Of Our Lot Beyond The Gates Of Eden / A Family
Epic
By © Anton Vendamenc, 2019
F
Our lot
BEYOND THE Gates of Eden
A poem By © Anton Vendamenč, 2019
CONTENT
Introduction 1 Once Upon A Time
Introduction 2 Of Tarot and Pareidolia
1. How It began
2. The Story of Grandmother
3. The Story of Grandfather
4. Story of Father
5. A Few Pithies
6. With Wishing Wand in Hand
7. Loop de Loop
8. In Remembtance of Sergey
9. Livonia’s Cubists Wonderland
10. A Kebab of lamb
11. Stalled On A Ladder
12. The Shadow Survives Its Object
The addressrs of the links sometimes change or are removed. The Poet suggests that the reader views as many LINKS as possible, because these flesh out the
poem as time fleshes out the events.
In times past poets evoked emotion
by summoning images from Nature. The better such example comes from the German
poet Goethe and his poem “ Kennst du das Land https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZMe22tHvG4c ” (Do you know the land Where the lemons bloom? )
Today such bonds have vanished and have been replaced with the sensitivities of
a gentrified urban class which is out of touch with Nature in extremis. The shift away from wood and field (which were
identified with romanticism https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2nxGPiD6DSA ) happened as if unexpectedly; and its urban successor became known as
‘confessional’ poetry’. One reason for naming the shift thusly is that with
Nature removed as reference, all that is left of one’s emotional life is that
of the bare human—undressed and nakedly sexual in nature. An active voice in
the transfer of nature to the present age was the American poet Walt Whitman https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walt_Whitman with his collection of poems called “Leaves of Grass”. Whitman was
succeeded by Robert Lowell, with “Skunk Hour” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hSlcc2b02yc in which the a skunk, leading her brood of young in a foraging expedition,
pushes her head into a sour cream container and scrapes with it the inner ear
of all who remember Wm. Bāke’s ‘The Tyger’ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QMwNvzRKX64 .
This poet’s brief
entanglement with the author of “Life Studies https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Life_Studies ” (at Boston University 1957-1958) has lingered to bring forth (2019) “Of
Life Beyonds The Gates Of Eden”.
Introduction 2—Of Tarot and Pareidolia
Association, a
mental activity that finds its location in an all around space, has been
dismissed in our ‘modern’ times as an activity subject to great suspicion. An academia based cult that goes by the name
of Atheist Church has replaced association with assertions that proper mental
activity consists of a motion that leads from cause to effect. The atheists
believe association and activities associared with (becausr not always precise)
to be superstition, by which means they expel from the mental universe most
mental activitirs of early and a majority of contemporary humans.
For early humans the inspiration
for consciousnes came from observing the night sky from a boat in the middle of
a body of water (lake Titi Kaka https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c7n87kqbqaQ in Peru, for example) or from fom venturing to walk across mountain tops.
It is from such places that the human mind arranged the heavens in zodiac signs
(imprecise flights of fancy), imagined the planets as Gods traveling the vast spaces
between https:// www.youtube.com/watch?v=3lS-4PFu0qE , and noted suggestive patterns of stars such as
Orion https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orion_(constellation) that led to stories that compared objects ‘out
there’ with human beings no further than with us ‘here’.
A
synonym of association is pareidolia or, more accurately, paradolia, re: para
(more than thenorm) + dolia (measure). Similar to the conceits of atheists,
wordsmiths working for dictionaries not only misspell and misdefine ‘paradolia’ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pareidolia , but by so doing
assign to human intelligence characteristics they deem of imbeciles.
No doubt, cause and
effect is a common and readily observable phenomenon, but to limit intelligence
to it alone is nought but evidence of having graduated from a university where
PhDs are earned by idiots or their close cousins, all responsible for having
brought current societies to functioning as ‘brain dead’ entities in a universe
that except for said phDs would be better off not born. Among the ‘brain dead’
is every ku-ku bird that lacking any parental guidance knows how to fly from
England to Africa https://www.bto.org/our-science/projects/cuckoo-tracking-project/about-project (see video) and back again. It has nothing to do with magnets in the
brain of the ku-ku, but symbiosis, which is like paradolia not logic that
creates words, language, and poetry..
Following the
‘thought’ activities of association, paradolia, and intuition activated by
symbiosiss of ku-kus, there comes the ‘cognate’, which is a word of the same
meaning in many languages. For example, the English ‘John’ is the same as the
Irish ‘ian’, the German ‘Johann’ or ‘Hans’, and Latvian ‘Jānis’, Russian
‘Ivan’, Mongolian ‘Ghengis’, and so on and on.
Right after the cognates
comes Grimm’s Law https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bmi3jq0hilY , which explains the changes in the pronunciation of consonants. Of
course, this human thought or mind process has been known from the earliest
times of writing, which began with hierogliphs and did not include vowels.
Which were left to the imagination to discover and causes academic
linguisticians to suffer a di(e)sease known as caliptosis.
Canto 1. How It Began
irst
A reminder
Of the story
Of the rape of
Europa
By governments
of
Parasites which
Robbed
humankind
Of its Kings
And Gods
econd
a definition
Of ‘FUCK’
As in
Fucked-up
As if by some magic
By curiosities
Out of cyberspace
Then discarded
As mere meat
Or fat
Or carion
Or peasants-pagans
For a sentimental and
Touristy bachanale for
Once the Gods
Of air
‘Fucked-up’
Is a phrase
Used
To describe
The useless
And superfluous
(Orphans
Children
Peasants
And other deplorables)
No ‘city-zen’ knows
What to do with
All the same
It is an Expression
Of a stuborn
Sovereign
And resilient
„I am”.
was fucked-up for
The second
Mental time
So to speak
By my desperate
And
by war
Become
hysterical
Mother
Re:
When our house
Was torn from under
Us
And she
A woman
(Kept by my father)
Well fricasseed
And minced
For to bear Poet
God and God
Who knows who
Else
Three by war
Bedazzled children
Re:
Live horror
Was born
Of careless love
As a mouse
(By some cat)
Was delivered
To the door of
History
—Ever ready
Fake and
Forgetful
Mother too
Was fucked-up
By a
Latvian surveyor
Who met her mother
(already fucked-up
With two children
By her
Bashkortostani unkle)
While working
For the
Trans-Siberian Railroad
In Ufa
Bashkortostan
Russia Russia Russia
No less frivolous
Than father
Mother grew up
Knowing nothing
She could tell
Her children
About herself or
About their father
Who
In times to come
became persona non
grata
One without a birthday
Or a past
Worth mentioning
Which (perhaps)
Is why
She had few regrets
When the Poet
Became witness
To her in the hay
With a leutnant
Of a Wehrmacht
Post Office troop
Who of some
Priviledged
Gherman family
Was seeking to escape
the malodorous winds
Of war and slaughter
As desperately
She was
It was a lively time:
The only escape
From being shot
Or hung
By globe trotting
Christian governments
Was to fuck and
Mistake war for
An opportunity
To make love
Who am I
A Poet
To say ”no”?
Ever ready
Women
(Brains dashed
And turned to meat)
Willingly fucked
Every fucker
Come their way
Love became
More honorable
Among dogs:
A thousand years
Of Luddy*
*Luddy https://www.history.com/news/who-were-the-luddites --an old name that has been replaced by the word ‘people’. It was last used in the English speaking world when so-called Luddites (1811+) took on the English Lords and nouveau riche. The word remains in use in the german language as ‘Leute’, in Russian as ‘liudi’ (люди), in Latvian as ‘ļaudis’ (lyaudis), and remains imbedded in such names as Lewis, Ludwig, Ludis, even in place names such as London (Londinium), Luzon, etc. Robin Ludd (a symbolic name for the last of England’s people of the wood) had his last name changed to ‘Hood’, meaning thief. Not surprisingly Robin dies at the hand of fake Christians https://www.awesomestories.com/asset/view/Robin-Hood-Death-at-the-Priory-Gatehouse .
Wedding customs
Were blown away
For a fuck
Rather than
Cock and pussy meet
Under a common blanket
The Luddies
(Their heads chewed off
By cats of war)
Claimed (rudely)
Making love was like
”Tearing skin
Off the wire”
The skin or cap
Of dick
Or slitoris
Became an instrument
That bruises
Sexts
Masturbates
Blesses
And skunks with porn
An entire millenium
And more
Fortunately
Fritz’s and Manya’s
Need for love
Fucked-up
No children
Only bruising memories
That was
About 1944
Seventy-five years
ago
Toward the end
of
WW2
The officer was young
Mother was young
I was a boy who had
Already
Read Dante but
Who did not yet
Understand
What he saw
Life in the
countryside
Herding cows
And sheep had
Kept him naive:
Standing in warm cow pie
In a frost covered medow
Warming bare feet
Was his idea
Of reality
At that time
I believed
Father was still alive
And would
Return from
Astrahan
Or Whereever
I screamed
For him
Tantrums of prayers
When alone
Even today
No witless
Latvian author’s
Need for notoriety
Is insulting enough
To keep me from
Cursing the cunt
Until it is dead.*
One of the library’s most trashy posessions is a book,
sponsored by Latvia’s Culture Fund, called Mīla
(Love), the sole purpose of which book is to trash the history of Latvia. As
per literary critic (Jānis Zālītis), see link https://www.apollo.lv/4761630/mila-benjamina-kada-vina-bija ”the amount of research done by the
book’s author is its most significant value” (”...milzīgais pētniecības darbs
ir nozīmīgākā romāna vērtība....”). Yet the book’s author claims to be a
’channeler’ https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/channeler of ghosts rather than history. That is of course exactly how
the regime of PPPLV presents the state it claims to be leading—as a ghost. Given
the loss of community and pride: What else is there to claim and channel, but a
hole in the head instead of ears?!
The critic Zalitis also finds credible the ‘channeler’s’
escription of how her subject came to her wealth: by going with the Poets
father in 1915-16 to a Russian bank, which then loaned her several million
rubles, which never needed to be returned. Re: “Pie naudas viņa tika
1915., 1916. gadā – Pasaules kara laikā, vēl pirms revolūcijas. Viņa kopā ar
«Jaunāko Ziņu» redaktoru, Antona dēlu Jāni Benjamiņu brauca uz Krieviju pēc
aizņēmuma bankā un dabūja to, vairākus miljonus rubļu. Kad sākās pēckara
sajukums, nebija vairs Cariskās Krievijas bankas, kam naudu atdot.” So much for level
of Latvian literary critics.
It was a time
In the
Poet’s life
when no
Boy’s father
Could have
Fucked him up
Without forethought
I could not imagine
Myself
Or the Latvian
community
(With its post
Soviet
Columns of
quisling
Politicians)
A joke
The lark was
(It ever flies
up)
Father was
Already dead
Of a bullet
on the 13th of April, 1942
No doubt
Pants dripping
shit
Compliments of
Diarreah
Brought to deck
in buckets
Which with
One swoop
Dumped the shit
Of Stalin’s acursed
Into the Volga
Then drew drink
To slake the
thirst
Of fucked-up
Bloody tourists
Destined
By the KGB
To board
Astrakhan’s
Little Kremlin
Synchronicity contrived
That neither
Father nor I
Knew
That in ‘man-made’
Beyond Eden
Heaven
Our woman
Our community
In common
Would fuck
A stranger to
(Perhaps) save
Her brood’s
Life
Which is why
This story
Of a survivor
At (by now)
Life’s over-stepped
Finish line
·
* * *
Note:
Mother’s
In desperation
Contrived love affair
In front of the
Household
(Astonished and
Left awondering)*
*The poet’s aunt Emma (the owner of the ‘Sokleni’ farm in
the Latvian countryside) was the youngest sister of the Poet’s grandmother.
Both sisters were born on the farm. Mother,
psychically concussed, let herself forget this. Her affair before the very eyes
her husband’s relatives, humiliated aunt Emma with mind numbing effect: not to scream,
she closed her mouth, ruling out the Poet ever learning the facts of her memories.
Compelled
Her Wehrmacht
lover
To make place
For her and
Her chilren
On a Wehrmacht
truck
May greater
family
Be gone
With the wind
That same evening
With
anti-aircraft shells
Exploding
Over the
Koknese
Railway station
I knew them do
(Anxious
whispers
Squared by
Cramped cries)
Whatever
They did at
The other end
Of the hay loft
Above the garage
Next to
The railway
track:
August 20, 1944
In my stead
The farm’s gelding
White neck
Shredded by a bullet
Was killed
Note:
Mother acknowledged
Her sins
On her deathbed
Telling the Poet:
”I have forgiven
God”
It took me years
To grasp
(In retrospect)
The horror
Of what had
Transpired and
Only after
I had scraped
The paint off the
Memories that hid
Grandmother’s murder
By her once
husband’s
Much facelifted
Second wife
Intrigue Galore
Of course,
The murder
(Pending exhumation and
Autopsy)
Is hearsay, but
Even so
Are scratched
Deep
By murmurings and
Muzz-muzzs
in the ears
Of a curious boy
Who like
The sheepdog
Who chased
After the truck
That took his flock
To the abattoir
Finds comfort in
Calls for
”Help!
Anyone, God
Rescue us from
Channelers of poop”
2 The Story of Grandmother
Only
the Sun knows
The
whyfors
Her
forebears had
For
sailing from Gorgan
(Or was it
Yariyahn?)
Was it to save her
From being raped
By Gengis Khan
The Great Herder
Chasing his sheep
To the Caucasus?
Her boat was not
Only the craft
That brought
goats
And sheep
To the Barge (Volga)
Delta
Where she
And other herders
Whiled
Fishing
for sturgeon
In
Astrakhan
When
she was
Kidnapped
And
barged
With
the sheep and
Crew
Back
to
Volga’s source whence
They portaged
To a river
called Virgin*
aka Jaunava-Daugava
*The reader is urged to familiarize him/ herself
with so-called Grimm’s Laws https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grimm%27s_law regarding
consonant drift. For example, in the Latvian the word ‘Daugava’, the D replaces
=J-Y (the G=N; the V=B), thus causing the word to be spelled ‘Jaunava’, which
word means Virgin in English. This and
like drifts in pronunciation have been used by rulers to confuse the public and
change historical events to their advantage. An example is the word ‘Salomon’
as in King Salomon, the latter which is derived from the Hebrew word Shalom https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shalom . Thus, King
Solomon means Peacenaker King, which strongly suggests that originally this
king was the self-sacrificial Sacred King, who is part of ancient Turkish tradition.
In the Bible, the tradition of the Sacred King is changed to that of the Wise
King https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BA-5CDqUefQ . Instead of
sacrificing Himself in order to prevent Abel and Cain from killing each other,
the Biblical Solomon proposes the sundering of a child (which is in his
authority) to prevent two women drom killing each other.
Grimm’s Law enables us to see that the
Russian name for King, ‘Tsar’, was originally pronounced ‘Sol’, and the
Carolingian dynasty was called the ‘Solominian’ dynasty.
