To die
To sleep
To sleep
Perchance to dream
Aye, there’s the rub
For in that sleep of death
What dreams may come
What if the light
Were actually darkness
And the darkness
Light?
Say God were sleeping
And sleeping
dreamt
A dream
Or say that God were sleeping
And one of his children made a mischief
Say God and his Asherah
Dream together
And while they dream
Entwined
One child were to play
Perhaps
A dark game?
The Squire of Gothos writ large
Say the wind
That blows across the Dark Plain
Lifts now this grain of sand
And then
That grain of sand
Sends it in saltation
Randomly striking
Now this grain
Then that
Shall then not a pattern arise
And from the random dance
Order appear
How odd
How futile is the Darkness
How pointless the Light
Friday, July 10, 2020
Death has its own smell
Death has its own smell
Once experienced never forgotten
Putrescine
Cadaverine
Apt names
How long do you think?
Long enough to start stinking.
Given the heat that wouldn’t be too long.
Yeah, maybe not even a day.
Not more that three. But that’s just a guess.
You see the Cat?
No
Maybe he beat us to this one?
I don’t think so
Why’s that?
No finger or handprint that I can see.
Huh. Right. I forgot. Unless it’s somewhere we can’t see?
I don’ t know, so far it’s always been on the left side of the face.
So we know he’s right handed
Most likely.
Huh.
The Coroner will tell us if there are marks anywhere else.
What the fuck is this guy after?
Wish I knew.
Once experienced never forgotten
Putrescine
Cadaverine
Apt names
How long do you think?
Long enough to start stinking.
Given the heat that wouldn’t be too long.
Yeah, maybe not even a day.
Not more that three. But that’s just a guess.
You see the Cat?
No
Maybe he beat us to this one?
I don’t think so
Why’s that?
No finger or handprint that I can see.
Huh. Right. I forgot. Unless it’s somewhere we can’t see?
I don’ t know, so far it’s always been on the left side of the face.
So we know he’s right handed
Most likely.
Huh.
The Coroner will tell us if there are marks anywhere else.
What the fuck is this guy after?
Wish I knew.
Saturday, May 23, 2020
Twelve
“Wada ya know?”
“Not much.”
“Same. I’ll tell ya something.”
“What?”
“We got a serial killer here.”
“Yeah.”
“A really fucked up serial killer.”
“No shit. They’re all fucked up. But this one ….”
“Ya know. It ain’t unusual for a killer to collect souvenirs from victims….”
“I know, but eyes?”
“Yeah. That's really fucked up”
“The M.E. can’t figure how he does it.”
“What was it, looks like cautery?”
“Yeah.”
“This guy is getting to me.”
“No shit. Welcome to the club.”
“I mean I’m having dreams about this shit.”
“You might wanna talk to the Shrink.”
“I don’t know, I might.”
“I had this dream that there were twelve people who… who…”
“Yeah? Twelve who what?”
“I don’t know. I keep waking up.”
“Huh. Twelve right?”
”Yeah. Twelve, somehow the number twelve’s very important.”
“Twelve?”
“Twelve.”
“Not much.”
“Same. I’ll tell ya something.”
“What?”
“We got a serial killer here.”
“Yeah.”
“A really fucked up serial killer.”
“No shit. They’re all fucked up. But this one ….”
“Ya know. It ain’t unusual for a killer to collect souvenirs from victims….”
“I know, but eyes?”
“Yeah. That's really fucked up”
“The M.E. can’t figure how he does it.”
“What was it, looks like cautery?”
“Yeah.”
“This guy is getting to me.”
“No shit. Welcome to the club.”
“I mean I’m having dreams about this shit.”
“You might wanna talk to the Shrink.”
“I don’t know, I might.”
“I had this dream that there were twelve people who… who…”
“Yeah? Twelve who what?”
“I don’t know. I keep waking up.”
“Huh. Twelve right?”
”Yeah. Twelve, somehow the number twelve’s very important.”
“Twelve?”
“Twelve.”
Adversary
The lightning struck tower
The lightning struck tower
Bodies falling like leaves
From Autumn ripened trees
From parapets
From ledges
From crenels
From merlons
Stone on stone
The Ashlar stones so beautiful
Beneath the morning sun
Carved from the bones of the earth
There shall be no iron tools used
To shape The Temple
Nor shall the sound of iron tools
Be heard within the boundary of
The City of God.
