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Thursday, September 30, 2010

Ode to the Sages

Cerberus stalks from the doorstep of death,
flaring immensely terrible teeth at the darkness above
and into the day he gives growling disdain
toward those living in despair, accepting fate
as if it were really absolute as so many say.
“I am the Dog of Athens, Alexander!”
Wait upon the stoop of reluctant instruction,
and howl toward the door, you watchdog of Hell!

Where are we going into the line of history?
This birth from Hegel and Marx synthesized
and the Zeitgeist TURNS ITS HEAD now
until we can see forward again, the world spins…

I followed prints in the sand left by the Wandering Jew
for forty days and forty nights I was lost,
then stumbled on his humble host and
understood where all things stood: underfoot.
Craving shelter in that cave, I asked the nomad’s name.
The drifter responded, simply:
“My name is Rabbi Yeshua bin-Yosef,
I am anointed King of the Jews…”

Destroy your idols, all vulgar sheep!
DESOLATION WILDERNESS
Absurdity, Nothingness, Meaninglessness,
TOHU WA-BOHU.
Love is strong and unbounded, where are you?
Stay with me in Solidarity

As Heracles carries your form
between his broad, bare shoulder-blades
bear your message back like Cerberus
scurries home by the gates of deep Hades
dashing with whimpers and tracks of tripled ash
and bark to all who have ears:
“Hark and hear!” loudly and clear you declare,
“Remember these sounds far across the earth,
for I, like Orpheus the Seeker, sought
and returned empty-handed, yet
I found all that I could need!
You are now as dust, defiled, unwilling,
lost to the hated ways of—Roaming
as in the ancient days of anticipation.”

Once one was my god and all was in him,
yet now are Nietzschean shadows
and everything in the skies gray over
raining upon the regimes of oppressors
and wiping clean the blank slate of collective,
of society evolving, revolving,
unconscious and alive and dreaming to awareness.

“I am called Awakened Gautama,
have established the meaning of life.
My name is Diogenes of Sinope,
Dean Moriarty, Philosopher-King.”
I believe in nothing, in the vagabond dog.

2 comments:

  1. Though I'm not of the nihilist bent, I did really like the poem. The first stanza was my favorite and I enjoyed how you went from theme to theme (or perhaps more accurately image cluster to image cluster) with ease

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  2. Ditto Chris.

    Images were spectacular. I actually liked the 3rd stanza.

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