Then through an
Ice-scoured land
Still rising
Out of the Baltic
To a country
Now called Latvia
Where they
Were took
To a Roma of
East settling
Nest of thieves
From the Netherlands
Where Helen of Troy
(or Gorgon)
was turned into
‘Fuck flesh’
Before the eyes
Of her father
then with
Body dressed
In a weighted net
Was cast
As food
For Baltic eels
Who kissied
Her
Until she became
White as death and
Was then sold
To Gherman*
Skinners
At Sheepshead
(Today
A town called Jelgava)
*’German’
or ’Gherman’ is a name with a complex history. The origin of the name is
disputed, but may be derived from the word ‘gher’, which means sheep https://www.iwto.org/history-sheep and may be related
to ‘yurt’, which is a transportable home among nomads in Central Asia. It is
likely that in later years the Ghermans moved West and occupied much of Europe.
Interestingly ‘yurt’ translates in Latvian as ‘yehrs’ (jērs) and ‘yarn’ in
English.
The
Latvian city of Jelgava may derive from a composite word, re: Jehl (according
to Grimm’s law r=l), thusly gher (or jehl)+galva = (raw + head of lamb), which may
be visualized as a skinned head of lamb crowned with a crown of (bloody) roses.
Today
the syllable ‘gher’ may also stand for fish or prawn ponds in Bangladesh https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mBvnbYgheDg. This curiosity is
in remembrance of a pen for sheep in the steppes of Central Asia https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dq4bOmxKVQQ . It may be that overgrazing
of the steppes contributed to the erosion
and desertification of Central Asia in the same manner it occurred at a later
time in Sahara and Spain. No wonder that goats and sheep are sometimes referred to as ‘irish
lawnmores’.
Which city
Lies but
30 miles south
Of Roma-Riga
When the wind
Blew north
Riga
(The leech
Of annorexed Latvia)
Stank
As only
A curse
By a Krihv*
A clubfoot
Priest of
The despised Ludds of
The Balts
Could make it stink
By pretending
To be charcoal makers
Yari-yans
(Sheep herders)
Broke
From their captors
backtracked
And went up
The CharcoalOgre River
To Where it
Intersected
the
Charcoal road
that
led to
the
ovens of
Satan’s
own Riga.*
*The reputation of Riga as home of ‘satanic’
wonders continues to this day. A potentially deadly game among schoolboys, in
which the strongest asks a smaller classmate: “Do you wish to see Riga?” If the
answer is “yes”, the stronger boy seizes the head of his classmate between his
hands and shouting: “Here comes Riga!” lifts the boy off the ground. Another
legacy of Riga is the Latvian word for ‘pity’, re: zhehlot (žēlot), which comes
by way of the Netherlands from the Spanish word ’garotte’ / zhalote https://www.alamy.com/execution-of-anarchists-to-garotte-in-jerez-de-la-frontera-1892-color-etching-image212430521.html , which was administered to ‘pagans’ at the
altars of the ‘Holy’ Roman fathers in Riga.
At the intersection
The Caspian natives
Changed
Their name
From Gorgan
To Yuryan
And hid in a nest
A Roma
In the wood
Alive with refugees
Chased there
From the
Holy city of JersikaJerusalem*
*At the beginning of the 2nd
millennium, Jersika was a kingdom in what is now Latvia. The kingdom and its
temples (for the most part sacred lots in the wood) were destroyed on or about
1209 by Bishop Alberts https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albert_of_Riga of Riga who arrived there from hambutg amd/or
Bremen. Albert’s mission was to prepare and lead the northeastern branch of the
two pronged Albigensian Crusade waged by Pope Innocent III against ArchChristians
long domiciled in their respective regions. Jersika derives its name [like
Vilseck in Bavaria (which is located at a sharp turn or ‘Ecke’ of the river Vils)]
from Gher/ Yer (lamb) + ika (corner). Incidentaly ‘Vil’ may be related to the
Balt word for wool, which is ‘vilna’ (?Vilnius), thus of ‘lamb’ and is,
therefore, ultimately related to the name of Jerusalem.
When the Poet’s forebears came to the region
of Livonia (about 1729), they found a people still living in the forest who—in
spite of being called pagans—had a receptive ear for the message of a Kingdom
led by one King John (John Baptist, Krišjānis
in Latvian).
It was here
Where
The Eternal wood
Makes museums
Unnecessary
The Yariyahns woke
To dreams about
Blueberry blossoms
Turning into
Blueberry tulips
Spilling (at last)
Charcoal and brimstone
From their flaming
cups
Like a rain
Over Riga
It was in a barn
In the wood
Singing songs to
King Jesus
That grandmother
(nee
YariYan)
Met grandfather
And
in 1892
Birthed
The Poet’s father
The second
Of a raft
Of five children
Who as an adults
Did not bring
Her joy
But fearing
Getting fucked like
His brother Karl
By syphilitic
Intrigue
Kept her
A clandestine
relation:
The elderly woman
Always
In the back row of
Family photographs
The reason why
Her grandchildren
In the front row
With Intrigue
Never got to know
her
Even so by
The grace of
Some weird (and
cruel)
Synchronicity
With the past
Father got
entangled
With Astrakhan’s
Swamps
and sands
But
not
Because
He was on
A
thousand year
Roundtrip to Iran
To
end
Grandmother’s trip
Where
it had
Begun
But to meet Death
Though
editor
Of
Latvia’s
Premier
newspaper
And aware
of
Bells
tollings
The end of
The
community
His
forebears had
Helped found
Father never
issued
A Mayday edition
Before
Intrigue
Stuffed a
pillow
Over his
and
The
newspaper’s
Face
Then as now
War and fake
Scholars
Justify genocide to
Enable erasure of
Community and
culture
With no more notice
Than water spilled
Down a toilet*
*With all adults present at the event of Latvia’s
occupation (1940) and annexation to the Soviet Union dead, the books that ought
to have been written about the event are no longer possible. Worse, any attempt
to reconstruct the events are blocked by the ongoing incorporation of the
Baltic States into the elephant tusked self-righteous maw of the European Union
(EU).
If the survival of
Latvia depends on a reassesment of the
actions of Latvian regime led by then (1940) Latvian president K. Ulmanis, it is
as dead as a vacuum before the appearance of matter out of nothing https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sv_yJ7gc0TA
. The cowardice
of government at the time must not be swept under the rug, which is being done at
this time by the current Latvian political regime in the service of an ‘legal’
entity known as The Hague .
Because
Intrigue and her dildo in government [(it is not clear whether the Prezident
was a physical or spiritual (or both)],
blocked father from exercising his will, he could only have done it by taking an existential
perspective and resorting to an act by fiat.
Unfortunately, to do so would have meant exposing his family to the same risks,
which otherwise he would be incurring for himself only. In effect, Intrigue was
using blackmail as escrow against father doing his will—for which she had fired
him (on the suggestion of Latvia’s odios interiot minister Alfreds Berzins https://www.tvnet.lv/4818170/ka-alfreds-berzins-kluva-par-spiegu ) once already.
Father’s visit with
Intrigue is mentioned by Rolands Ozols, an editor of JZ, in his book “The Story
of A Last Mohican.” The information is based on a report by Intrigue’s personal
secretary. A possible reason why Intrigue was moved to destroy father and his
family was that the second half of 1939 was a time, when she was transferring all
available cash from Latvia to foreign countries. To do so in an unemcumbered
fashion, she had already murdered (unsuspected—because beyond antone’s
imagination—at the time) her second husband and his first wife. Because the K.
Ulmanis regime had strict laws against taking money out of the country,
Intrigue could only have done so with the president’s consent. This is also the
reason why the Poet’s grandfather had practically no funds abroad.
Because father’s
family (despite its presumed wealth) was effectively imprisoned in Latvia, the Poet’s
nanny of Baltic-German extraction offered to take the Poet and his sister
(youngest brother was not yet born) with her to Germany. Father—for better or
worse—chose to leave the fate of his family in the hands of God.
Today
Intrigue
still
In service
of
Latvia’s pre-
and
post-war ‘Mafia
State’*
Has been turned
By the grace of
Latvia’s Cultural Fund
Into a Saint
With
crocodile tears
In its
eyes
The Latvian
Regime of
shame
Continues
to pass
Around its
diapers
As handkechiefs
protesting:
“I beg
your pardon
What’s
that you say?
How can you say
Guntis Ulmanis
(nephew of K. Ulmanis)
Was elected as president
Of Holy Latvia
To prevent
A PostSoviet investigation
Of K. Ulmanis’s crimes?
We never
heard
Any Latvian
Exile newspaper
(Under FBI
supervision?)
Suggest any
such
Weird thing.”
No wonder
Grandmothe’s
Great
grandchildren
(No
bookworms they)
Prefer the
book
About
Intrigue
By Latvia’s
fake
‘Culture
Fund’
And
replace deeds
With Bible
citation
Drunk
Latvians
Still
(Every
week)
are found
Drowned
In
roadside ditches
What else
is
There to
say?
Grandfather
Seized by the
Silence
Of death
May well be chasing
300 years of
Forgotten deeds
Down some history’s
Empty highway
His faith in Jesus
Gave him the will
To crown himself
And his heirs
With the skinned
Lamb’s head
Crown of roses
Who am I
To claim more?
Father left it
To me
To shake
The sieve
And discover
In its debris
Unthinkable
Second thoughts and
questions
Was it
Poison made of
The drool of
The
Devil’s smirk
That stopped
Grandmother’s heart
And ripped
The roses
Off her grandchildren’s
Heads?
Strange things happen
Fate
(Merciless ironizer)
Conspired
That Intrigue
Die
A martyr’s death
And became a Saint
To all who
Benefitted from her
Murders
No disputing
That Mephistofel
Dealt himself
A better hand
Than to
God or Faust
Irony has no pity
No one
had time
To think ‘heart
attack’
Could spell
‘Murder’
And 66 years later
A Latvian writer
A presumptuous historian
Would turn
A murderes
Into a Saint*
*A book http://www.sievietespasaule.lv/literatura/gramatu_klubins/atsauksmes_par_mila_benjamina/ by a Latvian
writer, sponsored by Latvia’s Culture Fund Kultūras Kapitāl Fonds , claims
that Intrigue enjoyed liaisons with policemen (?bondage, flagelation, BDSM?), whereby
the Poet suggests that Intrigue may have suffered from sadomasochistic
tendencies, and had suffered from sexual abuse in childhood. But why sleep with
policemen, unless it is a prostitute’s bribe for being let out of jail early?
Published in 2005, Mīla (Love) was the most widely read book in Latvia in 2006. While
the book’s author has done superficial research, there is no research into the
background of the Poet’s grandfather (Intrigue’s 2nd husband), and foregoes any
interviews—that are known of—with any of his descendants, and pretty much ignores
Latvia’s history before WW1. The result is a ‘fake job’ from cover to cover. Nevertheless,
the book was sloshed into the public arena with the support of the Cultural Fund
Valsts Kultūrkapitāla fonds of the state of Latvia.
The latter circumstance suggests that the Post-Soviet-Pop
State of Latvia has its ‘good’ reasons for sponsoring lies. For one, it reveals
the artificial nature of the post Soviet NATO propped pseudo ‘Baltic’ nation.
It also suggests that Latvia was occupied by the Sovier Union with the collaboration
of the cowardly K. Ulmanis regime.
When grandfather
Had enough of
Being humiliated by
Intrigue
Playing the role of
First Lady
Sought to divorce
her
Intrigue
A justice
Of Latvia’s Supreme
Court*
(*M. Chakste, the justice in question, was the
poet’s Godfather and the son of Latvia’s first President)
Told him:
“Sir, you are out
Of luck
You have overplayed
Your hand
“It was you who
To Mephistos
delight
played Faust
It was you who
Let yourself
Become enchanted
By Intrigue’s
Syphilitic pussy
And let
Yourself be sheared
Of your golden
fleece
“If you divorce her
You will shear the
fleece
Off the backs of
Your grandchildren
as well”
Indeed,
It took
Lawyers from
South Africa
And Canada
(See: CSC 1963 Dossier
9942)
To rescue them
From disinheritance
When Intrigue
Wanted to flee Latvia
With her gigolo
In tow and
Go live
In her Swiss
(Or was it Sudetenland?)
Villa
Naught came of
Her dream to
Become Latvia’s
Queen in exile
When the
Death threats
Of the
Communist party
Reached the Poet’s
Father
A delegation
Of editors and writers
From the newspaper
Went to warn him
Father then went
To Intrigue
Who told him:
“Get lost
I have George,
My stepson
To take care of.”
When
father responded
“But are you not
Godmother
To my son?”
Intrigue laughed
“Don’t be naïve!”
“Your mother
Would make me
(A well
Cock-reamed
Woman)
A virgin yet
For 18 more
Years
(Such
were the divorce laws of the day).
By
not giving
Lamb’s
dick
Permission
To
divorce her
“It is George
My Austrian sister’s son
Intrigue’s adopted son was born to her sister, who was
married to an Austrian actor
Who I chose
To endow with
My benefice
”George
will have
Your
son
Will
not
Your
mother
Go fuck with
Ghosts of wolves
in the wood
You still have
That piece of land
Where
On Midsummer’s Eve
(So I have heard)
John’s nightJāņu vakarā
Boys go
Count the haystacks
With ladders
Drawn up
Then stand below
And whack off
listening
To cries of ecstasy
Up top
Grandmother
Silenced
By a murder
No one dared
Imagine or believe
Sings hymns in
A choir of mutes
To the glories
Of crumbs
On the grid
On the sieve
Of her grandson’s
Memories*
*Intrigue Galore had
two sisters. Both—like herself—were involved with the world of theatre. Of the
three sisters Intrigue had made seemingly the least successful of choices, but
with her body (at 33) still in bloom, and seeking rescue from a ‘dead end’
actor husband, the deep end of the wardrobe room was the perfect place to touch
mens scrots. Pretending, she was unable to find their coat, she had men come look
for it themselves. Grandfather, a newspaper editor and budding countryside playwright,
had Intrigue fondle his scrots several times.
Grandfather
believed Intrigue could help him find an outlet for “Miglā”/In A Fog, (a How to
do-it-for-yourself play), he had written. The play proposed that by giving up
on alcohol (a plague in Latvia then and now), one could come to prosperity. The
Saint working in the wardrobe of Riga’s New Theatre (founded 1902) introduced
grandfather (in 1904 aged 33) to the powers that be in the world of Riga theatre.
J.
Rainis and his Bolshevik brother-in-law, Peter Stuchka https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/P%C4%93teris_Stu%C4%8Dka , who came
to head the Soviet Supreme Court, were part of the city-bred Zeitgeist—shared
in by Joseph St.alin—which with determination did what it could to
kill, whether Latvian or Jew, the Ludds of the wood and field.
