the unseen" which is a fundamental belief in Islam)
“The multitude of those immortals is called the cosmos— that is, perdition—by the Father and the seventy-two luminaries who are with the Self-Generated and his *seventytwo aeons. In him the first human appeared with his incorruptible powers. And the aeon that appeared with his generation, the aeon in whom are the cloud of knowledge and the angel, is called [51] El. […] aeon […] after that […] said, ‘Let twelve angels come into being [to] rule over chaos and the [underworld].’ And look, from the cloud there appeared an [angel] whose face flashed with fire and whose appearance was defiled with blood. His name was Nebro, which means ‘rebel’; others call him Yaldabaoth. Another angel, Saklas, also came from the cloud. So Nebro created six angels—as well as Saklas—to be assistants, and these produced twelve angels in the heavens, with each one receiving a portion in the heavens.
*Of course linguists are now saying that virgins can also transliterate into "grapes".
It gets a little far fetched there due to ommissions and what we call "worm holes" that destroy old documents like this....but it does say something VERY interesting about the substitution story we Muslims hold to be true based on a variety of notions including superstition, actual documentation and common sense:
The other apostles pray to a lesser God, Jesus says, and he reveals to Judas the "mysteries of the kingdom" of the true God. He asks Judas to help him return to the kingdom, but to do so, Judas must help him abandon his mortal flesh: "You will sacrifice the man that clothes me," Jesus tells Judas, and acknowledges that Judas "will be cursed by the other generations."
Flash forward to the payoff...the ransom (after Judas has been taken into a 'cloud' of some sort by Isa's bidding, and may or maynot have been 'in on it'):
[…] Their high priests murmured because [he] had gone into the guest room for his prayer. But some scribes were there watching carefully in order to arrest him during the prayer, for they were afraid of the people, since he was regarded by all as a prophet. They approached Judas and said to him, “What are you doing here? You are Jesus’ disciple.”
Judas answered them as they wished. And he received some money and handed him over to them.
Well of course. He went along with it. The transmutation already en force. Isa was no longer Isa and Iscariot no longer Iscariot. Of course a person has to have faith to get this far into the story.....but at least the story makes some sort of SENSE in the real world of finger pointing and blameworthiness.
WHY IS THIS SO INCREDIBLY IMPORTANT TO CHRISTIANS AND JEWS?
Biblical scholars said the Gospel of Judas differs from the four New Testament Gospels in at least two important ways. First, it portrays Judas not as the betrayer of Jesus but as the most favored of his disciples, the only one who truly understood Jesus.
Some scholars suggested that view -- if it had been accepted -- might have lessened anti-Semitism over the centuries. "The story of the betrayal of Jesus by Judas gave a moral and religious rationale to anti-Jewish sentiment, and that's what made it persistent and vicious," said Princeton University professor Elaine Pagels.
Of course it is not all that important to muslims. We already accept the logical premise and the logical question posed in the Koran itself TO the other two so-called monotheistic branches of Islam and that is, "Why do the two of you (Jews and Christians) argue so much when in reality, you share the same durn books?"
Like the Da Vinci Code.....this "news" story isn't news at all to muslims. For a backwards crowd...we are way ahead in the plot. The big scheme and the multiple evolutionary layers of simple God Belief or as Thomas Jefferson would have it, "Deism" although that misnomer was attached to his Islamophilic way of life (just look at Monticello would ya?). Way ahead. Da Vinci was banned here in Lebanon but I've no idea why....oh yes...the CHRISTIANS here wanted it that way. But if news gets out about that sort of thing we always get the bad end of that schtick. Always.
The only real question for a muslim is "Was Iscariot aware of his physical change into another likeness?" I would suppose not because of that last testament on the cross...that thing where he cries about being 'forsaken'. Why me? Like I always say, Why Not Me? I mean...someone has to do the dirty work in the scheme. And the work wasn't really dirty at all. It was carried out so that it could come to light 2000 years down the road in preparation of something else. A greater understanding of Islam perhaps and maybe even, one day, peace. Although from the looks of things in Iraq right now I'd say it still isn't time for peace because we have to sort out the Judas Iscariot of Islam, Muwaiya. Muslims of course believe it will eventually come about (Isa's return to the realm of earth's atmosphere) to SETTLE THE DIFFERENCE OF OPINION created by the church elders and the Jews (who denied Isa anything more than Professor Emeritus status).
What is clear to me however is that the Catholic church has become nothing but a think tank and that think tank promotes propaganda of the worst sort. It has been doing it for at least 19 centuries and really revved up its BUSINESS VISION around the 7th century C.E. Right about the time Heraclitus fled the coop and wasn't heard from again, having stated openly that Mohamed was indeed a prophet. He tested his followers then to see if they would be loyal to God or to Heraclitus and when they demonstrated what every leader is bound to LOVE (in this case he was incredibly disappointed because he had JUST openly admitted that Mohamed was indeed a prophet from the line of Dawood (David)) ....he simply walked away because he knew teaching people the truth is tough business...it gets one killed usually. The story of Heraclitus and the new followers of a thing called Islam ends right there....the Roman leader disappears, never to be heard of again.
