The Potency Of God
4-17-06 She Said
Monday on The Island a cold air coming inside the eyes & ears. The blood listening. The women all indifferent. Ears & eyes & skin wide open. Adrift for answers. To what questions is anybody's guess. Sex is always part of the larger picture & sometimes is The Picture itself. The laughter is always a veil for the deeper sorrow of yesterday or last week or last year---a veil for the individual tragic history. There is no escaping tragedy by money or power or fame or television or the noise of bought propaganda. Though many try to buy significance. The last death was not as magnificent as the first. Of course the second wasn't as splendid as the first either. True Love is rare if ever. I see most of these people have never experienced it & when they meet me especially older women they grab hold of whatever they can get their claws on. They are after The Big Love. In this they are absolutely correct. There is no other love worth getting out of bed for. And True Love is not a thing one can discover in the market place. Though hundreds of millions try to manufacture & sell it there. They are all suffering from the after-effects of The Delusion. A heady disease not easily cured let alone diagnosed. How can you diagnose as a sickness that which you consider The Reason for all human Comfort & Safety?
Yes, I am much impressed with T.S. Eliot in retrospect. His withdrawal into the monastery to prevent the leeches from attacking his epidermis. And not impressed with the present generation who calls themselves poets or actors. They have nothing to say to me. They lie, said Nietzsche all those years ago. That was before The Big Lie of Hollywood. What do the women have to say to me? That of course depends on the individual instance. Lately nothing of value or pristine beauty. Nothing that shakes me out of my coma. Nothing penetrating. Love is in the grave. And Easter did not cause any Resurrections. Of that you can be sure. This is only Monday----- Just Another Manic Monday, as the lady sang compellingly. This cup too will pass, said Jesus, who knew something about manic mondays. But the Name should not be confused with that used by the present famous World religion, Christianity. That was something completely developed by desperate political animals with ulterior motives designed to deceive & defraud the public. Pass goal & collect 200 dollars & don't look back like Lot's wife & Orpheus did. The Future is in front of you not behind you. Why is that so difficult to understand? I think it's because of all those old wives tales about "mother's cooking" & such. Look back & try to imitate the best. But The Best is always in front of you & within you---never behind or deriving from some other source. There is no Promise that I know of guaranteeing you will see True Love again if you have ever Seen Her in the first place. It is very much like God. The gods stop visiting Earth apparently because humankind was so tedious & so comatose. Corrupt of course. So with true Love. She got bored with us. She couldn't stand The Tedium. So She returned to Her Web of Silence & Solitude. Can you blame Her? She needed to feel the Unadulterated Passion. She needed the fire of Eros itself. And you thought it was Her Business to feed you. I understand perfectly your divine & mortal confusion. It comes from The Absence. The very Source of The Nightmare of Emptiness & Banality. You have to Create it yourself ex nihilo.
RLG copyright 2006
Monday on The Island a cold air coming inside the eyes & ears. The blood listening. The women all indifferent. Ears & eyes & skin wide open. Adrift for answers. To what questions is anybody's guess. Sex is always part of the larger picture & sometimes is The Picture itself. The laughter is always a veil for the deeper sorrow of yesterday or last week or last year---a veil for the individual tragic history. There is no escaping tragedy by money or power or fame or television or the noise of bought propaganda. Though many try to buy significance. The last death was not as magnificent as the first. Of course the second wasn't as splendid as the first either. True Love is rare if ever. I see most of these people have never experienced it & when they meet me especially older women they grab hold of whatever they can get their claws on. They are after The Big Love. In this they are absolutely correct. There is no other love worth getting out of bed for. And True Love is not a thing one can discover in the market place. Though hundreds of millions try to manufacture & sell it there. They are all suffering from the after-effects of The Delusion. A heady disease not easily cured let alone diagnosed. How can you diagnose as a sickness that which you consider The Reason for all human Comfort & Safety?
Yes, I am much impressed with T.S. Eliot in retrospect. His withdrawal into the monastery to prevent the leeches from attacking his epidermis. And not impressed with the present generation who calls themselves poets or actors. They have nothing to say to me. They lie, said Nietzsche all those years ago. That was before The Big Lie of Hollywood. What do the women have to say to me? That of course depends on the individual instance. Lately nothing of value or pristine beauty. Nothing that shakes me out of my coma. Nothing penetrating. Love is in the grave. And Easter did not cause any Resurrections. Of that you can be sure. This is only Monday----- Just Another Manic Monday, as the lady sang compellingly. This cup too will pass, said Jesus, who knew something about manic mondays. But the Name should not be confused with that used by the present famous World religion, Christianity. That was something completely developed by desperate political animals with ulterior motives designed to deceive & defraud the public. Pass goal & collect 200 dollars & don't look back like Lot's wife & Orpheus did. The Future is in front of you not behind you. Why is that so difficult to understand? I think it's because of all those old wives tales about "mother's cooking" & such. Look back & try to imitate the best. But The Best is always in front of you & within you---never behind or deriving from some other source. There is no Promise that I know of guaranteeing you will see True Love again if you have ever Seen Her in the first place. It is very much like God. The gods stop visiting Earth apparently because humankind was so tedious & so comatose. Corrupt of course. So with true Love. She got bored with us. She couldn't stand The Tedium. So She returned to Her Web of Silence & Solitude. Can you blame Her? She needed to feel the Unadulterated Passion. She needed the fire of Eros itself. And you thought it was Her Business to feed you. I understand perfectly your divine & mortal confusion. It comes from The Absence. The very Source of The Nightmare of Emptiness & Banality. You have to Create it yourself ex nihilo.
RLG copyright 2006
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