3 The Story of Grandfather
The
Vikings
Known
byLaatvians as
Zviedri
Sviedri,
the sweats
Or
Sveriges
A
name derived
From
‘Svarihgie’
‘Svarīgie’
The
‘importants’
Failed
to
Kill
off
The spirit of the
Latvian Ludds*
*Ludd is an old’ and now discarded name for ‘people’. Robin
Hood, born (1163) Robin Ludd, was
someone the English nobles sought to eliminate from public memory. Even so,
seven centuties later, it was remembered by the Luddites https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luddite ,who were English textile workers, who rose against the
English industrialist class, which (still under the control of a power and greed
obsessed nobility) was trying to eliminte them by introducing a society
dominated by mashines (today aka Artificial Intelligence—AI). Aided by Grimm’s
Law regarding consonant pronunciation, we know the name (Ludd) remains imbedded
in words and names no longer recognized as to their origin; for example: Rude=Lude,
Lad and possibly ‘Jude’, Raddy Reddy=Luddy; in German as Leute, Ludwig, etc. The
name may also be heard in ‘lieutenant’ (from German Leutnant)—the lowest rank
of officer over the lowest ranked of humankind.
Who had survived
The carnage
Wrought by
Swedish elites
whether it was
Carnage
By slash
Burn
Then sweep
Under the rug or
Steam brain
With the
Smoke of lies
Until its as pale as
The eyes of a pregnant
14 year old
Boiled fish
The insult to
The soul of man
By the Sweds
Had been so injurious that
Few Ludds
Would leave
The wood
Even
Upon hearing
War was over*
*As the links (above) tells, the Elites of the Swedes were—as their Ghermans
cousins—masters at impoverishing the people under their control, then
persuading the needy to become traitors of their own people. The ‘forest Finns’
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Forest_Finns or ‘Forest brothers’ as the Latvians called them, impoverished
by enslavement to the Scandinavians did great damage not only to America, but
throughout Eurasia (incuding the Eastern Baltic), where they became known also
as Jewish loggers, Latvian raftsmen https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UkvmYqx60xI , et al. Once the forests had been slashed and stripped off
the land, the slashers were turned into peasants who leached the soil by
proclaiming grain to be gold (...”for amber waves of grain” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=URbYAaAK9OQ ) and with sentimental fervor began to build gleaming, but ultimately sterile
and destructive, ”alabaster cities”).
The ‘culture’ of agriculture, a culture that benefits mostly Elites and
those who live in cities, emerged from what had been a gatherer, gardening, and
herder (not ‘hunter-gatherer’) culture. Among forest people hunting had never
been their primary concern as today’s academic apologists try tell us. Hunting
was limited to need for warm clothing and shoes. There was no need of pelts
with which to pay off the Lord’s taxes.
Government taxes force Latvian countryside dwellers to cut their private
forests to this very day. Indeed, ‘deforestation’ is caused by ill considered
programs by ruling regimes faking themselves as governments.
Agriculture encouraged the development of towns and cities, and encouraged
the development of a merchant class: it was easier to trade grain than wood. City
life increased hunting to the point it devolved into brutlizing the culture of family
oriented countryside people, who began to raise wild animal stocks and slaughter
these https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=14nEECgBmGE for profit. The emerging ‘civilization’ enslaved people to fur
traders, ‘business men’, various types of lords, barons, and, not least to
money, Wall Street Vandals, and all kinfd of short sellers of life.
The Swedish trained Swedders made a ‘great contribution’ to the transformation
of humankind into a beast (Godzilla https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=suURUXGLJRQ ) of city fame. The worst of it was the spread of agricultural industry
that brutally enslaved the countryside to the city. Ethnic cleansing https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yg0-ME64L64 , like the masacre of
the Gnadenhutten Christian Indians of Ohio (USA) who had been converted to the Christian
faith by Moravian missionaries (many of whom came to America after their violent
repression in Livonia) is attributable to the cynicism and feverish thievery of
Swedish elites that had no end to it. Not surprisingly, in 1921, the German
arms manufacturer Krupp AG purchased the Bofors Company of Sweden, which act enriched
the country by selling arms and munitions to Hitler’s Germany during WW2 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Krupp , but at the end of WW2 surrendered to Stalin Latvian
freedom fighters who had fought against the Soviets on the side of the Wehrmacht.
Following the Great Northern war, the Balts of Livonia
were hard to convince to leave the wood—their resort for many millenia and refuge
of last resort as late as WW2. It took the Moravians and other Hutterite https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hutterites influenced Christians to persuade the Forest Brothers to leave
the forest and form their own Johnsland cum Gotland (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gotland )—note the Swedish version of Moravian insignia. Unfortunately, they soon met with as like genocisdal cleansing at the
hands of Lutheran Catholic theologians (the Livonian version of counter
Reformation https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xy_M4pDjafo ). Today’s Latvian government not only fails to acknowledge
that Latvians built their communities on forest and pietist foundations, but that
the sovereign state of Latvia (founded in 1918 and betrayed by NATO into the
hands of a post Soviet provincial Latvian regime. As if on cue, today Latvia’s regime
of ruling elites denies Latvia’s history as—in any way—relevant to their future.
Most Latvian
Forest Brothers
Or (falsely)
Peasants
A people deemed
Subhumans
In the 18th and
Yes, even
21st century
Europa
By a class of
City-zens
Who love to fucķ
With
Lady Betray-trix
A whore
Subsidized by
Baron Junker Bruxells
Grandson of
King Leopold II
The German barons
In Livonia
Were as short of laborers
As Leopold II
And were
For this reason
Threatened
With poverty
Even death
What to do?
The whore of WolmarValmiera
Magdalena von Halert
(A descendant of the
Livonian Forest people)
Elevated by
The fortunes of war
To the post
Of Generalin
By her sister in trade
Tsarina (Salomina)
Katerina I
Summoned
The descendants
Of martyred
Jan Huss
From Herrnhut
(Where they
Exiled from the
Woods of Europe
whiled
Unemployed
Waiting for a summons
‘From God’)
Who came
(Miraculously)
And summoned
The survivors
Of deforested
Europa
Come rescue
The survivors
of
Of Jersikaaka
Jerusalem
who had escaped
The Gherman
barron led
Ost Siedlung
(renamed by A.
Hitler
Drang nach Osten
Renamed by America
Russia Russia Russia)
By running into
The woods and
Escaping
The pleasures
of
Being endlessly
Raped again and
Again and
Again:
The poet’s forebears
Were among
The Moravian
Ludds and Gosts
Who
Came with
Made of birchbark
And rhubarb stems
And shared
In the labors
Of the Latvian Ludds
And tried revive
Prehistoric Christianity
Denied the
Since the Crusade1209
Against the CatharsĶeceri
Of Jersika
The story of
King John Ludd
Riding on a donkey c
To watch himself
Put to death
As a goose
In a stable
For donkeys...*
*The once, but no longer, Latvian Holy day of Mārtiņi
(name borrowed from St. Martin) was celebrated and sacralized with the sacrifice
of a rooster or gander. The daymarked the transition from autumn to winter. The
significance of the Feast was akin to that of Thanksgiving, which is celebrated
in America by feasting on a turkey. The reason for sacrificing said birds was
because of his function as guardians of their flocks and, by association, the
human household of which these were part. In
other words, the gander was an early symbolic representation of a much
older tradition in which the sacrifice was the self-sacrificial Sacred King https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sacred_king , whose self-sacrifice was guarantee that his tribe or
nation will over the winter months choose or birthe a successor.
The sacrifice ought remind us that Jesus was born in a
manger in a stable where the gander was butchered not by an accident, but in
observation of an old tradition that assigned him the role of future King. The
city people who tell the Christian Christmas story have no idea that Jesus was
born in a manger, because it had been sacralized by the blood of like
forebears. The reason He was born in a stable
was because it housed the donkey or horse who had carried the Sacred King
around His Kingdom https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/a2/Toppling_of_the_Pagan_Idols_%28Bedford_Master%29.jpg . Forest Latvians had retained an old subjective memory of
this. This was the reason why the stable remained a place that retained a
sacred meaning for them and why they recognied the Moravians as their own.
The story
Lured
The forest Ludds
Of Livonia
Into the open
Alas!
The Moravians
Had forgotten
The Pope’s lies
Had created
A toothless history
Found
In the libraries of elites
Or spaces of cement
Singing
with children’s voices
A repelling invitation
To fakers
Come rule
In the name of
The witless
Faked up theology
Of emperor Alexius I
Who
Soldered1118
Jesus to Basil
The Bogomil Water Healer
by fire
Rather than tree
Become a crucifix
And appeased the
Outraged the followers of
The Holy King
By defaming Him
(What honor or awe
In sacrifice that
Anyone can do?)
By claiming
For Him
A supernatural
Resurrection
Ever since
(Auld lang syne)
Kings, Princes,
and Lords
Have stooped to
lies
To prove
The Peace
Of Westphalia1648
was a
Peace in truth
The Forest
Ludds
Could not
imagine
How deep
The conceit
Of those who
claimed
Themselves
Born
In Cities of
God
Such misfortune
Nature never
Gives harbor to
But cushions
Caved rooves
With crystals
of dew
And starving
spiders
(at sunrise)
with
Diamond tinkles
In the wood
No skunks
Of urbania come
stick
Their heads
In cups of sour
cream
Whence
Tarot shufflers
(Never short for
Words
Of comfort)
Read to
The Forest Ludds
Of Livonia
Stories never heard
Before:
A quarter new
moon
In dreams will
Bring them
Sovereign
status
Which
They believed
They has
achieved
In Westphalia
De facto, but
Which the elites
Took away
By eating their
children
De jure
Though in fact
It was by de garrot
Impressed by
One Gusts*
Wendamenč1766-1829
A forefather of
this Poet
Born to
(Mother unknown)
A remnant of
Europa’s lost
Forest Ludds
Tried keep
The dignity of
The Ludds
Yet alive
By proposing
”Gotland”Dievzemihte
Be their home
But the Romanov
Kings of Russia
Would not have
it
Catholic and
Lutheran
Supporters of
Nikon
(A pro-Western
monk
With
Mind bent around
Gold and silver
coin)
Living in
Russia
Russia Russia
Was unleashed
By Tsarina Elizabeth
And in 1743
A new war of
religions
Began with new
And hidden intensity
Catholic and
Lutheran
Advocates of
Nikon
Denounced
The Ludds of
Herrnhut
As Populist rabble
The clergy
Of the 17th
century
Russian Empire
Unloosed acts
of
intimidation and
’Pogroms’
Against
Spirit and body*
*The Poet submits that pogroms were directed not only
against Jews but also the Moravians, American Indians, and many others. If the
tools that induced paralizing fear were crude (fire and quartering) once; today
there is 5G https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ChS3J893rpI .
Because of
their
Origin in
Religious institutions
The events went
Uninvestigated
And encouraged
Those with
De jure powers
To deny them as
Having occurred
Great-grandfather’s inn
Was put to flame1860
And grandfather
Still in swaddling clothes
Watched the blaze
From his craddle
Left in a pile of snow
Just across the road
As his mother
Dashed about
Extracting
From the fire
Clothing and blankets
After great-grandfather
Died (1868)
his widow
Made a living
Blessing
harvests
Of the barons
With cow manure
And darned
Grandfather’s
pants
So he would not
Attend school with
His knees bare
Grandfather
Did not forget
The violence
Done
His father and mother
And swore
Revenge
By the force of
God’s lottery
The Devil with
A PhD degree
Liked the odds
He was sure
The results
Would be worth
A laugh
Especially
If it came
At the expense of
Future generations
Assured of
Their ruin
The DevilDieveliņš
(A name
Applied by
Ghermanized Latvian
Lutherans priests to all
The Awakened)*
*The Awakened were buriet in one of Latvia’s most
neglected cemeteries, re: ‘Dīvala kapi’ http://www.visit.valmiera.lv/lv/ko_redzet_un_darit/interesu_objekti/5744_divala_kapi/ , the name was deliberately
misspelled, re: ‘dieveliņš’ (he/she of God) to ‘dīval’ (no such word in
Latvian). The misspelled name ridicules
the Herrnhuters-Moravians by having the altered name suggest these worshippers
of God as ‘crazies’ and alike to Appalachian snake handlers; re:
The
(alegedly insane)
Holy Ghost People
Of Appalachia
The Latvian clergy
Had plenty of
Time to
”Ha, ha’’
The human refuse
One instance of
Ridicule
Records grandfather
Telling merrymakers
At a pub:
”Someday I will become
A millionaire”
Though he sooner
sang them
a song from the soul*:
*(Lyrics
by Imants Ziedonis: ”Šī Dieva zeme.../ Par verga algu es tajā sirgšu,/ Par
indes malku es viņu pirkšu....” Fragmentary translation by the author:
”If Gotland
Will rise
I will gladly live
Off crumbs
And swallow
Draughts of poison
If it buys her
A day in the sun
.....”)
An ignorant
Religious wit
Put my teetotling
Grandfather
In a pub
And rewarded with
A quotation
Was it Gretchen’s
Double?
Intrigue?
For
When she played
First Lady of Latvia
It was expedient
For her to appear
To be
Sans greed
and claim
She was Grechen
Cooking porridge
Afterall
Her object of
Righteous affection
Was Latvia’s President
Karl Hansel Ulman*
One
She planned
to elope with
To her villa at
The foothills of
The Alps
*K. Ulmanis https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/K%C4%81rlis_Ulmanis was
the President of Latvia, when the Soviet Union occupied the country. Ulmanis had
seized Latvia’s government reigns in a May, 1934 military coup. The coup was popular,
because ‘democracy’ had not brought the benefits most everyone had believed it
would bring. Instead ‘freedom’ brought social and economic chaos. Ulmanis did
not demonstrate that his coup was based on some special conviction about the destiny
of the people of Latvia. Instead, Ulmanis proved himself but a clerk of a nascent
state’s bureaucracy, rather than a leader of a sovereign state. As befits a
clerk, he surrendered Latvia to the Soviets without a protest, and excused his surrender
by claiming Latvia too small and weak to offer even symbolic resistance in an
”unwinnable war”.
Unlike Hitler, who pretended to take responibility for
his reign by committing suicide (real or fake—no one knows for sure), Ulmanis
agreed to exchange his presidency for an agronomer’s post at a kolkhoz in
Stavropol, Russia. The traitorous leader also abandoned his ‘actress’ concubine
Intrigue, who had served as cover for his homosexuality, and with whom in less
critical and challenging times, he likely conspired to cohabit with in comfort in
exile. Ulmanis’s cowardice and forfeiture of responsibility cost the Latvian
people many lives and resulted in a permanent (unacknowledged) sense of shame
and inferiority complex.
(Transl.by
Poet 1st stanza: A voiceless
sky hovers over me/ And in my yard a
mute garden blooms./ Why am I, again, without/ Why must I, again, count nought?) The current ‘renewed’ government
of Latvia has inherited a no less
cowardly character, and has sursrender sovereignty to the latest incarnation of
The Holy Roman Empire—curiously enough, a European Union under the aegis of a cynical
Gherman-Polish-Ukrainian consortium. It remains to be seen if Russia joins it
or retreats to the taiga https://www.youtube.ccccom/watcah?v=gN4PRKZdP5Q beyod the Ural mountains or joins
China to deny the so-called West the largest continental mass on Earth.