How odd that I
The Servant of God
Should somehow become
The Enemy thereof
Oh Man
Oh Folly
Tis the same thing
Would that you could listen
Still your wagging tongue
For but one moment
SHUT UP
And listen
But no
One who knows
Can split stone with water
and wood
Think on that
The lightning struck tower
Bodies falling like leaves
From Autumn ripened trees
From parapets
From ledges
From crenels
From merlons
Stone on stone
The Ashlar stones so beautiful
Beneath the morning sun
Carved from the bones of the earth
There shall be no iron tools used
To shape The Temple
Nor shall the sound of iron tools
Be heard within the boundary of
The City of God.
How odd that I
The Servant of God
Should somehow become
The Enemy thereof
Oh Man
Oh Folly
Tis the same thing
Would that you could listen
Still your wagging tongue
For but one moment
SHUT UP
And listen
But no
One who knows
Can split stone with water
and wood
Think on that
Tuesday, May 19, 2020
Theodicy
Ancient
Aged
The sky sepia
The wind thin, cutting,
blowing through
Instead of around
Oh time
There on the Great Bridge
The Dark City spreads before them
Empty streets
Empty buildings
Empty windows
Empty eyes
Watching
Somewhere out there
is The Street of Books
The Great Library
The Keeper of The Key
Behind blind panes
Pains
Shelf upon shelf
Row upon row
Spine after spine
Folio
Duo
Quarto
Octavo
Dry and dusty
Like the Great City
The Wind
The Darkness
Her eyes are flaming
When she speaks
Her breath glows like embers
Flying
Sparks from the fire
Of the house where Eldest sleeps
“Who is Anti Christ?”
“Who is not?”
The wind sighs and whispers about them
The Bridge
The City
There is the sound of great hammers pounding
Upon heavy anvils
Far away
Far below
Forging the links of the endless chain
The binding
“There is a problem when you have but one god, who is all good.”
“What is that?”
“The need for a Theodicy.”
“Theodicy?”
“If god is all good, how do you explain evil.”
“Free will.”
“Doesn’t work. No matter what you do, all evil returns to gods door, ultimately god must be responsible.”
“And?”
“In dualist thought there is no need for a theodicy.”
“Dualist?”
“A system where there are two opposed forces, good, and evil.”
“Separate?”
“Yes.”
“So god can be all good. Not responsible for the evil in the world.”
“Yes.”
“And The Other?”
“Is solely responsible for evil.’
“People can choose freely?”
“Yes.”
Her cloak moves in the wind
like the wings of a raptor
circling high
Eyes of flame
watching the ground below
for any sign of prey.
She closes her eyes
slowly
Turns her head
Opens them again
To gaze directly into his eyes
Her words float like embers
On the dark wind.
“Then there can be no certainty that good will win.”
"Yes."
Aged
The sky sepia
The wind thin, cutting,
blowing through
Instead of around
Oh time
There on the Great Bridge
The Dark City spreads before them
Empty streets
Empty buildings
Empty windows
Empty eyes
Watching
Somewhere out there
is The Street of Books
The Great Library
The Keeper of The Key
Behind blind panes
Pains
Shelf upon shelf
Row upon row
Spine after spine
Folio
Duo
Quarto
Octavo
Dry and dusty
Like the Great City
The Wind
The Darkness
Her eyes are flaming
When she speaks
Her breath glows like embers
Flying
Sparks from the fire
Of the house where Eldest sleeps
“Who is Anti Christ?”
“Who is not?”
The wind sighs and whispers about them
The Bridge
The City
There is the sound of great hammers pounding
Upon heavy anvils
Far away
Far below
Forging the links of the endless chain
The binding
“There is a problem when you have but one god, who is all good.”
“What is that?”
“The need for a Theodicy.”
“Theodicy?”
“If god is all good, how do you explain evil.”
“Free will.”
“Doesn’t work. No matter what you do, all evil returns to gods door, ultimately god must be responsible.”
“And?”
“In dualist thought there is no need for a theodicy.”
“Dualist?”
“A system where there are two opposed forces, good, and evil.”
“Separate?”
“Yes.”
“So god can be all good. Not responsible for the evil in the world.”
“Yes.”
“And The Other?”
“Is solely responsible for evil.’