Flash forward to: Iraq. Here we are. Imagine my surprise. NOT.
For poets/linguists only, and athiests. Can't forget the athiests in the crowd that are just TOO GOOD for us pickaninnies:
http://web.utk.edu/~unistudy/ethics96/dlm2.html
languages and gospel, the cruci-
fictions to the Judas Cradle.
What is the real story here and why don't people put together the actual quotes? Like that part, universally pretty much agreed on:
"Why have you forsaken me?"
Indeed. Now of course, Isa wouldn't say that....if he were a figurehead as in a God.
Of course not and nevermind that part out in the desert where Isa is being tempted with Las Vegas, Amsterdam and Hong Kong...that is just silly. God cannot be tempted people!
It ends up with such bitter discrepancies and hypocrisies in the Catholic Religion...the so-called principled faith of human rights as we find here:
http://www.wwrn.org/article.php?idd=15354&sec=33&con=56
If Catholics do choose to marry Muslims, the document says, they must be sure to baptize their children and avoid signing Islamic documents or swearing oaths, including the "shahada," Islam's profession of faith.
Wha? You mean, the Catholic Faith supports Polytheism? Yes. It is a polytheist theology which lacks even the minimum amount of logic. The MINUMUM amount like: God doesn't ask for help on the cross. Simple. And he doesn't fast nor can God be tempted...he isn't that sort of deal...he is much closer to something they call in physics, The Universal Observer of the Many Worlds theories (hard to believe that astrophysics itself is completely WEIRD but people go along with it hook, line and sinker....old fishing term here as dictated by the paradigm).
But back to the realdeal: http://www.tertullian.org/rpearse/manuscripts/gospel_of_judas/
This is an article (several actually) about the rumours circulating regarding the gnostic text of one Judas Iscariot...a much misunderstood figure in the Catholic faith. Labeled everything from a thief to a pauper to a suicidal maniac. Now...this text has been 'floating around' the market for quite some time with various stories (read: lies) about how "no one wanted it enough" to raise the cash to buy it. Huh? Like even that crappy painter (well he ain't so crappy) made a nice turnover on the Sunflowers. I mean come on folks. Get real, it was as is the usual, in a bank vault in SWITZERLAND. Anyway...the rumour is that it has some curious little statements within the fragmented pages like this MIND BLOWING one:
JESUS SPEAKS TO JUDAS PRIVATELY
Knowing that Judas was reflecting upon something that was exalted, Jesus said to him, “Step away from the others and I shall tell you the mysteries of the kingdom. It is possible for you to reach it, but you will grieve a great deal. [36] For someone else will replace you, in order that the twelve [disciples] may again come to completion with their god.”
Okay. Now let's plug in the Islamic version of Judas Iscariot's real role and it goes like this....Allah literally changed Isa into Iscariot and only the two of them (Isa yes, Iscariot maybe) knew it was happening. Well...lets just say our story fits much more nicely within that context. You get Isa (Iscariot) up on the cross begging for someone to 'take him off, they don't know what they do, why have you forsaken me' ...i.e. that whole....THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING TO ME!
The nice article provides some other excerpts like the following:
When Jesus heard this, he laughed and said to them, “Why are you thinking in your hearts about the strong and holy generation? [37] Truly [I] say to you, no one born [of] this aeon will see that [generation], and no host of angels of the stars will rule over that generation, and no person of mortal birth can associate with it, because that generation does not come from […] which has become […]. The generation of people among [you] is from the generation of humanity […] power, which [… the] other powers […] by [which] you rule.”
Yup. It would take a full 600+ years for Mohamed to be born. Literally, from the same line as Abraham....a common thread via the wombs of women connecting prophets. Like, Ali Mu'mineen shared a common womb with Mohamed...he too assassinated by yet another "Iscariot" type. Unavoidable...big plan you know. Very, very big plan involving the Fuel of the Fire Man.
72 VIRGINS?
THE COSMOS, CHAOS, AND THE UNDERWORLD (substitute Ghul here or simply, "the unseen" which is a fundamental belief in Islam)
“The multitude of those immortals is called the cosmos— that is, perdition—by the Father and the seventy-two luminaries who are with the Self-Generated and his *seventytwo aeons. In him the first human appeared with his incorruptible powers. And the aeon that appeared with his generation, the aeon in whom are the cloud of knowledge and the angel, is called [51] El. […] aeon […] after that […] said, ‘Let twelve angels come into being [to] rule over chaos and the [underworld].’ And look, from the cloud there appeared an [angel] whose face flashed with fire and whose appearance was defiled with blood. His name was Nebro, which means ‘rebel’; others call him Yaldabaoth. Another angel, Saklas, also came from the cloud. So Nebro created six angels—as well as Saklas—to be assistants, and these produced twelve angels in the heavens, with each one receiving a portion in the heavens.