Needless to say
Grandfather
Did not wish leave
His grandchildren
With nought or
The notion
That only lottery
Will help them
Secure a future
Nevertheless
It was for the worry of
The Goddess of Fate and
Lottery
That Intrigue
Murdered
Grandmother.
One never knows
If Vasilisa’s
Tarot cards
Foretold
Grandfather
He
Was to become
Gretchen’s
‘Bingo!’
A dumb lamb
Even though
He held to
The illusion that
Horses would outlive
Tanks
After Intrigue
Bought in his name
(in 1938)
An escadrille of biplanes
As gifts to
President Hansel*
(Is this when
Grandfather sought
To divorce her?)
*The ‘gift’ of war mashines is as premeditated and
poisonous occasion as the lies about grandfather being a frequenter of drinking
places, where he ostensibly bragged about becoming a millionaire. The ‘gift’ (a
word meaning ‘poison’ in Gherman) of arms was especially destructive as it
followed the murder of a Herrnhuter who wished to establish the Herrnhuters as
a church that was separate from the Lutheran Church. The murder of Karl OzolinsKārlis
Ozoliņš (1937), a man comitted to the Herrnhuter cause, was not
investigated, but dismissed as sudden, unexpected, and ‘naturl’.
While the Soviet Union dissolved the Herrnhuters de jure only in 1948, the religious
community’s de facto demise occurred
in 1937.
As editor of JZ, granfather did not proselatize his
religion. Instead, he professed his ‘pietist’ beliefs privately. He also was
not publicly an active member of the Herrnhuter community. The dismissal of the
murder of Ozolins as a death of natural causes and the silence (his own
including) that accompanied it, did not leave him unaffected. But there was
nothing he could do. Murder by the ruling Church had become a tradition in
Livonia-Latvia as the murder of Jānis Pommers
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Pommers sand other proves.
When gangrene
Caused amputation of
His leg
Intrigue
Pretending concern
Sent a biplane
To Helsinki
After pennicillyn
It was no help
Grandfather died
Leaving his
heirs with
Two bags:
One empty;
The other with contents
It takes a life
to learn
4 The Story of Father*
Father was
Always far away
possibly
(I was later led
To imagine)
a clandestine apartment
Where unfortunate women
Given the opportunity
Sought themselves
Happy to
Fuck him to sleep
While in the basement
At the plant
underpaid
Typesetters
Spat lead and
Stacked the day’s events
Out flat
In approved
Cryptic print
How terribble a thing
To say and
Write
However, when
Things were
Falling apart
A black hole
A tunnel in time
Appeared and
Found us standing
Ankle deep in
The Naruzha’s rapids
Where he
Built me a water wheel
In the brook’s
Shallow current
Just before
She ran up against
A clay bank
Where in a whirling deep
In shale caves
Excavated
By flash floods
Crayfish found
A home
And grew big
For the
Cooking pot
Father
Was a workaholic
A victim to
His father’s
Pietist convictions that
The way
To serve God
And destroy the rich
Was to work, work, work
Consequences
To self and
Family
Be damned
*With father’s father (grandfather) referred to as ”a
lamb’s soul” by his mistress, and his older brother succumbing to her
solicitations to come catch syphilis, father was not going to go chasing after lamb
coffins, but went to St. Petersburg to study enginering. Perhaps as a child, he
had dreamed of buildings railroads and bridges.
No one knows how father financed his education. Maybe ir
was by choosing a military career. The beginning of WW1 finds him at St.
Petersburg’s artillery school. (After coming to America, the Poet took a
similar path of how to pay for his education—by joining the US Marine Corps
(1331137) during the days of the Korean War.)
With the times of leading one’s own band of thieves long part
of history, another way for a poor man to advance himself was to join some thieving
kingdom’s armed services and by excelling as a leader advace above others. A poor
man among the poet’s forebears (on mother’s side) is Colonel Johann Gottlieb
(Beloved of God) Rall https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johann_Rall . Gottlieb led a Hessian troop at the Battle of Trenton (1776) against
General Washington. At Ttenton the colonel was taken by surprise and was mortally
wounded, and died, as they say, with his boots on. The name ‘Rall’ or ‘Ral’ is
thereafter dicovered in Russia—a more fortuitous location for ambitious adventurers—as
a name mong Russian knazs, who intermrried among themselves
(Rall<>Kugushov).
Following the 1917 Revolution,, father was ordered by
General Denikin, the commander of the White Army to the Ukraine front, where he
was put in charge of railroads. Father was not happy with the assignment and managed
to resign, whereupon he was made manager of the Nadejadinskia coal mine in
eastern Ukraine. Because Latvia had declared and secured independece from Russia,
he was able to return to Riga, where a job was waiting for him at the daily
newspaper Jaunākās Ziņas Latest
News (henceforth JZ) of which his father was a founder and editor-in -chief.
Because the founding of the newspaper apparently involved
some chicanery (the subscription list of the newspaper’s original owners had
mysteriously disappeared) juridicial risk could not be dismissed, which may be
the reason the exact nature of the end of the newspaper’s German editions was
never openly discussed. Before JZ was liquidated by the Soviets (1940), its
founder was presumed to have been grandfather, while subsequently [following
1991, after the Latvian (LV) State was ‘renewed’ as a provincial state of the
European Union (under US and EU sponsorship] the kudos were transferred to grandfather’s
second wife—Intrigue Galore (yes, aka https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OkChbEu3hKE ).
Father took over his father’s position in 1932, when
grandfather went into unofficial retirement. He wasmade the newspaper’s de jure editor-in-chief in 1936. He brought
the newsper international reknown (incidentally, making himself unpopular by a
military style of management). With circulation of the newspaper reaching 200,000+
and with each copy (according to statistics) read by up to three or more
people, the newspaper out did the London press in popularity.
After grandfather died, Intrigue exercised her power as
Publisher and had father—with the insistance of then Latvia’s Propaganda
Minister (Minister of the Interior) and president K. Ulmanis’s—fired. However, as no one else could fill his shoes,
father was soon reinstated. Be that as it may, the shot across father’s bow had
been fired and had its effect. During the succeding months Intrigue took other extra
ordinary steps—such as the murder of her convenietly late husbans’s first wife
and betrayal of the Latvian nation.
After the Soviets occupied Latvia, the newspaper was
seized by the Communist Party. Father was, of course, out of his job. With his home
also ‘nationalized’, he was forced take his family to the farm of his mother’s younger
sister, the Poet’s aunt Emma. The Soviet authorities forced father to return to
Riga (ostensibly to take part in the election of a Soviet government), where he
was arested, imprisoned, and deported to the gulags. Whether the deportation
was on local Latvian Bolshevik or Moscow
Jewish Bolshevik authority (Bolshevik is a name derived from ‘baravika’—a satirical
Latvian name for a crowd of mushrooms = bara+beka)** remains (though denied by
Latvian government and Jewish zionists) a question for the future to resolve.
For reasons of Jewish involvement, see Alexandr Solzhenitsyn’s
suppressed book ”Two Hundred Years
Together” https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Two_Hundred_Years_Together
. As for the reasons Latvians turned to Bolshevism, one
ought note the brutal repressions of Latvian peasants by the Baltic Germans and
their Latvian allies in the Lutheran Church. As a result, many pietists took refuge in the Russian Orthodox Church and/or
emigrated to South or North America.
**From the Poet’s perspective, the Jewish (and Latvian)
Bolsheviks were descendants of the Jan Huss religious movement in Bohemia https://www.britannica.com/biography/Jan-Hus and its remainder among the Latvian and other
Herrnhuters. For political reasons (still in effect) Latvian historians neglect
the likelyhood that the socialist and communist movements in the 20th
century arose because of the repression of the Forest Peoples (?peasant)
communities that followed upon the footsteps of the Westphalia Peace Treaty of
1648.
The beneficiaries of the Westphalian Peace Treaty
were beholden to Catholic theology (re: its supernaturalist theology https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iRleB034EC8 and faked-up Scriptures were never challenged
by Luther, a Catholic theologian, or Lutheran churches), which hastened to repress the numerous popular
factions which had provided the bodies and souls for the Religious Wars. Indeed,
the so-called ‘Religious War’ had been part of an ever recurring ‘permanent’
Revolution from ‘below’ against the elites who had ensconced themselves upon
humankind as a superior (aka rationalist-enlightened) class. The Westphalian ‘Peace’
put an end to an ongoing war of archChristians (from about the time of the
death of John the Water Healer) against urbanist fundamentalist led Catholic-Globalist/
Ecumensist seizure of poļitical power from society at large. The faked Peace
was shattered when a relatively ‘wild’ and forested Eastern Europe and Asia refused
to conform and submit to the dictats of money and prestige oriented urbanists https://www.newworldencyclopedia.org/entry/Age_of_Enlightenment .
The Poet’s family background comes of the endlessly faked
history of Foresters (=felopels=people),
which resembles a ball of yarn cut into short pieces then gathered together and
compressed into what looks like a ball again. The Poet’s orientation with
regard to European history is that it begins with fake ‘historical’ (rational) books
(among which the Bible—written during the 4-6th+ centuries or so-called ‘dark
ages’—plays the role of predecessor.
The ‘Holy Book’ brazenly erased and rewrote the history
of the rebellious nomadic herders known as The Huns (Johns), who were led by
one John the Shepherder King (Gengis Khan). In the course of the invasive and,
for the most part, westward moving sheep herder rebellion, the leadership of
the horde passed to the Goths https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Huns , who—known as Sheepmen or Ghermans—occupied (directly or
indirectly) most of Europe.
The Holocost or
Holomador of Soul that visited the Herrnhuters—who came to Latvia on or about
1729—after the Great Northern War https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Northern_War was part of the repression of the Forest People ehat
followed the signing of the Westphalian Peace Treaty. Joining her Western
cousins, Tsarina Elizabeth forbade (1743) members of the movement to meet, which
forced them to go underground, in what the pietists called ‘The Silent March’
(‘Klusais gājiens’ in Latvian).
A goal of the
Herrnhuters was to establish a territory they could call their own. Some
members managed to do so on an island in the Baltic Sea, which they called ”Gotland/ Godland Dievzemīte”. It
did not last long, for they were soon conquered and repressed by the Swedes. In
Latvia the Herrnhuter movement splintered with some taking an interest in
Judaism and the Kabbalah https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kabbalah ; while others joined the Russian Orthodox Church; and—in times to come—became
Bolsheviks-Communists. In Latvia. the history of the Herrhuter movement among
Latvia’s Forest People continues to be denied until this day. Unfortunately,
the Moravian Church in America is too spirit dead to be of any help.
Anecdote: When the
poet attended (2018) a lecture at the Valmiera Public Library (advertised as a
lecture on the history of the Herrnhuters in Valmiera) and asked the lecturer,
a Lutheran minister, why the Valmiera Lutheran Lutheran church had survived the
Soviet Union and was still standing, but of Deacon HillDeakonāts , once
the center of Herrnhuter activity, nothing except the name remains, the minister
turned his back to the questioner and left as if the question and questioner had
insulted his intelligence.
In the course of the repression of the Moravian Church, the
poet’s greatgrandfather’s inn was destroyed by fire in 1860. The incident was
denied by forcing its victims to accept an ‘official’ story that the inn was
burned down by the Poet’s great grandfather’s wife. The story alleges that she was
foolish enough to pour candle wax over a hot stove.
With the opportunity to develop their own movement in
Latvia denied them, and Catholic theology incapable of improving the human lot
except by promoting a so-called ‘upper class’, grandfather became a teacher
(headmaster of the best school in the region), tried his hand as a shop owner (which
shops were forced into bancrupcy by the establishmentarian church refusing its
members the right to shop there). To escape the fences built about him,
granffather conceived of the notion that he would get further faster if he
abanoned his position as a principal and teacher, and moved to Riga to work
there as a newspaper editor.
The repression of the Herrnhuters in Latvia resulted in a
continuing transformation of a forest dwelling people into an agricultural society.
On the backs of the latter was constructed a city oriented welfare and
entitlement based parlimentary democratic regime—the kind that Socrates https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fLJBzhcSWTk and Aristotle warned against. The current state of Latvia—reestablished
after the fall of the Soviet Union (1991) by Soviet Latvians and a Western-ized
remnant that had survived WW2—is ruled today by a class that has neither the intelect
or will to create a sovereign nation.
The current ‘provincial’ and ‘prestige economy’ oriented Latvia
finds the excuse for its dilletantist democracy in the nature of the now
fragmented—virtually non-existent—Latvian community. The State is dead
(incapable of) to the notion of cultivating and developing for itself a psychologically
persuasive authority. The community responds by treating the State with such homour
as due a virulent tumour, that is, the commoners express their dissatisfaction
with the low social status imposed on them by the pseudo-state by indulging in
alcoholism, low achievement, and low birthrate. Latvia remains a ‘third world’ province
of the faked-up European Union (EU), and—not surprisingly—regards itself as no
better than a name on the map.
Father’s
Older brother Karl
First born1884
Died in 1910
Of syphillis
(According to
hints and hushes)
He contracted
As a student
In St. Petersburg
But maybe from
Intrigue
His ‘sin’2
( Sleeping with
His father’s concubine)
Let Karl
Be forgot
His grave site
Known only to God
Yet Karlis
Was the one
Who brought
Hard to come by
Printer’s ink
From St
Petersburg
To Riga
(Before 1905
And in
subsequent years
Ink spoke
Of revolution)
In prewar days
St Petersburg
was
(as Moscow is
today)
A relay
junction
For ideas and
sex
A la Paris/=Falis
A title claimed
by both
St. Petersburg and
Riga of the day
And the notion
(Imported from
America)
That news
May be
published
For next
To nothing
If advertising
(About where to
buy
The best boots
in town)
Fills the newspaper
Having failed
As a
Not
cosmopolitan
Playwright*
*Granfather
lost out to the changing notions as to what made for the body of The People.
By the 20th
century, the notion that The People were they who primarily lived in the
countryside, had shifted so dramativally in favor of those who lived in cities
(the urbanites) that earlier assumptions, based on the authority of the
religious (largely constituted by those who thought of family life as the
permanent condition of society), had been replaced. Instead of there being ‘pagans’ in need of being
‘Christianized’, christianization was superceed by a chimera-like need to
enlighten en masse ‘populists’/
urbanites https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_uA1GBzXzr4v as to the ‘better ways’ of those born of a secular (artistic
and neo-iberalist oriented) city. One way this transformation was accomplished
was by introducing new, more, and better sex. As for the latter, the
vagina—once forbiddingly covered and protected by pubic hair—was replaced by
shaved ‘pussies’ and heavily cosmetized-maskeds feminine faces
(fashion-passion) signaling readiness for fellatio https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fellatio and porn.