“People can choose freely?”
“Yes.”
Her cloak moves in the wind
like the wings of a raptor
circling high
Eyes of flame
watching the ground below
for any sign of prey.
She closes her eyes
slowly
Turns her head
Opens them again
To gaze directly into his eyes
Her words float like embers
On the dark wind.
“Then there can be no certainty that good will win.”
"Yes."
Wednesday, May 6, 2020
Legion
Our name is Legion
for we are many
Spinning like a top
or the world
running down
Down
Down
Radiating away
all our goodness
Shining in the dark
Beneath The Temple
is a chamber walled with lead
Within which dwells
The Raging Darkness
Bound by chains of word
Spells If you will
Incantations
Enchantments
Chains wrought of air
and thought
Brehmstrahlung
When we move curving
towards the good
We radiate into The Darkness
Giving our light
to the Abyss
She is the Great Sea
She is the water of life
She is waves breaking
on the cliffs of death
Granite rocks
Black basalt
Dikes and sills
In the crack
An Iris blooms
Let us say
She was torn asunder
And from her was made
All that is
From whom was made
All that is not?
If you drive us from here
Will we not move there?
If we are driven from there
Will we not return here?
Truly
What is made
Cannot be unmade
What is done
Cannot be undone
The world is not a bed
Nor dirty dishes
To lather rinse repeat
Our name is Legion
For we are many.
for we are many
Spinning like a top
or the world
running down
Down
Down
Radiating away
all our goodness
Shining in the dark
Beneath The Temple
is a chamber walled with lead
Within which dwells
The Raging Darkness
Bound by chains of word
Spells If you will
Incantations
Enchantments
Chains wrought of air
and thought
Brehmstrahlung
When we move curving
towards the good
We radiate into The Darkness
Giving our light
to the Abyss
She is the Great Sea
She is the water of life
She is waves breaking
on the cliffs of death
Granite rocks
Black basalt
Dikes and sills
In the crack
An Iris blooms
Let us say
She was torn asunder
And from her was made
All that is
From whom was made
All that is not?
If you drive us from here
Will we not move there?
If we are driven from there
Will we not return here?
Truly
What is made
Cannot be unmade
What is done
Cannot be undone
The world is not a bed
Nor dirty dishes
To lather rinse repeat
Our name is Legion
For we are many.
Tuesday, August 27, 2019
Jerusalem
In the eternal twilight, looking out across The Dark City, the ceaseless voice of The Wind of Emptiness rolls across the Eternal Plain.
What is it about Jerusalem?
Jerusalem?
Jerusalem.
What about it?
What good comes from there?
I don't understand.
What good comes from there? What good has ever come from Jerusalem? It's as if the City itself drives men mad. Thousands of years of fighting over that damn Temple on the Rock.
It's a Holy Place.
What the hell does that mean? It was where animals were slaughtered as offerings to YHWH. Blood poured out, spattered on the horns of the Altar. Blood and burnt fat.
YHWH loves his blood and burned fat... Haven't you ever thought about it? How Jerusalem must have smelled? Burning flesh, all day and night? And what about all the blood? There's a lot of blood in an Ox, or a Sheep, a Lamb. Where did all the blood go?
Silence
I don't get it.
Why did the Babylonians destroy the Temple, the Romans... What was it about the Temple? Did they fear the Temple? or did they not understand the Temple?
I don't know. From a political point of view it would destroy a sense of national identity. and that makes sense. But if they didn't understand the purpose of the Temple, I mean the Romans tried to... manage... the Temple, to control whatever it was about the Temple that seemed to make the Jews so difficult to deal with.
And they failed.
Yes, failed totally, diaspora and destruction of the Temple was their final solution because they didn't know what they were doing. And because the thing is still there...
What thing, what the hell are you talking about?
Hell... Yes... that's it exactly. Here we are, 2,000 years later, 2,000 fucking years, fighting over this rock, wanting to rebuild the Temple. Hoping, believing, that if they build a New Temple YHWH will finally keep his promises. But maybe that's not it at all.
People claiming religions of peace ready and able to slaughter each other for... over this... this... what is it about Jerusalem? It's as if some dark force was captured there, and has infected the entire world.
Wind and Dust
Sometimes I wonder...
Yes?
What if the Jews were, I don't know, Jailers? Keepers?
What?