*Of course linguists are now saying that virgins can also transliterate into "grapes".
It gets a little far fetched there due to ommissions and what we call "worm holes" that destroy old documents like this....but it does say something VERY interesting about the substitution story we Muslims hold to be true based on a variety of notions including superstition, actual documentation and common sense:
The other apostles pray to a lesser God, Jesus says, and he reveals to Judas the "mysteries of the kingdom" of the true God. He asks Judas to help him return to the kingdom, but to do so, Judas must help him abandon his mortal flesh: "You will sacrifice the man that clothes me," Jesus tells Judas, and acknowledges that Judas "will be cursed by the other generations."
Flash forward to the payoff...the ransom (after Judas has been taken into a 'cloud' of some sort by Isa's bidding, and may or maynot have been 'in on it'):
[…] Their high priests murmured because [he] had gone into the guest room for his prayer. But some scribes were there watching carefully in order to arrest him during the prayer, for they were afraid of the people, since he was regarded by all as a prophet. They approached Judas and said to him, “What are you doing here? You are Jesus’ disciple.”
Judas answered them as they wished. And he received some money and handed him over to them.
Well of course. He went along with it. The transmutation already en force. Isa was no longer Isa and Iscariot no longer Iscariot. Of course a person has to have faith to get this far into the story.....but at least the story makes some sort of SENSE in the real world of finger pointing and blameworthiness.
WHY IS THIS SO INCREDIBLY IMPORTANT TO CHRISTIANS AND JEWS?
Biblical scholars said the Gospel of Judas differs from the four New Testament Gospels in at least two important ways. First, it portrays Judas not as the betrayer of Jesus but as the most favored of his disciples, the only one who truly understood Jesus.
Some scholars suggested that view -- if it had been accepted -- might have lessened anti-Semitism over the centuries. "The story of the betrayal of Jesus by Judas gave a moral and religious rationale to anti-Jewish sentiment, and that's what made it persistent and vicious," said Princeton University professor Elaine Pagels.
Of course it is not all that important to muslims. We already accept the logical premise and the logical question posed in the Koran itself TO the other two so-called monotheistic branches of Islam and that is, "Why do the two of you (Jews and Christians) argue so much when in reality, you share the same durn books?"
Like the Da Vinci Code.....this "news" story isn't news at all to muslims. For a backwards crowd...we are way ahead in the plot. The big scheme and the multiple evolutionary layers of simple God Belief or as Thomas Jefferson would have it, "Deism" although that misnomer was attached to his Islamophilic way of life (just look at Monticello would ya?). Way ahead. Da Vinci was banned here in Lebanon but I've no idea why....oh yes...the CHRISTIANS here wanted it that way. But if news gets out about that sort of thing we always get the bad end of that schtick. Always.
The only real question for a muslim is "Was Iscariot aware of his physical change into another likeness?" I would suppose not because of that last testament on the cross...that thing where he cries about being 'forsaken'. Why me? Like I always say, Why Not Me? I mean...someone has to do the dirty work in the scheme. And the work wasn't really dirty at all. It was carried out so that it could come to light 2000 years down the road in preparation of something else. A greater understanding of Islam perhaps and maybe even, one day, peace. Although from the looks of things in Iraq right now I'd say it still isn't time for peace because we have to sort out the Judas Iscariot of Islam, Muwaiya. Muslims of course believe it will eventually come about (Isa's return to the realm of earth's atmosphere) to SETTLE THE DIFFERENCE OF OPINION created by the church elders and the Jews (who denied Isa anything more than Professor Emeritus status).
What is clear to me however is that the Catholic church has become nothing but a think tank and that think tank promotes propaganda of the worst sort. It has been doing it for at least 19 centuries and really revved up its BUSINESS VISION around the 7th century C.E. Right about the time Heraclitus fled the coop and wasn't heard from again, having stated openly that Mohamed was indeed a prophet. He tested his followers then to see if they would be loyal to God or to Heraclitus and when they demonstrated what every leader is bound to LOVE (in this case he was incredibly disappointed because he had JUST openly admitted that Mohamed was indeed a prophet from the line of Dawood (David)) ....he simply walked away because he knew teaching people the truth is tough business...it gets one killed usually. The story of Heraclitus and the new followers of a thing called Islam ends right there....the Roman leader disappears, never to be heard of again.
Flash forward to: Iraq. Here we are. Imagine my surprise. NOT.