Grandfather had
a problem accepting the notion that the People of religion were no longer, but
had been remade (by hook and crook) into Pop Art loving Populists. The best he
could do was reorient himsrlf to the new age was by editing an apolitical (not
yet sexualized) secular newspaper. s
Grandfather,
Grooming
His eldest son
To become his
successor
Took to
Karl’s idea)
But Karl died
And
Intrigue
A pimper of ads
Took his place
As publisher
With their
heads
Under the
blanket
Grandfather
said:
Mein Schatz
The Devil is
Making us dance
You take
Karl’s place
And procure ads
In place of
Fig leaves
An ill wind
We know not
Whence
Exposed our
crotches
I will preach
Against the use
Of alcohol
By making
Latvians
wealthy
You may
Become Latvia’s
President
And we will
Raise the flag
of
Gotland over
Latvia
You sponsor events
Where you and
Your sisters
Are leading
Actresses
Rainis
(Wagner’s apostle)
Who wants to become
Latvia’s
president
And Aspahzia
The poetess
Who remains a
virgin
Though Rainis’ constant
Bedmate
Will make us saints
In the public’s
eye
(Yes, they suspect
To prove me old
You fucked Karl
But now he is
dead
Of syphillis
You will also
Make him be
Forgotten)*
*The antagonism between grandfather and Rainis is never
mentioned in Latvia, though the Index of Rainis Collected Works (25 volumes)
give unmistakeble evidence that the relationship was contentious. This Poet
discovered evidence of this only after a countryside village library threw out
its collection of Rainis’s works, and a copy found its way to a countryside
john.
Intrigue
Seeing
An opportunity
To divorce her failing
Actor husband
Answered:
Who does Aspahzia think
She is twirking?
Her poetry
Jerks off women
(For example
Your peasant wife)
With fairy tales
About saddles
With built in dildos
In place of
Saddle horns*
(Why else do queens
Sit on horseback
As on a bench?)
Cockolded by
Intrigue’s twirks
Grandfather staged
A drama
That had
The Devil
Slap one hand
In God’s face
Until God
(Awakened
By the dare)
Joins the city
and
The ‘enlightened’ age)
Inverts
All things
Born of
Mother Nature
Up side down
Until city folk
in America
Go animal and
Berzerk
City-zens
Born in a land
Where cement trees
Scaffold
Gothic buildings
And cities
Stretch their
Sewer pipes
Connect to
Everyone’s toilet
Grandfather
Let the actress
Do his shtick
A full century
Before ‘Lolita
Express’
Made orgasms real
On the fly
The rest is history:
Grandfather
And his
Descendants
Got fucked
Not only by Latvia’s
Peža Bezgala—
The country’s
First Lady
But had her
kill
His first wife who
With access to
The keyhole to
The theatre
Knew too much and
Had not
Sworn
Not to tell
She knew that
Cunt witout end
Had the balls to
To squeeze the balls
Of Latvia’s
Prestigious president
No doubt
Grandmother was
Waiting for
The court to put her
On the witness
Stand where
She could squeeze
From Intrigue
For her family and
The country
A better deal*
*After
grandfather died his surviving daughters were knoown to prepare a suit against Intrigue that would
contest their father’s Last Will as unfair in that property was divide in her favor.
Grandmother was to be a witness. Her testimony could swings the outcome of the
suit in favor of grandfather’s heirs.
The imminent
and actual Soviet occupation of Latvia prevented the suit from going forward,
and provided Intrigue and President Ulmanis with time and cover to kill both
grandfather and grandmother. The blame for the nation’s loss of sovereignty and
loss of nearly all of its ‘inteligentsia’ was put on the overwhelming force of
the Soviet Union—which short of Intrigue’s and Ulmanis’s conspiracy was real
enough and erased all suspicions that a crime had taken place. During the
Soviet regime, which was inneed of qick scapegoats, it was it was grandfather,who
was presumed to have been the sociopathic https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SpMfxW2zUD4 millionaire, while Intrigue, dead in a Soviet gulag of
salmonella, acquired a martyr’s status.
Of course,
Father
understood
The risks
But as editor
Resposible
For the news
That held
The Latvians community
More or less
together
He was in no
position
To tell all
He knew
All he could
Hope for
Was that he
would live
Long enough
To write a book
about
How life
Came to be staged
as
A cocamemie
Epic
Except for
This Poet’s
Poetic license
That is
Where the story
Was meant to
end*
*When truth is turneed into a lie, history (the past) is
inverted. Nowhere is this more true than the poet’s country of birth, Latvia.
Even in 2019 few Latvians know that the origin of their country is to be sought
in the pietist movement brought to Livonia from Bohemia and Moravia after the
great Northern War fought between Sweden and Russia at the beginning of the
18th century, or that their countrymen and women played a significant role in
the 1905 and 1917 Russian Revolution.
Russian mathematician Anatoly Fomenko https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VVH8eyfToR4&list=PLSZ1VGmG2_5F5h3XqeGW0E61BLDhZvH6a&index=5&t=0s in a 7 volume study has thrown serious doubts on the legitimacy of the
chronology of history as propounded by Western academic insitutions paralyzed
by the prevailing geo-political status
quo. The most startling facts that emerge from the study are the dates of
the birth of Jesus 1152, date of crucifixion 1185, and the date of the writing
of the Apocalypse 1486. The latter was apparently written to commemorate the War
of Roses in England or, more likely, the final destruction of the Holy City by
the Ottoman Turks (1453); while thebirth and death of the Sacred King roughly coincides
with the so-called First Crusade, which did not liberate Israeli Jerusalem in a
pseudo Holy Land (which did not yet exist), but sacked Christian Constantinople
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f1CWG-2GLU4 instead.
Government sponsored historians of our time insist that
agriculture is a great civilizing achievement instead of being an invention of
opressors seeking to enslave humankind born of nature. Not surprisingly the
government of post-Soviet Latvia seeks to drive the remnant of Latvians living
off the land into cities (whether its own or foreign matters little to the
prestige seekers). A deafening chorus of city-zen socialists call family and
community oriented countrysiders fashists, when in fact it is the city that
canibalizes Nature—whether animate or inanimate.
The tragedy of the Poet’s extended family is in that this
Civil War has gone unrecognized and has been submitted to a ‘democratic’
pacification program that proposes the victories of secular cities to have been
real. Insignificant as this Poets work may be, it is, none the less, part of
what remains of the resistance in this centuries long Civil War.
Though the proof of the Poet’s allegations awaits a
revolutionary shaking up of academic institutions https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wOMdILcxoZI , and the uncovering of the murder
of his paternal grandparents from under mounds of politicized Latvian garbage,
the logic that leads to his conclusions are telling.
Some significant dates and circumstances:
1. The infamous Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact was signed on the 23rd of August,
1939. The Germans invaded Poland a week later on the 1st of
September. with the Soviets folowing with an invasion of their own eight day
later.
It was a time of lightning events
2. Chamberlain had already betrayed
Czechoslavakia, and by March 1939 Hitler had occupied Czechoslovakia and taken
over the ‘Klaipeda region’ of Lithuania. As per arguments by History Professor
Michael Jabar Carley of Montreal University https://www.voltairenet.org/article207498.html (the reader may need to copy the address as it is censored),
in hindsight, the Western powers were not unanimous in opposition to such Russia-Gherman
pact.
The upper echelons of Latvian society knew that their
country would not escape the turmoil.
3. The poet remembers, his father and maternal grandfather (formerly
ambassador to the Soviet Union) walking in the family garden following his
sixth birthday (26 July, 1939) party, and discussing the dangers to Latvia and the near
certainty the Soviets would occupy the Baltic states.
4. The suit against Intrigue was initiates by grandfather’s daughters soon
after their father’s death on June 14th, 1939
5. Among friends of Intrigue’s extended Austrian family was Ribbentrop,
Hitler’s Foreign minister, members of whose family remain friendly with
Intrigues heirs to this day (see Sestdiena, 16-22 March, 2018 https://www.diena.lv/raksts/sestdiena/tema/foto-nams-ar-vesturi-14193427
). Ribentrop allegedly arranged an interview for Intrigue
with Himmler, who is said to have denied her the right to emigrate to Germany
as a Baltic German. The reasons for the denial remain unclear, as Intrigue was
known to be sympthetic to the German cause and had supported the cause in 1919,
when Bermont-Avalov’s led ‘Special Russian Corps’ of mostly Gherman volunteer soldiers
occupied Riga https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/West_Russian_Volunteer_Army. One suspects that the Gherman spy network in Latvia was well informed
about Intrigue’s nefarious activities within Latvia’s government.
6. According to sorces approved bt-y the Culture Fund of Latvia (Latvijas
kultur capital fonds ) in 1939 Intrigue was sometimes referred to as the First
Lady of Latvia https://www.apollo.lv/4761630/mila-benjamina-kada-vina-bija , a presumption tolerated (likely deliberately encouraged)
by Latvia’s dictator President K. Ulmanis. This supports
the notion that the Poet’s grandparents’s murders were for reasons of
State convenience, and for that reason remain a state secret to this day, which
justifies the falsification of Latvia’s history and spreading of lies by the Culture
Fund of the state https://likumi.lv/ta/id/81064-valsts-kulturkapitala-fonda-likums .
7. The election by the Latvian Saeima (Senate) of G. Ulmanis as the 5th
Prezident of Latvia (K. Ulmanis was 4th) also indicates that on the
intuitive level, the desire of the post soviet Latvian regime to escape
scrutiny of the circumstances of Latvia’s demise in 1940. A clearly better
choice would have been the grandson of the first preaident J.Chakste (čakste)—a
man far more quaified on many levels.
8. The poet’s grandmother died on the 17th of October,1939, three
months after the death of her first and only husband. Her death occurs at a
time when her daughters, both with ties to the 1st Latvian
government, are planning to bring a civil suit againt Intrigue.
9. Grandmother’s testimony in court would undoubtedly have revealed many intra
family and state secrets.
10. A sympathetic
extrapulation of events, leads one to conclude that grandfather’s death, too,
was due to murder, as it left Intrigue in control of ALL financial resources of
her husband and his heirs.
5 An Augenblik
Consciousness is
But the shadow of a dream
Encapsuled upon waking
In a shell of
Vague memories
Which consciousness
Dismisses
With memories that are
More immediate
Goethe, the poet
(Still anchored to
The forest and
Biologic man)
knew that
Feeling and emotion
Anchors us
In the here
And Gretchen is
Mephistofeles’
Submissive mistress
The coquette
Who swishes her skirt
For all who wish
To see
The billionare’s booty
Up to her calves
Wrote Goethe
(Imagining
Himself to be the
Prototype of
selfconsciousness
And beneficiary
Of Divine intercession
When things go wrong):
“Was du ererbt
Von deinen Vätern
hast,
Erwirb es,
Um es zu besitzen.”
(Auth. trans: What
you inherit from your fathers, inherit it in such a way as not to forget it)
“Was man nicht
nützt,
Ist eine schwere Last,
Nur was der Augenblick
Erschafft,
Das kann er nützen.”
(Auth. trans: ‘What
one does not use of one’s inheritance) becomes an unbearable burden that
survives for but the blink of an eye.’ In other words, it is not worth much.)
Goethe
forgot that
All
his ‘fathers’
Were
born of
Drilling
a black hole
In
the cathedral floor
And
his angst
Was
that
Such
mysteries as gold
Would
not turn
Into
money
When
used in
Gold
mosaics and in
Praise
of the
Holy
Spirit
Causing
him to
Shed
tears
After
the trucks
Takes
his sheep
To
the abatoir
With
a determination
Like
that of
The
Devil’s
‘lacquered
fist’
In
the face of
A
kulak persuaded
His
farm and agricuture
Will
make him
A
baron
He
does not attend
The
alcoholic cop’s
Misha’s
Funeral
But
marries off
His
son
In
a church wedding
To
a ‘lady of
Prestigious
parents’
Whose
pedigrees
Will
exude milk
To
the mesmerizing
Vibrations
‘On the Nature of
Daylight’
As
calves
Born
for their meat
Suck
milk
at
the teats of
Das Ewig Weibliche
And
bullybabes
Become
mother fuckers
Who
dance to
The
tune of
One
hand clapping
So
much for
The
white eyed she wolf
Waiting
for me
In
the wood
Beyond
the gate
Of course
I love my cat
For the
Augenblicks
He cherishes
When (After
A 100 mile
journey)
he collapses
On the bed
And in praise
of
Our friendship
Minces his
nails
Into my chest
Until I cry
”Ouch!”
And unconscious
of
Rumyancov’s loving
gesture
Cry
Go ”Skit!”
To the land
Where human
lemings
Thirsting
immortal waters
Seek death
En masse
In a wave
Become
an Augenblick
by virtue of
being
Set in plaster
by make believe masons
Of
fortifications
Founded on
Foreshortened lives
That shield
Cities and
states
From birthday
songs
That celebrate
One’s forebears
Ours is a time
That turns
Herders into
Tanners
And drives
Gatherers of wool
Out of rosebush gardens
With sceams:
Rapunzel
go scrape rawhide
for a living
Desperate women
Fuck desperate
men
To spell
Children
With a wit
As desperate.
Psychologists and
Doctors of Philosophy
Hold to vanity
With convincing conceit
Who knows
To what ends
They believe themselves
Conscious
Or why
Their children
Pretend
With narry a
doubt
That God is
naught
And was created
By some
suicidal poet
Desperate for
An audience
Last night
After more
Than fifty years
I met Artsy again
The dream found her
On a street in Boston
Pushing
A baby carriage
”Is that you, Artsy?”
I asked
She turned
Met my eye
And turned away
Taken aback
I said:
”I am sorry,
Take care”
And continued my way
Up Beacon Street
To where it ends
I know not
Thereafter
Thirty years
Came to make
Its round
And became
Nearly forgot
Before another 30
Came and kicked
The cat
Out the door
For good
By some grace
The face of
The babe
Of Anne’s miscarriage
I saw not
Such foreshortened
Moments
Skid out
From under
And become
The eternalest
Of curses
Had I but lived
In the countryside
And been a cobbler
Of horses’ hooves
And Artsy a maid
In my aunt’s kitchen,
We would have remained
In our kingdom
Where a pudding of
Manna and honey
Feeds courage to
Another generation
Of innocent*
*The most recent Deluge of universal fakery began in 1648
after the so-called Westphalian Peace Treaty (where sovereignty of the state was
asserted as superior to that of a community) and is now ending with UN
sponsored so-called Agenda 21 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=52NaRLPzDcg (where the state deprives land of life, and replacesit by
something called ‘urban space’).
The so-called ‘Religious
Wars’ (essentially wars of resistance by real people of land and the wood
turned into peasants) against the relentless encroachment of Christian cities
of God https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_City_of_God in the process of seizing the resources of a home in the
wood and countryside for their exclusive use) did not end with the faked-up
1648 ‘Westphalia Peace Treaty’.
The origin of ‘Religious wars’ was in the attempt of an
artificial and ego based (Catholic) religion, to destroy religion that was informed
by the biologic spirit that reigned in the realm of the Garden of Eden. No
better examples of the ego vulture at work than the elimination by Rome of the
Cathars of Occitania (in what is now southern France), and Aztecs and Mayas of the
Americas; and the ecumenization by the ‘military and industrial complex’ of the
United States of our times.
