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Sunday, 21 January 2024

Bound to Eden's Land

I wear upon myself today 
Immanuel's Feet to bear and lead 
His Eye to watch 
His Arm to lift 
His Ear to hearken to my need 
The Head of my Godhead to teach 
His Hand to heal 
His Heel to ward 
The Mouth of God to give me speech 
His Gloryflesh my life to hoard 

Christ on all tongues telling of me 
Christ on all minds pondering me 
Christ on all hearts wond'ring at me 
Christ my Maker, Christ co-Heir 
Christ Adopter, co-family 
Christ behind, Christ before 
Christ above, Christ below 
Christ encircling, 
Christ pervading, 
Christ the Chasm super-spanning 
Goodwill earthward from Him landing 

I bind unto myself this hour 
His bursting from the spicΓ©d tomb 
His riding up, His hurtling down, 
His feet upon the Heaven-way 
His soothing eyes and Day of Days 
His comfort at the Day of Doom 

I bind unto myself today 
Heaven's Home in heaven's heaven 
Gleam of sunsheen 
Beam of moon 
Blazing heat of flaming Noon 
Burning light of lightning flash 
Crashing sea of surging stacks 
Stony heights of gravity 
Whirling wind, sublimity 
Trembling fruits on lustrous limbs 
Eden's Land revived in Him 

Blood of my blood 
Heart of my heart 
Flesh of my flesh 
Bone of my bone 
Soul of my soul 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 
I've been working on this rewriting of the πΏπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘–π‘π‘Ž π‘œπ‘“ π‘†π‘Žπ‘–π‘›π‘‘ π‘ƒπ‘Žπ‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘π‘˜, which is part-preserved in the 9th-century π‘‰π‘–π‘‘π‘Ž π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘–π‘‘π‘Ž π‘†π‘Žπ‘›π‘π‘‘π‘– π‘ƒπ‘Žπ‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘π‘–π‘–, and more completely passed down from the 11th-century πΉπ‘Ž́π‘’π‘‘β„Ž πΉπ‘–π‘Žπ‘‘π‘Ž ('Hidingspell') in the πΏπ‘–π‘π‘’π‘Ÿ π»π‘¦π‘šπ‘›π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘š. The prayer and its imagery go back to Patrick himself and the early 400s. In my rewriting, I've tried to echo the energy, piercing movement, submission, tranquility, intimacy, courage and imagery of the original.

Monday, 9 January 2017

Bloodlight

Tenderly overflowed

banks flood-rent

by love-rivers,

tear-riven.

Silt trickled, swollen-shoaled,

stone splitting.


Earth-soaking, overflowed,

undulating under temple stone,

crack-writhen.


Red-dying dye bled

down rock-faces,

the vein-stained glass

of window-ages

scintillating under lowest heights

of Heaven.

~N.A.D., 8 January 2017

Wednesday, 28 December 2016

‘I’m a simple guy.’ ‘I’m a simple girl.’ I don’t believe you.

‘I’m a simple guy.’ ‘I’m a simple girl.’ I don’t believe you.

When it comes to 'simplicity,' I agree with others who've said it, that it's treasureable.

Most people don't take pleasure in The Complicated, and that includes complex communication. The weight of reflection is pleasure for the weightlifter. But agony for the levitater. The written word can feel light or may frighten when heavy.
But what is simplicity? What does it mean to say something is simple? Real simplicity means purity of form, undiluted insight, and thorough irreduceableness. It is something hard and beautiful and uncompromising. Simplicity isn't reducing other's reactions to what you or they want: that's commercial prostitution, not communication.

Simplicity and complexity are opposite sides of the same coin. It’s a rare trinket, one only rarely bulging our purses. Perhaps we don’t treasure such riches, and I wonder why.

For most of my countrymen, 'simplicity' means quick fixes, happy echoes, vagueness, tightlippedness, and oversimplification. But there is little value in all that ... except playing avoidant. Could it be that a desire for supposed simplicity is a disguised desire for ‘safety?’ I think such people are in danger, in grave danger of never growing strong, never knowing another human being, never knowing joy.