For poets/linguists only, and athiests. Can't forget the athiests in the crowd that are just TOO GOOD for us pickaninnies:
http://web.utk.edu/~unistudy/ethics96/dlm2.html
Gerrymandering, Lebanese Style:
http://www.dailystar.com.lb/article.asp?edition_id=10&categ_id=15&article_id=21428
The absence of a coherent policy is obvious in all aspects of Lebanese life, from inadequate implementation of rules and regulations, to the illegal exploitation of natural resources, to chaotic urban and rural planning. At the same time, the nature of the Lebanese system renders it difficult to hold government officials accountable for ultimate executive responsibility.
http://www.dailystar.com.lb/article.asp?edition_id=10&categ_id=15&article_id=21428
The absence of a coherent policy is obvious in all aspects of Lebanese life, from inadequate implementation of rules and regulations, to the illegal exploitation of natural resources, to chaotic urban and rural planning. At the same time, the nature of the Lebanese system renders it difficult to hold government officials accountable for ultimate executive responsibility.
6.4.06
The Pelvis
As women we must
protect ourselves
and daughters:
from green card seekers
and noise makers,
from insufficient funds
and defects in plumbing,
from hosts of maurauding males
and temptation get thee behind me,
from wrinkles
and cysts the size of a golf ball,
from eating disorders
and too much salt,
from underwear stains
and chalk dust,
from history written by victors
and Victor's history,
from having children too close together
and infertility,
from drinking in the closet
and DUI's,
from rapists
and adulterers,
from monsters under the bed
and ones under the sheets,
from slashed wrists
and overdosed best friends,
from so-called loves
and reading Lolita,
from talking too much
and talking too little.
We women must protect,
virginity in all of it's guises,
the way it follows us to the grave,
held in our pelvis
in some part of the bone.
II
He is the kind of man
who gives back
what he took
so long ago it doesn't matter anymore.
A boy who pilfers an apple
attached to a string
in the corner market stall.
III
Getting caught.
As women we must
protect ourselves
and daughters:
from green card seekers
and noise makers,
from insufficient funds
and defects in plumbing,
from hosts of maurauding males
and temptation get thee behind me,
from wrinkles
and cysts the size of a golf ball,
from eating disorders
and too much salt,
from underwear stains
and chalk dust,
from history written by victors
and Victor's history,
from having children too close together
and infertility,
from drinking in the closet
and DUI's,
from rapists
and adulterers,
from monsters under the bed
and ones under the sheets,
from slashed wrists
and overdosed best friends,
from so-called loves
and reading Lolita,
from talking too much
and talking too little.
We women must protect,
virginity in all of it's guises,
the way it follows us to the grave,
held in our pelvis
in some part of the bone.
II
He is the kind of man
who gives back
what he took
so long ago it doesn't matter anymore.
A boy who pilfers an apple
attached to a string
in the corner market stall.
III
Getting caught.
5.4.06
5:55 GMT + 3, for Me and Haneen
Doesn't everyone want to say something
just everyday, special? Every day is
so great or not so. Maybe it wasn't nice
the way the man looked at me today
while I bought a plug for the generator.
Maybe it isn't cool to be American.
Maybe I should have said I was Russian.
Maybe I should have hugged him.
I don't know. His eyes were somehow
not to my liking. I guess he could say the same.
Maybe that isn't what could be said though.
How about all that money that I spent,
hundred thou after hundred thou after hundred thou
every lira to a foreigner who couldn't understand
me and vice versa until I banged my head
and said, Damn it! Just damn it all.
Little Haneen laughed. She is only two
and knows the feeling.
Not quite sure but it was raining, still is.
April is cold this year and very wet.
It is 5:55 GMT + 3 or so.
I'm sure to the east there's a hell hole
and to the west there's a bunch of girl scouts and boy scouts.
Maybe up north there is some snow.
Down south, some kind of weird dancing.
Here it is, 5:55 and I've got to go now.
Hope the car starts. Hope is all there is.
Doesn't everyone want to say something
just everyday, special? Every day is
so great or not so. Maybe it wasn't nice
the way the man looked at me today
while I bought a plug for the generator.
Maybe it isn't cool to be American.
Maybe I should have said I was Russian.
Maybe I should have hugged him.
I don't know. His eyes were somehow
not to my liking. I guess he could say the same.
Maybe that isn't what could be said though.
How about all that money that I spent,
hundred thou after hundred thou after hundred thou
every lira to a foreigner who couldn't understand
me and vice versa until I banged my head
and said, Damn it! Just damn it all.
Little Haneen laughed. She is only two
and knows the feeling.
Not quite sure but it was raining, still is.
April is cold this year and very wet.
It is 5:55 GMT + 3 or so.
I'm sure to the east there's a hell hole
and to the west there's a bunch of girl scouts and boy scouts.
Maybe up north there is some snow.
Down south, some kind of weird dancing.
Here it is, 5:55 and I've got to go now.
Hope the car starts. Hope is all there is.