Hooligans
Standing in
The fountains of an
Enlightened city and
Like lewd goats
Pissing eau de cologne
in
The rapt faces of
tourists
Who at a
Time of war
Discovers the fountain of
The Manneken Pis
in the toilet of
the Gdansk
Maritime Academy
Where a remainder of
Peasants and
Their city-bred
Offsprings from Riga
Had taken refuge
There and then
The God of
Circumstance
turned the Poet
Into an unwitting
Sexual sovereign
Whilst fleeings
The globalist bloodbaths
At the Ost Front*
Not surprisingly, city-zens readily became transformed into
city born ‘People’ or communists who emotionally side with their violently ‘democratic’
government against the human instinct to live as a collective. This tendency,
never openly discussed, leads to an ever accelerating crusade against all
things of Nature. In this war it is mostly the civilians and soldiers, who
suffer, die, or succumb to mental trauma. With the exception of a few leaders
of the government on the losing side of the war—who are demonstratively filmed
and then hung https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9rYZHTU9KOY —almost all of the resto f the government of losers survives.
Unfortunately, WW1 (just as the wars of
religion)exhausted itself and ended prematurely, without anyone’s globalism
gaining a clear victory. Since the West, due to its stronger economy was able
to put forward the notion that the winner of WW2 (with the spectacle of the Normandy
landing dominating over the victorious survivors of Petersburg and Stalingrad) was
capitalist America, the issue lay dormant until the economic capitulation of
the Soviet Union and emergence of north America and the European Union (EU) as
the sole models of capitalism. If that model falls now, it cannot blame others for its demise.
Today the faked-up history of the West is able to exploit
computer technology as an invention for human benefit by attributing it to its
superior freedoms. Alas! Once the technology became developed, it revealed just
how profoundly the human psyche had been duped and dumbed down by the city-fied
nature of capitalism and communism disciplined by factorification: released of
the self-discipline once imposed by the do-it-yourself economics of wood
dwellers, ‘free speech’ became a carousel https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Q_q9cq3B5A&list=PLu8BgVaWowIG_0omesGRkKXK2mqWqAKXU&index=2
turningso fast, it shed its seats
and America’s unicorn lost both its horn
and head.
As a friend of
The moment
And myself pissed
Into the toilet bowl
My friend
Asked me:
”Do you know
What a cock is for?”
I answered
”For pissing”
Whereupon my friend
Took mine
And and whacked it
Until my knees
Went limp
I was
Enlightened
And never let
Another Billy
Near me again
War brings
Ecumenism:
Soldier, city-zen
And peasant
All emerge as
Hamburger meat
Screaming ”No more!”
Lest next time
Fire consumes
All forests and
None be left
To hide in
Ecumenism used to be
A ceremony
A sacred feast
A last supper
Joining past and present
Household and
Neifghbors
But now is
Became transformed
Into a hasty table
Spread with tarot cards
Succoring
Thousands of homeless egos
From coutless
Ghastly cities
With stories of how
On the other side of
The keyhole
Medusa and a Gorgon
Waits with
Spread legs and
Tongue hanging
From a face enraptured
By alcohol and
By the glories of sex
Substituting for
A community dancing
A dance of the
Summer solstice
Around the grave of
Its Sacred king
Instead
The poet’s
orgasm
Gushed the
Gorgon’s wrath
A day after
Seeing
Intestines
hanging from
Dead horses
Drawn by craness
From Sanka’s
deepest holds
And dropped
Into a jellyfish
crowded
Gulf of Gdansk
To float
Until bellies
Punctured by
Submashinegun bullets
Blew bubbles of
water
And the corpses
of
The horses
Slpwly sink
In sight of
A fata Morgana
Shimmering forth
From the dunes
On the shore
Tell of
Amber mines
Of the krihvi
The crippled God-Kings of
Old Prussian tribes*
*By the rules of Grimm’s Law, ‘krihvi’ or priests also may be spelled ‘klibie’, which
means ‘clubfoots’ (in Latvian). Such ’klibie’ were the ancient Man-Gods of the
Balts. Indeed, they are called Oedipus in Greece.
We may remember that Oedipus, the King in Sophocles play Oedipus Rex/ ”Oedipus the King”, is
portrayed as a clubfoot. It may be more than a coincidence that Jesus, too, is
said to have had nails driven through his feet, which—following his
resurrection (possibly out of a pit of
fire—would have made him appear to Mary-Magdalene, walking with a limp. However,
none of the authors of the Gospels cares to recall this. Interestingly, the
Latvians and Lithuanians light theit Solstce fires atop a pole.
Why did a krihv and Oedipus walk with a limp? Because a
limp was the sign by which a man was identified as a self-sacrifice to the
Great Spirit. The limp was the result of of the future God-King having been
secured to his cradle with a chain that went through the his heel tendon and
was secured to a ‘rib’ that formed the sides of the crib or a donley’s feeding
trough at an inn for travelers. The limp identified the Babe as one destined to
become God.
The sacrificial ritual has ancient roots, and is
described by James Frazer in his book ‘The Golden Bough’. Indeed, the word
‘golden’ may be because the flexible vine of a mistletoe may have served as a
chain through the ankles. All kings who succeeded the original and initial sacrifice
were deemed Divine beings—as a similar self-sacrifice was expected of them.
The last Divine kings in what now are domains of Western
civilization are:
1. John the Baptist;
2. Jesus, created by western Romans;
4. Kings John (13th cen,) of England (murdered
ny the Lords of England) and;
5. Louis XVI (18th cen.) of France (murdered
by pnce humāns transfigured into city-zens).
By the way, ‘pagan’ does not mean ‘godless’ as is believed by 20-30
generations (1185-2020=800 yrs) of catholicized and citinized Christians.
Ancient tribal people earned their livelthood not as ‘hunters gatherers’ (but as
Pagans—is a word that consists of two syllables: the prefix ’pa-’, which
diminihes the noun that follows + ‘gan’/ herder. The deliberate mistranslation
of the meaning of ‘pagan’ (to the shame
of academic linguists) is like turning a virgin named Agafia/Agapia https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BFK3DJ7Kn6s into a whore named Intrigue.
Along the shore
Of now
Putrid
Baltic sea
The first Krihv
Who tried to save
His tribe
Of desperate Old Prussians
From Gherman knights
Declaring
First fuckrights
For some Junker
(singing: ”Alle
Menschen
Werden Brueder”
Over
Every
Old Prussian’s bride
Gaining the West
‘Lebens Raum’
By claiming the bride’s
Firstborn
as the Junker’s own
Rape was
Rewarded
By adding
Old Prussian land to
The Juncker’s estate
In Weimar
I entered
The Milch shop
With arm raised and
Heiling Hitler
And watched the city’s
Bomb struck
Theatre burn
Flames bursting
Through
Arched windows
While some fuck
Brought in
From a Buchenwald
To clear the rubble
Fell before me
On his knees
And begged for
A bun
He had spotted
In my shopping basket
I said ”Nein”
Later in the day
Mother made love
To a Luftwaffe Officer
Come to visit
His parents and
Teach me algebra
Lest
I make
Pissing
Into the pile of sand
In the attick
(Put there
To douse the flames
In case a heilige
Phosphorus bomb
Made in America
Fell through the roof)
—My profession
Hans came with us
The night
The bombs fell
On Luther’s
Ehrfurt
The night
We watched
Dresden burn
Behind a rose
red horizon
Hans
Sitting to me
Pleasured
Mother’s crotch
All that was
Sodered
By angst to
Memory
By now become
A clump of
Rusted iron
As Goethe wrote:
Was du ererbt (hast)
Wolst du besitzen
Far
into
The
past
Like rust
Beyond removing
I recall
The scream of sparrows
Dying after
I had
Offered them seeds
By the rose bush
On the trigger of
A rat trap
To know
How to kill
Was tought
Like it was a
Science assured
Law of nature
Father wishing
to be
A good father
Presented me
On my 6th
birthday
A toy rifle
Which he raised
To his shoulder
To show me
How it worked
By some foresight
I cried ”No!” and
Have cause to
Remember the gift
To this day
Even when
Like the sparrows
I screamed
Tantrums of prayers
And I bounceds
On my bed
And begged
(”Oh Lord,
Won’t you buy me
A Mercedez Benz...”
Stay him alive)
There swere days
(”...My friends all
Have Porches”)
I fucked mother
With as good
A tandrums
And watched
Her face twist
In a faint of
An epileptic fit
Bewildered and
Unknowing
For what reason
She had been
Fucked by her
Lack loved
Son
War is a
Billion year mystery
No mother
Of any nestling
Understands
When caught
Between a cat’s paws
She acts stupid an
Screams
”Please,spare me!
My Roma is to
The brim full
With nestlings”
The Holy Spirit watches
But does not come
(as you may think)
To the rescue
But dies over
And over again:
”There is no other way”
It says:
”like me
You bear the burden
When your kitty
Gifts you with
A dead mouse”
Cindy said
I was
Too macho and
Kicked my ass out
The door
Silvie said
I had
A beautiful soul
Divine Rusalka
Sings me yet
A ”Song to the Moon”
Divine Joan of Arc
Refused to tickle
My balls
Crude and rude
I told Shirley
She with a tumor on
Her brain
I am neither savior
Or carpenter
Which leaves me
Wondering
Why?
The need for love
By an abandoned cat
In post-Soviet Latvia?
Who
(With their step-families
Chased off
To England
By 21st century
Latvian political trannies
To pluck feathers
Off bodies
Of dead chickens
In dead chicken
Remanufacture factories
Where only Muslims
qualify
As throatcutters of
Christian raised
Fowl
Yet the cats
Come seek me out
Is it because
Beside
The hole
I cut them
In the Earth
I say a prayer?
And before dying
The feline found
In my shed
A shredded
Cardboard box
Lined
With a torn towel
To lie on before
To die on?
That cat
She made me
A host
Worthy
Of a citation
For hospitality.
7 Loop de Loop
The train took us
(4 or 5 hundred)
A few days before
The Soviets
Occupied Weimar
And took us
By way of numerous
Railway station
Turned into
Ammunition dumps
To Vilseck
A military camp
In a Bavarian wood
Threwn all about
With fagot sized
Phosphorus bombs
Vilseck became
Our ‘Waldecke’ aka
Corner of the wood
A kind of
Jerseck/ Jerusalem
For the unwanted
Who when deloused
Hastened to
School their heirs
In the ‘consciousness’ of the
Murderous city borne
‘Civilization’
Wherefore
The poet, age 12
Finished 5th grade in a
III months mini-marathon
That brings to mind
The stupefied will of
The asunder torn
Deplorables
Vilseck was a school
In reverse pareidolia*
Why Picasso
Did not paint
A Guernica of and for
The Forest People
But made cry
Over potted
Flowers
And English lords
Silenced
J-e-r-u-s-a-l-e-m
“And is the Lamb of
God,
(Ever)
On
our pasture seen?”
And caused the English
Forget that a ‘yarn’
Used to be
A lamb
And King John
A baptist
From Luddonium
Was replaced with
A boy king
And thereafter
Only William Blake
(Safely dead)
Dared mention
That England, too
Had a Jerusalem
Where on
A mattress of
A straw threwn floor
Lambs and luddies
from Nottingham
(legally)
bombed out of
Barn and home
By merciless missionaries
In service of
Christian Lords
Then by way of
Bamberg, Amberg
To a basement room
At 12 Beutauklingen Strasse
In Esslingen am Neckar
Whence on to New York
And Boston
Where a couple
Keeping a house
For orphans
Gave room and board
In return for
A helping hand
And
In the afternoons
While
The orphans slept
A game of chess
With Captain Smitty
Mother was tried
To be
Fucked again
By some doctor’s
Overgrown son
But escaped
And went to work
In Filenes basement
And manage
A hotdog stand
The captain played
A game
I could not win
For if I won
Ol’ Seadog was succored
(To the chagrin
Of Delores)
by Nellie
In the attick bedroom
Next to mine
Had Nellie but
Had the courage
To lay me too
Perhaps I would
have
Stayed on
But she had a
son
I was not to userp
Which is why I
played
The harmonica
To Valvala
Who spoke
The nicest
words
I ever heard:
”I am ready
For you, Robin!
I am ready!”
I was too untutored to know
What she meant
The world continued
Upside down
News came
Who knows
By what whisper
Intrigue
Was dead1941.09.23
Of stomach pains
At the Solimska saltmines
In knazina Rs
My grandmother’s
(Mother’s mother)
Arms
To celebrate
The story went
her birthday1881.09.10*
*Salmonella poisoning takes more than a week before one
dies of it.
Intrigue bought
(On the whim of a curse
Never imagined
it followed her
like a drone)
A can of sprats
Time collected its tolls
And bought the Poet
A ticket to Inchon7, 1953
The Poet was among
A few thousand
fucked-up men
Serving humankind
Through the good offices
Of the u.S. of ssss
All born
Headstrong
Like mushrooms
Through asphalt roads
To women fucked
On the quick
By men of
unfurnished minds
Like others
I stared bewildered
At bare breasted
Korean peasant women
Walk ten paces
Behind their men
Who flicked
The vipers
On the road
Back into the
Rice paddy
I read the Standard
Military issue
New Testament
And when
In our tent
Destitute daughters of
Destitute peasants
Went from
cot to cot
Selling troops
Their Vaseline
Petrolled pussies
I turned
to my other side
Wherefore
My brothers-in-arms
Soon thought of me
As one ”stuck-up”
Who
Aided by a sock
In the darkness
of
His sleeping
bag
Did his best
To remain
A sovereign
prick
Months later
On R and R
A ‘Rest and Recuperation’ trip
In a Japanese
Whorehouse
In Kobe
Maya asked me
”Will you marry me?”
Thoughtlessly
I blunted ”No”
Then
Embraced her
We both wept
Taking thought
Maya then took me
To a shrine
For fucked-up children
Where aborted children
Sat in long rows
Dressed as dolls
On the temple’s
Shelves
I understood
Maya’s despair
Fully
Only decades
later
(when by way of
Many loop de
loops
Ginnies and
carousells)
Back in Latvia
I asked
A fiftyish
hitchhiker
What she
thought of
Latvia regaining
Its independence
She touched my
hand
(not my thigh)
And replied:
”I am almost
ready
To become
A whore”
Again
I was struck dumb
As I watched
The ‘deplorables’
of
My ‘renewed’ country
led
By the good
offices of
Quickly
fucked-up
Government deputies
Left hand
beholdig in
The right hand
A lacqeuered
fist
Dragged along
The highways
And byways of Gotland
Prove
Once again that
In Latvia
All Moravians
Were long dead
By the will of
Consenting Lutherans
And patriotic
politicians
Done in Korea
I told a sargeant
Pulling rank
”Go fuck yourself!”