I think the purest moments lived are nuanced and detailed, distilled into something radiating movement, wholeness, and synergistic form, something as simple as a triangle, circle, spiral or wave....

Interrelatedly, I've noticed that drama-adverse people struggle with the idea that life is a complex and not a simplex. People who 'Don't Do Drama' are always going around creating it. They are irresponsible toward others, cheat themselves of life-training moments, lack experience in dealing with pain, sorrow, force, love and conflict; they are give-it-to-me-now, attention-deficient, tunnelvisioned bundles of anxiety. They flee only what they need most, same as I do.

The escapist demands to be king and queen and ruler of all.

How complex and simple life is, once faced! A terrible beauty.

Tuesday, 22 December 2015

Aage and Else, the only true translation of the early Danish ballad, parallel to `Sweet William's Ghost`

Giving you my own translation of my favourite Danish ballad, Aage og Else. Not one accurate translation exists of this tale of a woman who mourns her dead beloved so hard, that he comes back from the grave.
Original language version: http://heimskringla.no/wiki/Aage_og_Else

Aage and Else, my translation

Three girls sat in their chamber
— two warped and wove the gold —
the third wept for her promised one
{Refrain}: For she betrothed the knight

It was Aage the knight
— rode land and sea —
promised himself to Else,
a fair girl

He gave himself to Elselille,
gave all himself and gold,
and by the Monday after
his body lay under mould

She wept, Else, so sore,
wrang her hands;
and Aage heard it
under black earth

Aage he got up
took his coffin on his back.
He trudged to his betrothed's bower,
weighed down under struggle

He rapped on the door with his coffin
— he had no furs, couldn't softly knock.
`You rise up, stately Elselill,
Let your beloved in.`

Else she spoke
with tears down her cheek,
`If you can name Jesus by name,
then you, you come in.`

`You get up, Elselill !
Unlock your door.
I can name the name of Jesus
so well as I could before.`

Up stood the stately Else
with tears down her cheek.
She opened up her room
and let the dead man in.

Then she took her golden comb
and combed and combed his hair.
For every strand of hair she combed,
there fell down a tear.

`Listen to me, Herr Aage my knight,
my most dear one.
How is it under the black earth,
How is it in your grave?`

`It's like happiest Heaven,
down in the black earth,
down in my grave with me.
So be glad.`

`Listen to me, Herr Aage my knight,
my most dear one.
Can I go with you into the black earth,
into your grave.`

`It's like blackest Hell,
down in the black earth,
down in my grave with me.
Make the Cross over you!

Every time you weep,
Every time your loving care is stirred,
My coffin stands full to the brim
with clotted blood.

Above by my head
the grass grows green,
But down by my feet
snakes lie coiled.

But every time you sing,
Every time your heart is glad,
My grave is all canopied inside
with twining rose-leaves.

Now the Black Cock craws
in the Dark Yard's Nook
and all the Portals open up
— I must away.

Now the White Cock craws
in the High Hall
— All living dead yearn for the earth
— I must away.

Now the Red Cock craws
on the Heathen Ground
— All living dead yearn for the earth
— I must go along with.`

Aage he got up
took his coffin on his back.
Trudged back to the graveyard,
weighed down under struggle

Her mind stirred with her love,
stately Elselille,
she followed her beloved
through the mirk woods

When she came through the woods
and to the graveyard,
there dimmed and faded Aage's
fair and golden hair.

`Look, look up to the skies,
see all the specks of stars.
See there, see with joy
how all Night passes away.`

She looked up to the skies,
saw all the specks of stars.
The dead man slipped into the Earth.
Him she never saw.