The Best Beatles Song:
Back in the USSR. Nothing like that tune. Reminds me of antiques for some reason:
http://www.bisbeemarquee.com/mag/?ncr=51
Back in the USSR. Nothing like that tune. Reminds me of antiques for some reason:
http://www.bisbeemarquee.com/mag/?ncr=51
Headlines/Captions
(Found poetry, the only one I've ever written which demonstrates how easily Flarf, Found and that other baloney is, to write....anyone with a newspaper can come up with something damn fine...but is it their own?)
Getting off
hunt for militants,
commentary by
A War That Cannot Be Won,
women make breakthrough
in Jedda, Cairo makes
belated progress,
Denktash sees hand
being forced
While:
Westerners in the Gulf
Fear Backlash-
la vie de nos
enfants vaut
mieux que vos
sales guerres
-Lahoud and Hariri meet
for 75 minutes
(sitting, astonished, together)
Farmers take government
to task,
Sectarian agendas are part
of the problem,
So:
The Australian Embassy Begins
Wine Promotion Week-
-This is Not Terrorism-
a one night outdoor performance
(umbrellas recommended)
Starts and Ends
on the Same Day.
(Found poetry, the only one I've ever written which demonstrates how easily Flarf, Found and that other baloney is, to write....anyone with a newspaper can come up with something damn fine...but is it their own?)
Getting off
hunt for militants,
commentary by
A War That Cannot Be Won,
women make breakthrough
in Jedda, Cairo makes
belated progress,
Denktash sees hand
being forced
While:
Westerners in the Gulf
Fear Backlash-
la vie de nos
enfants vaut
mieux que vos
sales guerres
-Lahoud and Hariri meet
for 75 minutes
(sitting, astonished, together)
Farmers take government
to task,
Sectarian agendas are part
of the problem,
So:
The Australian Embassy Begins
Wine Promotion Week-
-This is Not Terrorism-
a one night outdoor performance
(umbrellas recommended)
Starts and Ends
on the Same Day.
4.4.06
DOA
http://www.maddogblog.com/2006/03/vote-for-me-rip.html
Bisbee, Arizona City Councilman Bob Kasun was re-elected Tuesday in a landslide (246 to 83), in spite of the fact that he died nine days before the election. Councilwoman Luche Giacomino, who was also re-elected even though she's still alive, said, "I am just tickled to death that Bob won." Nice choice of words.
RIP, Bob Kasun. A good friend of Jack Porter of "Jack and Fish".
Death is the only democracy.
http://www.maddogblog.com/2006/03/vote-for-me-rip.html
Bisbee, Arizona City Councilman Bob Kasun was re-elected Tuesday in a landslide (246 to 83), in spite of the fact that he died nine days before the election. Councilwoman Luche Giacomino, who was also re-elected even though she's still alive, said, "I am just tickled to death that Bob won." Nice choice of words.
RIP, Bob Kasun. A good friend of Jack Porter of "Jack and Fish".
Death is the only democracy.
3.4.06
Kamping At The KOA in AmeriKKKa
Man, that was a great kampout. Trucks speeding by and Winslow just down the road. The canyon in the distance and that old watering hole on the horizon.
Was such a great summer in the New Grand Canyons.
Photo by radical ann of course.
Was such a great summer in the New Grand Canyons.
Photo by radical ann of course.
XRAYS
(For Telch)
The bones of Bayruth look like buildings
before the flesh and secrets
have been carried off by the organisms
there, faces that carry
the look of assassinations as well
on eclipse days as ordinary ones,
a type of sudden death syndrome.
The fruit vendors to the kaak trolley spies
have a winsome glow when the sun
is skewed regardless of the sea's intentions.
Some there, roll their pants up to the knees
and others fall apart on xray, shoulders
and legs, tiny little feet and these poor
sell squares of the old film so the others
might view the little silver slivers rather than suffer
the myths of going blind.
http://travel.guardian.co.uk/countries/story/0,,1119062,00.html
(For Telch)
The bones of Bayruth look like buildings
before the flesh and secrets
have been carried off by the organisms
there, faces that carry
the look of assassinations as well
on eclipse days as ordinary ones,
a type of sudden death syndrome.
The fruit vendors to the kaak trolley spies
have a winsome glow when the sun
is skewed regardless of the sea's intentions.
Some there, roll their pants up to the knees
and others fall apart on xray, shoulders
and legs, tiny little feet and these poor
sell squares of the old film so the others
might view the little silver slivers rather than suffer
the myths of going blind.
http://travel.guardian.co.uk/countries/story/0,,1119062,00.html
Sit A Spell
This thing shows up at my door
looks like a fellow but you can
never really tell about these types.
I say come on in, it isn't as if
I didn't expect you afterall.
The calling cards are all over
the place and I don't bother trying
to throw them away anymore.
I'm sorry for the rubbish even.
It isn't as if I didn't know you
were around, didn't know
you were so thirsty. Saw
you walking the other day
hands in your pockets, head low
then you looked up as I tried
desperately to turn away, act
as if I didn't know you.