And was sent
To dig a hole
To be filled
With shit
By my replacement
I returned to Boston
Where
For reasons unknown
Boston University
Refused my application
To study theology
Perhaps
The doormen
Of the department
suspected
I could tell
Go fuck
To anyone
Wherefore
I took to English
And signed up
For a poetry seminar
with Robert Lowell
Who had written
Prize winning
”Lord Weary’s Castle”.
Though I had
heard of
Herzog Bluebeard
I had never heard of
Skunk Hour
Or ‘confessional’ poetry
Yet by some
Inward fury
Pilloried to the page
Such words as:
”...Bloodpost
Will become
Life again”.
Thereafter
I collapsed incoherent
Frozen in blood
With white maned Max
In a ditch
Back in August, 1944
Life demanded
I dare live it all
Before it thaws
So, here I am
Age eighty-six
As the Greek vase
pictures Jason:
Spit from
The serpent’s gut
Like a fish
Parboiled
Raped
Outraged
Gone sharkey-mad
In the steams of cities
More bile
Than blood
8 In Remembrance of Serge
As
T. S. Eliott once wrote”:
“...Do
not ask
'What
is it?'
Let us go
and make our visit”
Then
We will see
If
the replacement of
Space between trees
By city streets
Equals
The delight
In the eyes of
Blueberry pickers
Or looks like a smirk
On a billionaire’s or
Comrade St.alin’s
Face
Standing in the balcony
Of one of
Babylon’s factory towers
Waving
Off and away
Mother Nature
Thank you maming her
For the
Multiple whams
She had afforded them*
*The U.S. Marines have a limmerick that goes: ”Wham, Bam, thank you, Mam!” It’s a male
soldier’s crude way of dealing with service oriented sex.
The haze in
A Beelzebub’s
Alcohol befogged eyes
Drifts through
The Kremlin’s
Dining rooms
And rests on
Nadezhda’s crotch or
The White House Garden
And Melanie’s
Blueberry patch
Or some other
Heavenly palace
Filled with
Despairing dervishes
Going
Loop de loop
Until Nadezhda
Cries Alleluia! and
Instead of shooting
Dear Joseph
Dze Jughashvili
Committs suicide
And proves Joseph
A skunk spraying
Cologne of vodka
Across a
Moscva bridge
In early mornings
Recruting the ghosts of
God forsook kulaks
Come and wash
The coagulated
Blood splattered
Leather kilts
Of the butchers
Of muzhiks*
In the cellars
Of the Lubyanka
Insurance Company
In Latvian such noblemen (usually of ghermanic origin)
were called ‘muizhnieki’, a word derived
from ‘muizh’ (?mugh=mega) and meaning one who is a ‘perpetual’ (muhzh/mūž)
overlord (like an officer over enlisted men) over native ‘deplorables’ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PCHJVE9trSM . The word muzhik became a prefix for owners of large tracts of land. In
other words, a ‘muizhnik’ is a category of human being brought into being by
Catholicism to eliminate the Sovereign Being of the Common People. In times that
were specifically Catholic, the Common People were called ‘pagans’ (Herders),
which word in later times was pronouncec ’peasants’, while today its meaning is
‘populist’.
St.alin, educated by Catholic indoctrinated
Russian Ortodox priests of Georgia, misundersood the Peasant Revolution of
Russia as a revolution on behalf workers of the city. The ‘worker’ was a class
of human beings—brought into being by Gherman Muzhiks who (from around yhe 11th
and 12th centuries https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/extra/A2MFANtn3Z/hanseatic_league on)--began to overrun and seed Russian (then Tartar) lands
with Augustinian notions about a ”City of (Supernatural) God” https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_City_of_God governed by a ‘Muzhik’ who had immigrated from a land known
as the German Holy Roman Empire. Trained to accept linear thought as the sine qua non of intelligence, St.alin
did all in his power to cause of the First ‘Armageddon of Revolutions’, and brought about
a belated secularized version of the Holy Empire.
**The St.alin paradox, with its matrix Western
sorced, is that like Peter the Great, St.alin understood that to
resist the West succesfully, he had to copy its methods of industry and warfare.
This made the ‘Soviet’ Revolution, in esence a belted ‘peasant’ reaction to the
murder of their forebears—the Forest People—terrorist and Armageddon-like.
So much
For the psyche
Cured in the
sewers of
A modern city:
Where ‘scientists’
turn
Letters into
numbers
Which
Become the property
Of reborn muzhiks
Who love to
Dream of Nadya
Naked
Under the table
With skirt
drawn
Over and above
Her buttocks
Waiting for St.alin
To pull aside
The table cloth
and
Ask her to
raise
Her arse a little
higher
So he and his executioners
May either
Give her
the bang
She is asking
for or
Spray her face
Their cheeze-caked
Semen
Nadya’s
Failure to kill
him
(Which is why
She committed
Suicide)
Had St.alin
became
A portrait
Of Man-God*
Who killes anyone
Who transgresses
His line of
sight
*Nadezhda https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nadezhda_Alliluyeva killed herself after she failed to gather enough courage to
put a bullet of her ”toy pistol’ into St.alin’s
heart. It was St.alin who thereafter named the pistol a ”toy”. It was a present
to Nadezhda from her brother Pavel. Of course, St.alin guessed ‘the
toy’s’ true intent. It enraged him; and instead of fucking her, he had her
drugged and buried alive. (Who is to guess the truth?) Instead of flowers, he
retched over her grave the, so-called, Great Purge or Great Terror of 1936-1938 in
which over a million ‘kulak’-farmers were executed https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Purge .
With King-God (as an extention of Man) killed little by
little crucifixions, and the attempt at His resurrection through Jesus Christ
an obvious thousand year failure, dwellers of ‘The Holy City’ upped their
claims to the benefices of life by increasingly identifying themselves as hosts
to a humankind exiled from the Eden (wood) of Nature’s God, and declared
themselves to be humankind’s law-makers.
In effect, all who lived on the other side of a city’s or
suburbia’s last street were to be considered homeless and ‘bare humanity’, which
can be eliminated or disappeared at the Will of the City https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Homo_sacer . In political terms the notion of ‘bare humanity’,
legitimized the elimination of any nation as a community of People In my country of Latvia the natives are now called
‘dwelingers’/ inmates (iedzīvotāji) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=um03_9C7b_g.
Though the calamity of the ‘Holy’ Supernatural emerged most
clearly of human nature born and raised in City environments https://www.youtube.csom/watch?v=LWCe_b_8ZlM , it was accompanied by a refusal to acknowledge that the
source for destruction was the City (of God).
Though preaching that the Supernatural God was ”all good”,
by refusing to acknowledge that the beholders of this theology were using it to
license murder for their benefice, the theology became a Supernatural Evil
inherent within the Supernatural system.
The worst of this Doctrine of Horror was that it caused a
near Supernatural sense of guilt to all not actively subscribing to it.
For example, when Nadezhda perceived that St.alin, her
husband, was a murderer and had to be killed to avert further murders, her
sense of guilt over becoming an sinstrument of his death, was so great that she
would (rather than avoid over a million deaths among the people of the forest)
sooner kill herself.
In other words, a subscription to the notion that God is
”all good” and also a Supernatural Being, when introduced to the human psyche
(by a long history of existentially violent ritualistic impositions),
results—as it were—in an epileptic seizure of the Natural mind and
consciousness. Unlike Jezabel, Nadja failed to destroy murderous Sisera (Judges
5:26 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sisera ) as Jael had been able to do.
Though the City born continue to fail recognize
themselves as an exceptionalist species of Uebermenshen, who they in fact
presume themselves to be, their pretentious innocene is tearing like a nuclear wildfire https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HULW-ODeqLg through city streets. For centuries the destruction of the Natural world goes unrecognized, unopposed,
and unresisted. This in spite of the idiot-savant like answers with which our
city dominated civilization responds to the catastrophe https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BB5U8Goa_iY (note how the profesor believes that more air
conditioning—and academic gas—will solve the problem).
Women are the actual birthers of the human race, whyfor they
are closer to Nature. Men, on the other hand, have been the protectors of
communities (families, tribes, countries), which circumstance caused them to see
themselves as the ones to sacrifice their lives if circumstances demanded it https://www.everypainterpaintshimself.com/article/mengs_christ_on_the_cross_1761-9
. Thus, God and community is consequent to the self-sacrifice
of life by a male more often than a female.
***It is worth noting that The Great Spirit was
the name for God, when humankind lived in the wood or field, where every day life
passes relatively unchanged. Once the self-sacrificial male became
metamorphosed into God, Life was replaced by Consciousness as it suggested that
like behavior befits every man. Regretably, selfconsciousness gtends to project
the ego, a phantasm, that in the course of time lost God His charismatic nature,
which was replaced by the characteristics of empires and reichs.
Tempered in
Globalist
ice-waters
St.alin
Inserted his
Supernaturally
stiffed
Mind
Among the
living
By forcing
awake
Memories of
Millions of deaths
As sating a smorgasbord
Of evil
As any Satan
Could wish
But the Latvian
Government
Has not had
enough
Of imported
Halloween
parties
Peasants are outod
Fashion
Shout post-Soviet
Latvian Stuchkas
Ridding Latvia
of
Peasants is
Our task
The time is
come
For state paid
funerals
For everyone
And trips
to the moon
Who cares if Sergey
(No saint)
Dies an
alcoholic
In a ditch
We need the money
He spends on vodka
To keep our
cities
Growing and the
Dead buried
Let human ants
Flying to Mars
Replace
Our Romas
Of pine needles
and
Stalks spun
In trees or
footprints
In grass
Superior piles
of
Iron stressed
Torn asunder
Cities of
concrete
Topped by
Crematory chimneys
and birthday
cakes of
Spiritual chaos
will be
Our tomorrows
*As the word ‘pagan’ is derived from the word ‘pa+gan’ (meaning
herder, ‘pa+yan’/jan), so ‘roma’ is derived from a now forgotten word for home,
nest, or cradle. When warlords and muzhiks began deforestation and introduced
agriculture, people who had dwelts in forest Romas, fled from their millenium old habitats.
The flights of the pagans took place on foot, in horse
drawn wagons, by boats https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hCop3IGZH2o . While today it is believed that the Roma (gypies, zigeuner
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EqutgWA58V8&list=RDQTEokyBCYLk&index=2
) originated in India, it is more likely that they are of
any number of ‘Romas’ in the wood the world over. To siscredit it. the name ‘Roma’
was appropriated by the Catholic Church for its sole use. In the poet’s country
of Latvia, there are records of hundreds of place names called ‘Romas’. True to the contemptuous
attitude of the post-Soviet Latvian government for all things of preindustrial
age, the original homesteads of the Latvian people are a matter of indifference for Pop-culturalized
city-zen bureaucrats pushing ‘abstract’ art.
The more
We forget
The greater
The creativity
Of idiots
savants
Once upon a
time
A Soviet era
Countryside policeman
Did best he
could to
Become the star
At every
village party
Sergey’s chance
came
Because
The police car
Was a handy vodka
ferry
In early
morning hours
When the cupboards
of
The celebrants
ran dry
It was then
Sergey
Summoned St.alin
To his side
And went bang bang
On the door of
The liquor
store manager
During one such
party
Sergey’s partner
Laid his wife
Which is why
Sergey clubbed
him
And was
relieved
Of his duties
for
Unsoviet conduct
Foe thirty
years
Thereafter
Swrgey debauched
Now
Standing beside
his coffin
(touch Sergey’s
Folded hands
Covered by
His sister’s
tear soaked
Handkerchief)
Is an endeavour
Of remembrance
Of times
Of which
I am a belated
Discoverer
When Tsarina Katerina I
Let Generalina Magdalena
Keep the pension of
Her husband (d. 1727)
She may
Have imagined that
Through Magdalena
She may someday
Become
the re-Creatrix
(So to speak)
Of raped over
Ancient Belarus
of which the Eastern
Latvian dialect
(is held in contempt
By proper Latvians
To the West)
from whose midst
She (Katerina I)
By Satan’s grace
May have been
Worried at sword’s
end
From a milk maid
Ņamed ‘Milda’
Into a Latvian whore
Indifferent to whether
She was milking teats
For new born calves
Or pricks of
NATO maggots worming
Their way to
Her bloody green
Copper crotch
Atop Riga’s
‘Freedom’ monument
(Incredibly) broadcasting
The hymn
Known as The
Tower of Light
Where from she could
(at some propitous moment)
Demonstrate the
Birth of
A sovereign nation
With courageous
Enough leaders to
Defend and die for
their motherland
Instead, Milda
Is being
Fucked-up again
By Latvia’s own
Government pimping
For Ecumenia’s billionaires
Ready for forward looking
America
To fuck Russia*
And signal
It can fuck everyone
At anytime
*The post Soviet government of Latvia (and indeed of the
Baltics) is a gathering of fortune seekers ‘on the make’. The Baltic
governments (installed by secretive Nato sponsored intelligence agency known as
Gladio) quickly transformed themsrlves in superior quislings, who have
succeeded beyond the West’s wildest dreams in eliminating the cultural identity
of the Balts to the northeast of Old Prussia https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dumUTrqdyUA
.
Partially, the success is due to the small number of
native inhabitants as well as due to the decimation of native forests, which in
the past played an important role in the defense of the lands and indigenous
cultures. A concerted program of depopulation of the countryside and city
building enabled foreign political powers to easily bribe, corrupt and persuade
local authotities to their cause. The strategy known as ”Shsock” therapy https://www.thenation.com/article/harvard-boys-do-russia/ , now under the control of NATO, was once known by the Gherman
name of ‘Ost-Siedlung’ or Settlement
of the East. Without exaggeration, the program has been in effect ever since
the incursions of the Tutonic Knights https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G8_Qh-9bxS8 . The object of the strategy in our day is to threaten Moscow and
eliminate the Baltic states as a buffer zone.
The staying power of the coercive gathering of a city
based Latvian government is largely
based on a corrupt American Empire’s desire to stay in power—nomatter what the cost.
Moscow is but a little more than 400 miles from the
borders of the Baltic countries, which is about the same distance as from Kiev
to Moscow. In effect, the city based U.S. government is using the Baltic states
in the same manner it uses the state of Israel: to exert control over the
people and oil wells in the Middle East.
Today
(following St.alin’s
Failed Armageddon
Of Revolution 1),
No one gives
Katerina I
Or Magdalena credit
But belies
18th century
Latvian and Russians
History
For the fantasy of
A trip to
Mars or Moon
A post-Soviet
‘Renewed’ Latvia
Government
Lets Riga
Filled to overflowing
With Latvians
Fucking their
Forbears
To rid them of
Their honor
With no idea
whether
The future ends
At a grave
Where hope
Is found
In money blown
On fireworks
And military
parades
With Abram
tanks
And
advertisements
Calling for
A UNITED LATVIA,
While celebrating
its
100th
Anniversary
Remembering
Nothing real but
A parliamentary
Ego only
A 100 years ago
There was
Pretention
That Latvians
Came of ancient roots
To prove which
Most children
Could sing
A 100 folk songs
Today
‘Beat-the-rich’
Rappers sing
Ironic songs of
”Too much money
In the bank”
History has been
Assimilated into
A faked story
Where the past
Of Latvia is
Like God
Who returns
But no longer needed is
Put down for spelling like
A dog
Today
Latvian Luddies
Have been driven
Off their land
Into cities
Where pornography’s
Own Adam
Kneels
Before Judith and
Sings:
I love you,
I need you,
I want you
To sit on my face
Never mind
The whores of
Babylon
Tempted by
Politicians who
For the sake of
Sex and fame
Replace their
dicks
With rolls of
Paper dollars
Around a thing
Mary likes to
suck
10. A Kebab of Lamb
When I returned
To Latvia
(After
I was surprised
To hear
Teenagers
(Who came visit
Looking for summer jobs)
Ask:
What are you
Doing here?