Else went home,
filled with sadness.
The Monday after
she lay in the mould.
{Refrain}: For she betrothed the knight

Sunday, 11 October 2015

Rough-Hewn Quick Explanation of Modernism and Its Connexion to the American Empire

America's problems have a lot to do with the special way it inherited the central machine of Modernity and Empire, within which there are many intensely social (more than material) ills. In fact, the more that social health fails, the easier it becomes to blame this on external, material factors, and to allow the social virus to worsen. The root cause of disease is pervasively ignored, even subconsciously so, to our peril. It is not 'fixable' anyway by any government or economic system - Capitalism is as neutral a force as many others, neither good nor bad. Our own form of Capitalism, given its concomitant union with Empire, monopoly, outcome-obsessive behaviour, and method-focused impersonality, tends to strike throughout a society an aura of ... triviality/banality. As time progresses, the most earnest, deeply held beliefs become trivialised by the rituals of day-to-day existence within this impersonal system. Empires need strong ideals and beliefs and magnetic energy in order to motivate people to continue what is unnatural -- the subversion of all that is Other/Different from themselves. As we grow, that which is Other becomes more and more invisible and indiscernable. Emigration of fresh foreigners is perhaps the singlemost positive thing that has happened and could ever happen to us within this system, but we fatally then mistake our own immigrants for the 'Other'; the two are not the same. We never see that which is Outside. We become micro-fixated, and micro-fixation is the cause of every mental illness, clinically and experimentally. Scientists know that myopia is the one thing that all mental illnesses have in common. This state of myopia is key and core to Modernism, to Empire, and to the U..S.. which inherited those systems. It's not the people's fault per se (we are not worse than other human beings) - but we have inherited and continue to perpetuate something very dangerous. This accumulative decadence within imperialist modernist ideology can be traced back to the dawn of written history (and more recently to the early 1800s) - something deviant, viral and very late in the evolution of Humanity itself and which has culminated in the unsustainable philosophy of Modernism (1820s to the Present), a way of life that works 180 degrees against biology and the innate human drives and wishes. Deep connection to and trust in one's fellow human beings is the central joy-generating aspect of human life (and most mammal life too), and the ability to have/enjoy/sacralize food, sex, physical well-being, long-term continuity of the physical body, to unite institutions with nature, to experience all this within fellowship between humans within Nature as something sacred requires that human civilisation not act against the way the world is actually wired. Most of the less-powerful world has never acted in our deviant way - either in history or in the present time. It is mainly Empires which do, and those systems which follow the philosophy of Modernity.

 America's problems lie in the frailty of its social & interrelational/communal bonds - which on the surface trick people to think all is fine (Americans are upbeat, action-oriented, outgoing with strangers, even in laudable ways, and stress 'positive smiley ambitious' outlook), but none of this equals depth or permanence of trust or relationship, either with strangers, within the family, within a community, or across a very huge, impersonal country, impersonal not because people are 'bad' but because we inherited the core mechanisms of Empire and Modernism. If the Irish or Māori became as powerful and large and impersonal as we are, they would do no better. No human beings no matter how angelic can handle what we've inherited and not botch it up. Modernism is a philosophical movement, which encompasses the whole world, but is centered in America partly 'by accident' - we inherited the British Empire, the last world empire, and that is a multigenerational system in which there is a hyperbolic need for control. The great need to control human life outcomes is one of the primary facets of Modernism, and the more successful control one acquires, the more neurosis, distrust, impersonality and insecurity it brings across all of society since it requires an ever bigger Administrator who can't possibly control everyone/everything, and where that very control leads to the populace's frustration and unfulfillment - a sense of something vital missing from their lives. It is as if they turn to control everything they can except for their own natures, which run rampant and out of control.
 
Many of the attributes [numbered below] of the current over-inflated American empire mirror the same ones in Modernism itself, and each attribute contradicts its own goals to the point that most participants *within* thte system (having no external perspective) are deceived into thinking that each aspect is something GOOD rather than the thing it is - something quite corrosive:

 1.) A belief that the individual trumps the tribal, familial, collective. (On the surface, this is wonderful, and I uphold it. But all it means is that people want to control groups of people based on their whims, dysfunctions, on their commercial interests, and [ideally] convert as many people as possible to their point-of-view. This constantly SUCCEEDS in America and leads to CONFORMITY, mass and intolerant conformity. While all this conformity is going on, the Individual sits and narcissistically claims that the whole world revolves around the Self, and that their country's system promotes the Self!) Can you hear the contradiction echo? Self-empowerment is self-delusory.
 