That kind of thing never works anyway.
You catch the blank stare, the angry
grimace twisted-up in a vehicle
morningtime taking the kids to school.
You see her there in her place
as if you are in a peculiar mirror.
Someone else sees the same thing
same time and you laugh at it
but it isn't the same when you are alone.
It shows up at the door to hound you
about unpaid bills or grievances
without even saying a word...
just sitting there and looking around
as if the objects collected really mean
what it is that they fail to mean.
Sitting there, and then crossing the legs.
When he crosses his legs it means he
isn't going to leave real soon or anymore.
Likes it. Really-really likes the silence
of it all. He only pretended to thirst,
to look shabby for the attention
and the chance.
Always sees the chance this fellow.
Real sneaky like that and gets even
by not getting even. By sitting there
in the mirror he brought in his tiny pockets.
*Yes, the stories are vague now. Point taken. But that guy keeps showing up...never done with his battles over this old hag's soul.
This thing shows up at my door
looks like a fellow but you can
never really tell about these types.
I say come on in, it isn't as if
I didn't expect you afterall.
The calling cards are all over
the place and I don't bother trying
to throw them away anymore.
I'm sorry for the rubbish even.
It isn't as if I didn't know you
were around, didn't know
you were so thirsty. Saw
you walking the other day
hands in your pockets, head low
then you looked up as I tried
desperately to turn away, act
as if I didn't know you.
That kind of thing never works anyway.
You catch the blank stare, the angry
grimace twisted-up in a vehicle
morningtime taking the kids to school.
You see her there in her place
as if you are in a peculiar mirror.
Someone else sees the same thing
same time and you laugh at it
but it isn't the same when you are alone.
It shows up at the door to hound you
about unpaid bills or grievances
without even saying a word...
just sitting there and looking around
as if the objects collected really mean
what it is that they fail to mean.
Sitting there, and then crossing the legs.
When he crosses his legs it means he
isn't going to leave real soon or anymore.
Likes it. Really-really likes the silence
of it all. He only pretended to thirst,
to look shabby for the attention
and the chance.
Always sees the chance this fellow.
Real sneaky like that and gets even
by not getting even. By sitting there
in the mirror he brought in his tiny pockets.
*Yes, the stories are vague now. Point taken. But that guy keeps showing up...never done with his battles over this old hag's soul.
2.4.06
The tHinG in ESPERANTO
http://www.thejeunessedoree.libsyn.com/ live but nearly unintelligible haha!
Oh man...Casa Grande with his ancient clocks via Beirut, talking about:
What is it? Well it certainly isn't that old yarn about my drink with the BeeGees!
http://www.roadsideamerica.com/attract/AZCOCthing.html
http://www.thejeunessedoree.libsyn.com/ live but nearly unintelligible haha!
Oh man...Casa Grande with his ancient clocks via Beirut, talking about:
What is it? Well it certainly isn't that old yarn about my drink with the BeeGees!
http://www.roadsideamerica.com/attract/AZCOCthing.html
1.4.06
Shocking Death of Poesy.
Rhymes. Oh dear Lord In Heaven. Thanks Joe.
http://thejeunessedoree.libsyn.com/
And the battle hits...
Striking where and when it is appropriate. Keats Dead? Oh God no!
Rhymes. Oh dear Lord In Heaven. Thanks Joe.
http://thejeunessedoree.libsyn.com/
And the battle hits...
Striking where and when it is appropriate. Keats Dead? Oh God no!
Dear (Redacted),
And it is amazing what the difference of one word is between parties, "in" versus "something else"!
Perhaps Whitman is the man to offer sage advice in this matter. Yes, Whitman is the Shia American who would rather die fighting than die missing one shaved hair from the grave.
"The American poets are to enclose old and new for America is the race of races."
"The greatest poet hardly knows pettiness or triviality. If he breathes into any thing that was before thought small it dilates with the grandeur and life of the universe. He is a seer . . . . he is individual . . . he is complete in himself . . . . the others are as good as he, only he sees it and they do not."
"Past and present and future are not disjoined but joined." The Miss agrees to this. It is in a simple twist of time within a piece that the most universal concept is achieved without one ever knowing they've been bent backwards upon their own self and selfless reckoning. The fallacy of time is well known. That the sun continues to rise and set as it goes around. Abraham commented on it and found that the Moon too sets, dies out or shows up without notice early in the spring mornings and perhaps later in the fall. Not gods he said. Not gods.
"The direct trial of him who would be the greatest poet is today. If he does not flood himself with the immediate age as with vast oceanic tides . . . . . and if he does not attract his own land body and soul to himself and hang on its neck with incomparable love and plunge his semitic muscle into its merits and demerits . . . and if he be not himself the age transfigured . . . . and if to him is not opened the eternity which gives similitude to all periods and locations and processes and animate and inanimate forms, and which is the bond of time, and rises up from its inconceivable vagueness and infiniteness in the swimming shape of today, and is held by the ductile anchors of life, and makes the present spot the passage from what was to what shall be, and commits itself to the representation of this wave of an hour and this one of the sixty beautiful children of the wave—let him merge in the general run and wait his development. . . . . . . . Still the final test of poems or any character or work remains."