Why are you here?
The poet’s
reasons
Were a mystery
to them
They knew of no
past times
They knew no
history
There was no
song
That sang
“For auld lang syne,
My jo,
For auld lang syne
My dear”
For five bucks
Young women
Were ready to
Jerk and
Fuck anyone:
If I did not
An Afghan
In London
Was sure to do
What he could to
Persuade her
In postSoviet Latvia
It was fuck
Thieve
Lie
and
Betray time
Former Soviet
Baskeball players
Pretending to be of
Noble birth
Became Prime Ministers
And
Collected rich dividends
Pedling alcohol
While Latvian Ludds
Were sent packing
To have existential orgasms
Packing chicken legs
In England
The abandoned community
(Renamed by globalists
‘Nazis’,
’SS’)
Had to bear
Its parliamentary democracy’s
Unzippered dickheads
Sucking up the stage
For applause
Where they
As God’s own
Took bows
while banging
Stalwart
Mary Magdalene
In the arse
The young had
Never seen
their
Alcohol
besotted fathers
Proud or
Slam the car door
On the fingers
of
Riga Riga
In St.alin’s
Paradise
They had been
Shelled out as
Tidly wink and
Watermellon
seeds
Down the toilet
I had to let
The question of
The youths
Become one
I had to ask myself:
Why indeed
”In Xanadu
Did Kubla Khan
a stately pleasure dome
Decree?”
And himself to
A bastard country
Return
Only after leaving Riga
And moving to live
In the countryside
Did the Poet understand
How Riga had faked
And fucked-ups
‘Renewed’ Latvia
Though heI was of
Synes sake
Syne
Was no longer:
The young were born
Into a land
Were the murder of
Grandsparents
Is as acceptable
As the death of
A cockroach on
Thanksgiving Day
By virtue of aging
The Poet too
Thinks he was better off
Dead
Than spooking the
Hip-hopping Latvian youth
With stories
From thence
For synes sake
A spooky female roach
Was made president
And honked:
”We are mighty
We are
All we imagine”
Betrayal and Ulmanis
(what and who
Surrendered
The country
50 years lang syne)
Are as noteworthy as
As a story re-read
In a newspaper in
Countryside outhouse
Nevertheless
Intrigue Galore
Had already
(Together with reborn
PostSoviet Latvia’s
Culture Fund)
Negotiated
A new career for herself
As a
Newly discovered
”Queen of the press”
She rewrote the
Resurrection story
As surely as
The US embassy
Flies
The flag of
Latvian trannies
With U.S.’s own
To no one’s shame
Gladio in Latvia
has risen like
A new fangled Jesus
From the bones of
John the Baptist*
To screams of
Latvian trannies
Enjoying an
Anal orgasm
Given by
American-Latvian
Gladio agents—
Whether from Australia
Boston or Chicago
The Romas* of
*Romas were homes, camps, or hubs of the forest people
such as Robin Ludd (the Hood) around which turned the Sun and the daily life of
a community. Though Catholic Christian dogma has monopolized the name for the
Vatican, it retains a presence in speech through derivatives such as ‘rite’,
‘ritual’, ‘recite’, ‘rythm’, ‘rise’, ‘ring’, ‘roam’,‘run’, ‘return’, ‘round’,
‘road’, etc.
Their forebears
Are but mounds
Of dirt
In the middle
of
A potato field
left over from
Amelioration of
the land
To make room
For pig farms
Or rivers
turned into
Straight ditches
The Latvian young
Saw no sense
To ‘father’ or
‘motherland’
But preferred
Elvis sing
‘Hound Dog’
And called
Their fathers
Humor
One for
children
The wonted
‘Singing
revolution’
Of the Baltic
Nations
Was but
Gladio
propaganda
Preparing the
way for
NATO and
American
occupation*
*The ruling elites in the Baltics of today form the core
of the Gladio-CIA sponsored post-Soviet castrasted Latvian government (its
memberhip recruited from among American-Latvian and NATO-Latvian aģents). Even
as native born Latvians are encouraged to lose memory of the history of their
homeland in favor of ‘up dated western (European) valuess’, the post Soviet
Latvian government keeps alive the memory of the region of Abrene https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abrene_County . This
to leave open an old wound https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rbPiUGycbVg
for the sake of a potential provocation—at the
whims of Amerika—against Russia.
Though the ‘baricades’ (of 1991) expressed real desires of
the Baltic Ludds to renew their national communities, the publicity was
provided by Western intelligence agencies and Latvian quislings in exile
seeking lucrative employment in Bruxelss or Strasburg, administrative venters
in what was believed to be a rising post WW2 european Empire. Once ‘renewal’
was achieved, there was no further interest by the Latvian government in the
real circumstances that lost atvia its freedom and honor in 1940. Already by
1993, one (Ādolfs Buķis) protested the ‘renewal’ of Latvia with an
(unacknowledged) sacrificial suicide https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freedom_Monument at the foot of the
Freedom monument https://timenote.info/lv/Adolfs-Bukis-01.01.1935. The
suicide’s note was said to be of NO importance and its content was not revealed.
The Parliament in Riga government made sure that a mindful Latvian community was
dead
The voice of
The community
Was broken
Under the screw
of
The garroters wrench
Turned by descendants
Of refugees
become
Quislings
In the West
Poverty
Whoring, theft
Unemployment
Emigration
Depopulation
Alcoholism
Forest
decimation
All were loosed
By the parasitic
wasps
Come to
reposess
Riga
And scorch
the countryside
with persuasive
rap
And leave the Ludds
die
In a water
filled bucket
Filled to the
brim
With drowning
mice
Dancing hip-hop
In Latvian
fashion
Of course,
The degree of
Sadism employed
Is Top secret
Dissent is silenced
By spectacular
Public ceremonies
Where the licking of
Of fake documents
And books
Takes place
With erotic intensity
When the 100th
Anniversary of
Latvia’s founding
Is celebrated
By the fake state
The history of which
Is become like
A kebab of lamb
Turning
On a Viking’s spit
11 Stalled On A Ladder
In our neck of
The wood
Silence reigns
The doves are
muted
No cries of
”You-oo-Who-o-oo !”
From berry pickers
Ululates across
The cranberry marsh
But a whisper
Of wind
Swings the trees
As dew gathers in
Our eyes
Awaiting
Baba Yaga’s iron teeth
The chainsaws
Of the executioners
In the ‘Holy cities’ of
Bruxell,
Moscow, Washington
And Riga Riga Riga
All rip-ready
To tear the at the throats
Of Latvia’s own
R-E-A-L politic rules
The lands
Where
Latvian Luddies
Once spoke
The gentlest
of languages:
Dear this
Dear that
Dear God
Instead*
*The Latvian language (a language of a people who give
evidence of coming of tribes that used to make
home in the wood) suggests that it is of a people who are a remnant of
an aboriginal population that went extinct in the Middle ages with the aurochs https://www.fossilhunters.xyz/disappeared-species/aurochs.html .. both
of which (auroch and homo sapiens)
‘animals’ were taken down in the deadly battles between the Western and
Eastern orthodox Christian churches and their secular sponsors. Despite its
rugged nature, the environment of the wild also nurtures https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QF_TI35SjbQ , and
enabled the evolution of a language in which every noun may be endeared and every
verb gentled. This language—now subject to the cynical environment of concrete
encased cities which nurture caprious egoes, is becoming as extinct as the wild,
the wood and its divine inhabitants.
A song of mutes
Begs to hear
The Ludds pataphrase
A nightmare
Into song:
”A mute heaven
Is like an old hat
Shoved down
Over my ears:
I hear no voice
That is my own”
Not only is
The language
Of mothers
And lullabies
Forgotten
Anger
Is called
Hate
Love
Is fucked-up
Helter skelter
By city malcontents
Dreams and hopes
Of exiles
Are lost in
The deep dusk of
Wine-dark dreams
Which seep
from the sky
Down
The steps of
A Maya pyramid
With piles of
Bodies
Dropping from Mars
amassing
At the foot of its steps
An hour
Before Armageddon 2
Dire forebodings
Christmas time 2019
Santa Claus twiches
Among
Those in the pile
I find me
Sitting next to
My brother
Complaining to him
Over my losses
On Wall Street
But he shakes his head
And tells
He too is dead
And remembers
Little of
The painting that has
The girl from Capri
With the jug
of water
on her head
Which
As war
Pulsed about
And with wounded
Soldiers crowded into
What used to be
Our bedroom
The Poet
(As an eleven year old)
Climbed his mother’s bed
And took
From the wall
As if it were there
As a pearl earring
And rolled it
Around a broomstick
Forty-six years later
The hole that
Held the nail
That held the girl
With the water jug
Was still there
Before postSoviet Latvians
Burnt the house
Down
I call my brother
A thief
His wife a queer and
His son unreal
He looks at me
In disbelief
Until the dream
Makes us
climb down
The pyramid
Cross the street
And go to my apartment
Where I remember
I promised
I Ching
I would pick her up
At work at 11
My watch shows
11:10
We rush
To my car
I get as far as
The highway
I turn right
But the headlights
will not turn on
I bang
The steering wheel
And pull to the curb
John looks at the Poet:
”What is the matter?
Don’t you remember
Your wife divorced you
She is spilt milk
Only starved cats will
Go for
Try calling
Joan of Ark
The milkmaid
Whose womb
Some Poet proposed
Ceasaring to
Gain his lost self
Another day
”She saved France
Did she not?
”She will not flinch
From the sight of
Our intestines
Swallowed
By Latvian hyenas
”Our sister
Full of pickled
Christian righteousness
Spares no effort
To disappear us
According to her book
Unworthy heirs of Jesus
Yet left no road marker
At her grandmother’s
Birthplace
But for the red thread
You did not either”
I have nothing
But a nod
For an answer
With her animus
tutored by
Exceptionalism
An obsession
Made believable by
A blessing of guilt
Littered all the way
To El Paso
With collateral damage
We sit
Mute and entombed
In my dream
I turn the radio dial
The announcer speaks:
”New England
Has joined California
And Texas
And has declared
Itself independent
Food prices in cities
Rise rapidly
Mass exodus from
Chicago continues
Down the Mississippi
New Yorkers evacuate to
Africa
Congo calls it
An invasion
Putin orders evacuation
Of Moscow
United Nations calls for
Outlawing of agriculture
Declares it harmful to
Planet Earth*
Prime Minister Zumzum of
Canada says that in
The future
Governments
Will be unnecessary
* Beginning about 2025, U.S. farmers began to block food
and energy suppliess to the cities and began to demand that the country be holomoderized of city-zens. To assure
themselves victorty, farming was replaced by gardening. Due to the extended
financial crisis and collapse of accustomed markets, there occurred a belated
awakening to the fact that agriculture was not the result of a natural
development that was beneficial to civilization, but was violently introduced
by ancient agricultural princes https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Wd46MRkNWU of
the Indus valley https://www.britannica.com/topic/Indus-civilization
and a subsequent enslavement https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EGm5la_EO-A of the human
population to the city, money, and a life of consumption. It is dawning on
so-called ‘experts’ that human beings can readily provide for their food needs by
gardening (indeed, it is necessary to do so for rasons of mental healtj) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h_cfy4FOdT8 alone.
This is not to say that this reversal occured without
resistance from farmers and others https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=veCa13HEh5w accustomed to think like the governments they were slaving for. Large farms, whether
in America or China, where governments had habituated populations to the idea that
city life is a great achievement, and that turning planet Earth into a Catholic
City of God was the purpose of human life, screamed, as the saying goes,
”bloody murder”. Still, necessity engendered by reality prevailed.
Rising bankcrupcies of small farms, combined with hysterical
real estate companies adding to the sense of the catastrophe visiting cities
and their markets everywhere, began to deliberately bankrupt farms, and subdivide thousands of
hectares of land into 5 acre garden lots, which they sold to city-zens fleeing
to the countryside.
Unlike the case of Latvia (1919), where a proposal by
Latvian country people to withhold food from Riga (yet largely a Gherman city)
was sabotaged by Petrograd educated Latvian Leninist Stuchka https://academic.oup.com/ajcl/article-abstract/38/1/196/2580897?redirectedFrom=PDF . At that time American liberal capitalist orientation to accumulate
‘money’ was still presumptuous enough to think that Armageddon 2 was but another passing phase in the life cycle of
eternal Capitalism. Unfortunately for Latvian peasants of 1919 (and Ukrainians
of 1932), Stuchka and Stalin were persuaded of the inevitable—at least for the
near term—victory of the capitalist model for civilization. Stuchka, reprsesenting
the Kremlin, threatened to deprive the Latvian peasants of their land, livelihood,
and lives, more than a decade before Stalin did the same in the Ukraine.
In spite of the opposition, by 2025 the movement initiated
by America’s small farmers was successful. As Russian and Chinese navies (each
for their own reasons) blocket ships carrying wheat and potatoes from the
Ukraine reaching New Yan Francisco, and President Trump, leader of the
anti-urbanist forces, urged city dwellers to desert for the countryside,
American cities became deserted islands of concrete, and urban holodorization became
a dread reality.
The Vatican admits that
Before Jesus was Jesus
He was John the Baptist
Calls for the Baptist’s
Resurrection
I listen without
Blinking an eye
So do
Millions of others
I start the car again and
Look where best to
Drive off the road
Then gun the car across an
Open field until
The chassis gets cluttered
And hangs up and
Wheels spin on a
Stack of last year’s
Corn stalks
I wake up
In a sweat
But still alive
Fall into
A fault
Of plowed earth
My nostrils fill with
The smell of
Soilent green
The air fills with
Whining drones
Sent by the Police of
The enlightened
An angel appears
And says:’
I cannot say ”No”
I say:
”Show me”
She unbuttons my fly
And comes down
Screams of
Come free
The Poet
Of His flesh.
12. The Shadow Survives
Its Object
Memory stakes revenge
By remembering nothing
Near death overwhelms
Woodless Eden
With nirvanas of
Orgasms of
Unconditional love
No surprise that
Hung men
Die
With an erection
And Muslim heaven
Is filled
With belly dancers and
Lesbian Roman guards
Roll dice over which
Will receive God’s
Semen soiled
Loin cloth
”Alas! In what tatters
Humankind.
”It is time
I go”.
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