2.) A belief that the goals and ends justify the means, and that these means can be worked into a science of exact 0-tolerance technique which enables the same outcome to be reached again...and again...and again. This is the system of 'scientific' Control which governments themselves, claiming to be 'democracy', use in the Modernist period (and did not use during the French Revolution, the new Irish Republic, the modern Icelandic republic, or in the Polish Democratic Constitution nearly as much, or even within our own original Colonial aims.) Plenty of countries are currently cutting-edge and progressive without being progressivIST or Modernist. America is not one of the subtle enlightened few since it inherited Modernity as its machine to drive its own anti-Other empire. Because the machine *works so well*, it is a social fatality. That machine is highly highly effective in the beginning, but uses up everyone's material, emotional and social resources very swiftly, far swifter than older empires like Greece, Persia, Egypt did..... These empires were more tolerant, subtle and nuanced - they believed in built-in flexibility. They did not stress 0-tolerance and exacting technique-driven systems. They were smarter than we are - and that's why they endured longer. They could incorporate more Difference, and remain more personal despite their impersonal systems.
 
3.) A culture of intense Impersonality, where Personality is associated with all things 'evil' (impersonal 'persons' in court, you as a profit-number in a business or school or prison, your lack of ability to shake the president's hand in the White House [almost impossible today], your own outlawed and fading language dialect [too local and personal, therefore evil], talking and doing everything face-to-face [too uncomfortable for insecure controlfreaks], bribery, personal opinion or eccentricity, relational devotions, life-experience bias, familial and political feuds (like the duels in which pre-Modern president President Andrew Jackson engaged), Jihad or tribal suicides (madness!), dying at age 40 (how dare you?!), and anything that smacks too much of human physicality, human passion, human opinion, human emotion, humans showing loyalty to one or few other individuals. Anyone who does something 'extreme' in the name of such a devotion is deemed a lunatic in the world of Modernism. Where in reality those people are simply personal, practical people who clearly see what is right in front of them, and often enjoy their own lives intensely, and find intense meaning within them. Within a system of Impersonality, you are only allowed to do things that benefit a System of prediction and control and exacting techniques. This leads the personal-biological individual human being to go mad and start lashing out at his/her fellow human beings, performing no limit of atrocities and personal violations. People have no room to be .. themselves. Not only is Modernism against the Body (it learned this in part from Protestantism), but Modernism is against anything that is too upclose and personal. This is why we hate the culture of Islam beyond almost any culture we've encountered so far - Islamic culture is intensely personal and we therefore as overweening Romans buried behind our shield-walls declare all the sprinting slashing Visigoths  'Barbarians', those people who want face-to-face parley even as the 500 tribes of native Americans did whom we also laid low as 'barbarians.' We are the insane, not they. It is often better and more fulfilling to die than to follow a delusional tyrant - Modernism. And their earlier way has endured for millennia - sustainable, honourable, not prohibiting the body which is a part of every-day life; these people do not value longevity as much as a life well lived, and within which they experience intense personal bonds with those they love and who love them. We, on the other hand, want Outcome through our impersonal techniques which we are neurotically obsessed about. If those outcomes don't work, we obsess about finding new techniques to get a narrow set of outcomes! This is the very definition of illness.
 
4.) A belief that the machine of Technology, not only technique in a broader sense, can achieve and fulfill every human desire and whim, and shorten the time/space-span between a desire and that desire's fulfillment. This is nothing more and less than the One Ring; in all its power to do great good for us (give us the quick-gratification 'good life'), we are too weak to wield it. So we abuse it. We use technology to do more base things than beautiful things. And we cancel out the ugly hard step-by-step work involved in making your own domestic house by hiring outside experts, warehousing for expensive pre-made artificial materials, and trying to get something done as quickly and affordably as possible within our budget instead of making an artesan house worthy of any museum which we could own and enjoy for a few thousand dollars on a bit of land which humans ought to be entrusted to culturize and preserve without laying waste..... In any case, this same principle applies to many things - even to things like bookshelves or microwaves. The more the labour is micro-divided up, turned into mass factory labour, the more wretched and meaningless and joyless is the labour for the people involved in too-tiny steps of the process. The knife is replaced by an automatic saw or can-opener; the fire is replaced by electricity in wires; the walking stick is replaced by some monstrosity of a thing called a wheelchair. All this leads to less life-fulfillment, less autonomy, less pleasureable WORK. And so it also leads to Overspecialization, another key component of Modernism.
 