Grass, the handkerchief of the Lord he said. Yes, he said that as well as to celebrate the loser as well as the victor because all were in battle together. One wonders what old Walt would think to say now? It is the denouement of his oratory it seems. And Lloyd George to Toynbee wouldn't be at all surprised I think.
It is such that the state here has agreed to depose the governor. So they say or, so someone tells me so I won't be estranged from my own self. This is what the Lady has agreed to.
To put it simply, Whitman must have been my great great grand uncle. What has gone missing though in places such as the Silliman? What young Asian man was quoted as saying, Brainwaves with line breaks? He probably knew more than he was thinking!
Smile O voluptuous coolbreathed earth!
Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees!
Earth of departed sunset! Earth of the mountains misty- topt!
Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue!
Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!
Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake!
Far-swooping elbowed earth! Rich apple-blossomed earth!
Smile, for your lover comes!
Death comes to us all it seems and how I fear death for some peculiar reason now that I know how much I've missed all these years fretting over something that really wasn't worth fretting over. It must have been what the priests told me and how they scorned the slightest lighting of a candle under the old science lab! How they repudiated any kind of little thing!
Hurrah for positive science! Long live exact demonstration!
Fetch stonecrop and mix it with cedar and branches of lilac;
This is the lexicographer or chemist . . . . this made a grammar of the old
cartouches,
These mariners put the ship through dangerous unknown seas,
This is the geologist, and this works with the scalpel, and this is a mathematician.
It is such that even the tiniest news alarms me anymore. The slightest touch can disrupt the Anchorite. Yes, Anchorite. Do not love those little windows!
It is not going to be Persia one hopes. How they've gunned for our type for so long and those of the other sects with their own heritage in mind! Everyone with an agenda but could it be that blood runs thicker than water? Or is it, knowledge of a certain type runs only to the few? It is, inspiration that achieves the most and at night, inspiration is the only song a person hears save for the occassional flare up of the dogs outside fighting over a scimpy meal. That little female up on the roof had her ears cut off by the Syrians and fed to her. Her imagination must run wild and now, her safety assured...she must want to return to the pack very soon. Her eyes well now with poly-mixins. If only a person could just go live with the dogs where one belongs!
I visit the orchards of God and look at the spheric product,
And look at quintillions ripened, and look at quintillions green.
Yes....yes. I was shown this orchard in a dream. Resembled what one might expect a partridge in a pear tree might look like. It was only a tree with perfect spherical fruits ready to be picked. I was gifted that night and then the evolution of all dreams descended on me only, when I awoke, I could not speak of it thoroughly or at all! I was a mute. Try as I might I could not achieve any part of it in a word or in a million. Now it is such that bits and pieces light up now and then of that vast period of canonical awareness but I've resisted the temptation to make use of it just yet. It needs some time to rest on the soul. To understand what part of it might be useful and what part might be just the stuff they want to hear. The sell out. There are bigger things than being understood and even bigger things than being known. Much bigger. A heaven where dogs can talk.
I find letters from God dropped in the street, and every one is signed by God's name,
And I leave them where they are, for I know that others will punctually come for-
ever and ever.
It is so. They are all over and to describe what they look like to the others is like talking to peas!
No...it was no lazy smile. Just a kind of jaundice.
And a cough. Terrible cough and memories of TB. That summer was a long one with the two of them en hopital. I think it was then I knew I'd have few to stand up for me in this world. And you? When did you realize such things? I'm almost embarrassed doogs to think that I am only just now getting an understanding of this thing called life. What a dingbat I must have been then when we first wrote like this. I must have been terribly idealistic then.
But as the hadith said...go to your mountain with your goats and stay there. It will one day be over and you'll be none the wiser.
And I should like to hear the name of anything between Sunday morning and
Saturday night that is not just as wonderful.
....and google it.
Cordially,
LJ Thomas
And it is amazing what the difference of one word is between parties, "in" versus "something else"!
Perhaps Whitman is the man to offer sage advice in this matter. Yes, Whitman is the Shia American who would rather die fighting than die missing one shaved hair from the grave.
"The American poets are to enclose old and new for America is the race of races."
"The greatest poet hardly knows pettiness or triviality. If he breathes into any thing that was before thought small it dilates with the grandeur and life of the universe. He is a seer . . . . he is individual . . . he is complete in himself . . . . the others are as good as he, only he sees it and they do not."