What if they were protecting us. All of us? What if they had captured... something. Found a way to bottle it up. Keep it occupied. Prevent it from doing what it wanted to do. Trapped it in the Ark. What if, Moses and Aaron caught it, there in Egypt, and took it somewhere they thought would be safe? Away from where most people lived.
I think you have finally lost it.
No. Hear me out. Why is the Temple where it is? Why is the shape so important? Why be so obsessed with who and what is permitted inside the perimeter? What if ONLY the High Priest knew what it was really all about? And he could only pass that knowledge on to someone with the right training, the right bloodline?
I still don't understand why...
Control. As long as the Temple stands and the perimeter is guarded they could control it. The sacrifices, the Gates, it was all designed to keep YHWH occupied, to keep him IN.
Hence all the fighting over who had the right to be a, to be the High Priest?
Exactly
And why several factions wanted to city to be inhabited solely by Priests?
Yes.
And when the Romans appointed the High Priests for political purposes?
Yes
It fucked everything up
Yes. They had NO IDEA what they were doing.
And then the War and the siege and destruction of Jerusalem....
They may have killed the only man who KNEW. I don't think YHWH could... can... escape... but he could, can... his thoughts can spread....
So why...
Do the Jews suffer so much?
Revenge.
What is it about Jerusalem?
Jerusalem?
Jerusalem.
What about it?
What good comes from there?
I don't understand.
What good comes from there? What good has ever come from Jerusalem? It's as if the City itself drives men mad. Thousands of years of fighting over that damn Temple on the Rock.
It's a Holy Place.
What the hell does that mean? It was where animals were slaughtered as offerings to YHWH. Blood poured out, spattered on the horns of the Altar. Blood and burnt fat.
YHWH loves his blood and burned fat... Haven't you ever thought about it? How Jerusalem must have smelled? Burning flesh, all day and night? And what about all the blood? There's a lot of blood in an Ox, or a Sheep, a Lamb. Where did all the blood go?
Silence
I don't get it.
Why did the Babylonians destroy the Temple, the Romans... What was it about the Temple? Did they fear the Temple? or did they not understand the Temple?
I don't know. From a political point of view it would destroy a sense of national identity. and that makes sense. But if they didn't understand the purpose of the Temple, I mean the Romans tried to... manage... the Temple, to control whatever it was about the Temple that seemed to make the Jews so difficult to deal with.
And they failed.
Yes, failed totally, diaspora and destruction of the Temple was their final solution because they didn't know what they were doing. And because the thing is still there...
What thing, what the hell are you talking about?
Hell... Yes... that's it exactly. Here we are, 2,000 years later, 2,000 fucking years, fighting over this rock, wanting to rebuild the Temple. Hoping, believing, that if they build a New Temple YHWH will finally keep his promises. But maybe that's not it at all.
People claiming religions of peace ready and able to slaughter each other for... over this... this... what is it about Jerusalem? It's as if some dark force was captured there, and has infected the entire world.
Wind and Dust
Sometimes I wonder...
Yes?
What if the Jews were, I don't know, Jailers? Keepers?
What?
What if they were protecting us. All of us? What if they had captured... something. Found a way to bottle it up. Keep it occupied. Prevent it from doing what it wanted to do. Trapped it in the Ark. What if, Moses and Aaron caught it, there in Egypt, and took it somewhere they thought would be safe? Away from where most people lived.
I think you have finally lost it.
No. Hear me out. Why is the Temple where it is? Why is the shape so important? Why be so obsessed with who and what is permitted inside the perimeter? What if ONLY the High Priest knew what it was really all about? And he could only pass that knowledge on to someone with the right training, the right bloodline?
I still don't understand why...
Control. As long as the Temple stands and the perimeter is guarded they could control it. The sacrifices, the Gates, it was all designed to keep YHWH occupied, to keep him IN.
Hence all the fighting over who had the right to be a, to be the High Priest?
Exactly
And why several factions wanted to city to be inhabited solely by Priests?
Yes.
And when the Romans appointed the High Priests for political purposes?
Yes
It fucked everything up
Yes. They had NO IDEA what they were doing.
And then the War and the siege and destruction of Jerusalem....
They may have killed the only man who KNEW. I don't think YHWH could... can... escape... but he could, can... his thoughts can spread....
So why...
Do the Jews suffer so much?
Revenge.
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