5.) Specialization promoted over Generalists or Renaissance skills. Fatal. Leads not to well-balanced life or contentment. And humans, in their quest to make big money to buy their way into all the things they now don't get to enjoy making themselves, are often forced to become lopsided specialists and take on unfulfilling kinds of work in their desire to make ends meet, especially now that we are in the post-Empire phase since the 1970s. The basic labourers have been earning less and less ever since the 1970s when the economic prosperity stopped trickling down to everyone and remains now in the hands of the few while that few's own resources dwindle and their own positions become ever more frail and meaningless.
 
6.) Futurism. The Future (whatever this means and whenvever this comes) is always always  more important than any achievement or peron or personal presence or delight or relic of the Past; it is also more important than the Present. That is core and tantamount to Modernism. Modernists are fascinated by but terrified of the Past - terrified of both its brutalities and its beauties. As an exchange, Moderns choose Control, within which no true Art can flourish. Modernists have long been too cowardly to actually state in concrete terms what this far-off futuristic Goal actually is. They have not only not arrived at this never-never point, they are further away than ever from achieving even the basic things that early Modernists achieved by the late 1800s - a few Utopian communities, short-lived but at least some of them spread by human will to hold-out personal places like Berlin, the Greek islands, Cuba, South America, or Alpine Switzerland/Austria and they all sorta worked since they were small in scale.
 
7.) Strong efforts to malign and not tolerate Supernaturalism. (Protestantism, having doffed the primal vital rituals and symbols of Catholicism, most often gets off the Modernist hook [is sheepishly tolerated], since Protestants tend to only speak about a Godhead who's a sort of Head /Social/ Scientist without real involvement in his/her own Creation.) We are, thankfully, slowly exiting this phase of myopia. The older Supernaturalism has been tolerated here and there (where it is disempowered) only because the subjects of the founders of Modernist governments refused to give up their age-old beliefs. In this case, it's not that most people ever stopped believing in supernatural powers (the Christian God, for example), and so they, so delusioned, comfort themselves that Modernism never took their God away from them. Wrong. The System that feeds, clothes and governs them is innately and intensly anti-God - and this fits in *perfectly* with a culture which stresses the *impersonal* (hence the popularity of Buddhism, Nihilism, Monism), the letter-of-the-law over the spirit-of-the-law (eugenics or profit-margin-gain care only about the letter of the law, not the spirit), and with the educational authority of Empire (where knowledge itself = 'rightness' and the right to put down minority people groups around the world living/grovelling subsistently and believing in arcane spirits of trees, stars, sun, lakes, heavens, ancestors...). Nothing new here in its outline; all other empires were inclined to persecute the Other - which in this case is anyone claiming to be a sincere Supernaturalist. There is a name for this big-headed self-delusional behaviour in the hands of Powers:  HUBRIS.
 
8.) Short-term gains and Triviality. I lob these two points in together because they are interfeeding and interdependent. There is nothing earnest about Modernity except for its being pushed through at all costs. Its *contents* is entirely trivial. That is the joke that no self-aware educated Modernist would ever want to explore or too cleanly admit, because it's built into the system. Modernist systems have entirely trivial goals - like getting their own football team to win or (more boldly) taking your wife when you lose your job, or nabbing up the forest behind your house so they can write some slogan about how 'refreshing Mountain Springs water is, bottled at the pristine source!' and barrage your internet pages or highways with blaring signs sporting the same 'truth'. It's not truth - it's Triviality. `Chew Bubbalicious Gum` is not a message that will get  you to any Paradise, either on this earth or in some next life. And the goals of such triviality infect all relationships and are *short-term.* This infects relationships and commitments. Therefore, in America, people switch states, spouses, jobs, houses, hobbies and foods as swiftly and whimsically as they switch types of pain-killers.
 
