In my attempt to express how I think that we’ve forgotten all that we’ve overcome. An attempt spurred by the odd explosions of dumb passion from peasant to president. In this attempt I came away with something more like a poetic notion. I rather like it.
I hope you like it too.
(A focused and sober consideration of our wilfully ungrateful amnesia regarding father history is soon to come. Among many other articles.)
Mad Crow’s Mirth
To become a bird aware of the folly of flight and the ludicrousness of its position.
That is in my opinion something approaching enlightenment.
Though as is evidenced by the play of what’s been said enlightenment is a farce and thus to laugh is wisdom.
But not always for at times one must laugh at laughter and become stern.
I think that mankind has forgotten what’s been overcome. Mankind is currently like a lazy teenager that has swept troubles under the rug.
Formerly there were bloody hangings, drawings and quarterings, myopic ideas and the death resultant of that myopia. Now we do not have these two. At least not here. We export them to China and its socioeconomic kin. This is not to mention the graveyard of empires.
In the latter musing I noted the folly of hovering wraith like above humanity as arbiter. It is a default style. Standard for observers. Especially objective ones who use the third person. The religious think they escape it by adopting Christ consciousness. Such a crown, unwieldy, sits oddly on their heads, oddly funny.
Thus the need for the bird analogy and my current…
Yes o sweet one
Pour the wine
the thing it must be done
The blooming of the line
Your hair is the wheat of the field
Fed by the waters of spirit sublime
Cisterns are your eyes
Drawing up the sustenance of time
There is a depth of dyes
Waxing of colors
Hung in parlors
Of diverse eternity
Through thrusting supernal light
Weave now the ring
Entwined we forge a novel sight
Settle now against my breast
Here against my rhythm
Take your rest
We are the first and last
Redly glimmers in the cup
That makes down up
Laugh laugh here where it’s clear
Where it’s clear what’s been overcome
We are the first and the last
Take that wine and welcome
To the future and the past