"Past and present and future are not disjoined but joined." The Miss agrees to this. It is in a simple twist of time within a piece that the most universal concept is achieved without one ever knowing they've been bent backwards upon their own self and selfless reckoning. The fallacy of time is well known. That the sun continues to rise and set as it goes around. Abraham commented on it and found that the Moon too sets, dies out or shows up without notice early in the spring mornings and perhaps later in the fall. Not gods he said. Not gods.
"The direct trial of him who would be the greatest poet is today. If he does not flood himself with the immediate age as with vast oceanic tides . . . . . and if he does not attract his own land body and soul to himself and hang on its neck with incomparable love and plunge his semitic muscle into its merits and demerits . . . and if he be not himself the age transfigured . . . . and if to him is not opened the eternity which gives similitude to all periods and locations and processes and animate and inanimate forms, and which is the bond of time, and rises up from its inconceivable vagueness and infiniteness in the swimming shape of today, and is held by the ductile anchors of life, and makes the present spot the passage from what was to what shall be, and commits itself to the representation of this wave of an hour and this one of the sixty beautiful children of the wave—let him merge in the general run and wait his development. . . . . . . . Still the final test of poems or any character or work remains."
Grass, the handkerchief of the Lord he said. Yes, he said that as well as to celebrate the loser as well as the victor because all were in battle together. One wonders what old Walt would think to say now? It is the denouement of his oratory it seems. And Lloyd George to Toynbee wouldn't be at all surprised I think.
It is such that the state here has agreed to depose the governor. So they say or, so someone tells me so I won't be estranged from my own self. This is what the Lady has agreed to.
To put it simply, Whitman must have been my great great grand uncle. What has gone missing though in places such as the Silliman? What young Asian man was quoted as saying, Brainwaves with line breaks? He probably knew more than he was thinking!
Smile O voluptuous coolbreathed earth!
Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees!
Earth of departed sunset! Earth of the mountains misty- topt!
Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue!
Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!
Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake!
Far-swooping elbowed earth! Rich apple-blossomed earth!
Smile, for your lover comes!
Death comes to us all it seems and how I fear death for some peculiar reason now that I know how much I've missed all these years fretting over something that really wasn't worth fretting over. It must have been what the priests told me and how they scorned the slightest lighting of a candle under the old science lab! How they repudiated any kind of little thing!
Hurrah for positive science! Long live exact demonstration!
Fetch stonecrop and mix it with cedar and branches of lilac;
This is the lexicographer or chemist . . . . this made a grammar of the old
cartouches,
These mariners put the ship through dangerous unknown seas,
This is the geologist, and this works with the scalpel, and this is a mathematician.
It is such that even the tiniest news alarms me anymore. The slightest touch can disrupt the Anchorite. Yes, Anchorite. Do not love those little windows!
It is not going to be Persia one hopes. How they've gunned for our type for so long and those of the other sects with their own heritage in mind! Everyone with an agenda but could it be that blood runs thicker than water? Or is it, knowledge of a certain type runs only to the few? It is, inspiration that achieves the most and at night, inspiration is the only song a person hears save for the occassional flare up of the dogs outside fighting over a scimpy meal. That little female up on the roof had her ears cut off by the Syrians and fed to her. Her imagination must run wild and now, her safety assured...she must want to return to the pack very soon. Her eyes well now with poly-mixins. If only a person could just go live with the dogs where one belongs!
I visit the orchards of God and look at the spheric product,
And look at quintillions ripened, and look at quintillions green.
Yes....yes. I was shown this orchard in a dream. Resembled what one might expect a partridge in a pear tree might look like. It was only a tree with perfect spherical fruits ready to be picked. I was gifted that night and then the evolution of all dreams descended on me only, when I awoke, I could not speak of it thoroughly or at all! I was a mute. Try as I might I could not achieve any part of it in a word or in a million. Now it is such that bits and pieces light up now and then of that vast period of canonical awareness but I've resisted the temptation to make use of it just yet. It needs some time to rest on the soul. To understand what part of it might be useful and what part might be just the stuff they want to hear. The sell out. There are bigger things than being understood and even bigger things than being known. Much bigger. A heaven where dogs can talk.
I find letters from God dropped in the street, and every one is signed by God's name,
And I leave them where they are, for I know that others will punctually come for-
ever and ever.
It is so. They are all over and to describe what they look like to the others is like talking to peas!
No...it was no lazy smile. Just a kind of jaundice.
And a cough. Terrible cough and memories of TB. That summer was a long one with the two of them en hopital. I think it was then I knew I'd have few to stand up for me in this world. And you? When did you realize such things? I'm almost embarrassed doogs to think that I am only just now getting an understanding of this thing called life. What a dingbat I must have been then when we first wrote like this. I must have been terribly idealistic then.
But as the hadith said...go to your mountain with your goats and stay there. It will one day be over and you'll be none the wiser.
And I should like to hear the name of anything between Sunday morning and
Saturday night that is not just as wonderful.
....and google it.
Cordially,
LJ Thomas
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