9.) Trend over Longevity. It is not the goal of Modernity to preserve anything it tries along the way to get what it thinks it wants. It is only the goal of Modernity to preserve *itself* and to sell its image in order to spread that ultimately material symbol of its image at home and abroad. It is therefore quite unable to fulfill its own goals, since it is unable to preach its own ideology at home or abroad. It does NOT know what it wants, only what it does NOT want. It is a reactionary movement, and a short-lived one, based on nothing of substance. It is the most short-lived ideology the world has ever seen or likely will ever see. It doesn't work. It does create great social sickness, and that is its own judgment.

10.) No remorse. To mourn or show sorriness is to be 'weak.' There is never apology. Never tears. This shows a hardness and falseness above all things. In this, they are more anti-Judeo-Christian than any people who've ever walked the earth. Where are the tears? Where is the remorse? There are none. I wait for that day. When I see tears, then I know there is hope for us here again.
 
All these aspects of Modernism, epitomized in the American experiment, work toward intense and accelerated social decay. They create nutrition-less soil underneath the social decay in America and explain why its own populace is fairly blind to it. America, along with a few gung-ho Asian countries, is experiencing this form of rot faster than any other people-group on the planet. It doesn't mean we are 'worse off' in every way, shape and form than other peoples. Not at all. In this lies all the deception..... We comfort ourselves in our 'blessings':  Pure dreaming escapism and avoidance. And avoidant, un-listening, with no attention span and NO REMORSE/MOURNING is what most Americans reading these paragraphs tend to be. If you are free, break the bonds of blindness, distrust, impersonality and pride. Mourn you, Mourn I as well; love the wider world.
 
None of this outline of Modernism has anything to do with underestimating all the 'horrible awful wicked' things humans do in any society, any time, under any kind of ideology. Humans have always done those things. I'm not talking about those things. In fact, true Modernists like to think that they are wiping those things off the face of the planet..... Greater naivite you will not find, in so far as they comfort themselves that 'we alone are not wicked'! They commit a far-worse hubris than the usual human evil in that they NEVER APOLOGISE, never mourn, never show remorse. No American President has shown remorse or apologised since I don't know when. This is Empire-Modernist blindness. Especially because it is mostly unintentional and unaware. This obliviousness does not excuse it.

Saturday, 3 October 2015

I sang
I sang
of Mango Pie
of sanguine tango Mango Pie
of tangy Peach of Paradise
of Banging Fruit and Punching Slice
In its flesh I bit my fang
My fang
My fang
My Adam mouth it did entice
Hamdy skinned and Hamdy scooped
Hamdy baked it orange and yellow
the Torta of Mango
- this Kassem fellow -
in Ovens of Eden
on tongues to hang O!
Bells rang
Bells rang
The chimes all sang in Heaven highest
for Mango baked with Kassem's bias!
[A poem written in memory of Hamdy Kassem's creation.]

I pulped the pomegranates
seeded the juice
popped the palates
like pomegrenades

Needy knees need kneading

Monday, 28 September 2015

Box Fetish Kent

A poem written by a Welsh friend in honour of my buddy, K.C., stuck with an Amazon seller charging him shipping *six times* for six separate items shipped in *one box.* K.C. said he'd have seller send future items in separate boxes to addresses all over town just to make a point. After being asked whether he had a box fetish, he adopted the amazon handle, boxfetish.


Box Fetish Kent found his money all went
on one cardboard secure for
The things he had sent.
So he had them boxed single
Upped his game on the cost
Now he's never looked back at the money he lost,
For he's earned well a name he now uses with pride -
But is it for the box or what jingles inside?
What jingles inside?
What jingles inside?
Well, some things are private (I'll let you decide).
No matter, no worries
True fetish for sure
No matter, no worries
True fetish...
No cure!
~V.P-C., Ceredigion, Wales