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The Story Of A Honeless European / A Family Epic                                   

By © Anton Vendamenc, 2019

T

he

Story

Of

A Homeless

European

An poem                       By © Anton Vendamenc, 2019

CONTENT

Introduction         Once Upon A Time ^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qwb3P0fuM1c}

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 Misha

9. Livonia’s Cubed Wonderland

10. A Kebab of lamb

11. Stalled On A Ladder

      12. The Shadow Survives Its Object

In times past poets evoked emotions by summoning images from Nature. One of the better such examples 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?) Today such bonds with nature as expressed by the poem 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 happened so suddenly, unexpectedly, that the replacement became known as ‘confessional’ poetry’. One reason for naming the shift away from Nature with such a curious name (Wm. Blake named such a shifting as of “dark Satanic Mills” ^{https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/And_did_those_feet_in_ancient_time} ) was that with Nature removed as a reference, all that is left is one’s inner emotional life, often nakedly sexual in nature. An active voice in the transfer of the past into the present “dark” age was the American poet Walt Whitman ^{https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walt_Whitman} with his collection of poems called “Leaves of Grass”. A hundred years later Whitman was succeeded by Robert Lowell, with “Skunk Hour” ^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hSlcc2b02yc} being his most often quoted poem.

Surealy enough 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) “The Story of A Homeless European”

Canto 1. How It Began

F

irst

A reminder

Of the story

Of the rape of

Europa

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BFyT2dH6QIY  

S

econd

A definition

Of ’fuck’

As in fucked up

As if by some magic

By beings as if

Out of cyberspace

Then discarded

As mere meat

Or piece of fat

Or carion

”For the birds”

Fuckedbu up

Is a phrase

Often used

To describe

The useless

And superfluous

(Orphans

Children

Peasants

And other deplorables)

No one knows

What to do with

All the same

It i s an wxpression

Of a stuborn

Sovereign

And resilient „I am”.

I

 was fucked up for

The second time

So to speak

By

My desperate

And by war

Turned hysterical

And mindless

Mother

When she

(Having taken

No interest

In my father’s

Story)

Made love to

The young soldier

Of a German

Post Office troop

A leutnant who

^{of some priviledged German family}

Was seeking to escape

the malodorous winds

Of war and slaughter

As desperately

She was.

The only escape

Without

Being shot

By globe trotting

Crusading

Christian governments

(Of which

Hitler’s was one)

Or by

Scared

To death

Deserting

Soldiers

Hung by

Fake elites

Or military police

Was to forget war

And fuck

All women who

Too, were escaping

War

By fucking every

Fucker

Come their way

Love became

Like among dogs

Dog wag tongue

And cunt appears

Before it

A thousand years

Of luddy*

Wedding customs

Were blown away

For a fuck

*Luddy https://www.history.com/news/who-were-the-luddites --is an old name that preceeded and has now 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 in such names as Ludwig, Ludis, possibly 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  .

Ratherbthan

Expressing love

With an amorous touch

The luddies said

Making love was like

”Tearing the skin

Off the wire”

Use the wire

To bruise, sext,

Masturbate, bless,

And ”skunk with porn

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1-yaeY03-iU} ”

An entire millenium.

Fortunately

Fritz’s and Manya’s

Need for love

Fucked-up

No children

Only brusing

Memories.

    That was

    In 1944

    Seventy-five years ago

    Toward the end of

    WW2.

The officer was young

My mother was young

I was a young boy.

    I saw

    But did not yet

Understand

    what I saw.

    Life in the countryside

    Herding cows

Ad sheep

    Kept me naive:

Standing in warm cow pie

In a frost covered medow

Warming my bare feet

Was my idea

Of reality.

At that time

I still believed

Father was alive and

Would survive

And return from

Astrahan

Or Whereever.

I screamed for him

Tantrums of prayers

When alone.

No Buddha

Or Beatle

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QPnwlZsuS2Q}

Could ever

Convince me

Life levitates

On fantasy or dream,

Or some witless

Latvian author’s

Need for notoriety.*

*There have been numerous, government sponsored efforts (story, book, and theatre) in PostSovietLatvia to eliminate the achievements and contribution of my paternal grandfather and his forebears in the creation of Latvia. Whether this is the policy of the CIA’s ‘renewed’ Latvian government, or a mute death wish of a half-dead community (the PostSoviet government has for all practical purposes eliminated Latvian literature, criticism, intellect, and what used to be called Latvian culture) left rotting behind a Potemkin Village facade ^{https://www.google.com/search?q=image+potemkin+facade&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwj9uqau_JvkAhVPtIsKHX-8DpsQ7Al6BAgEECQ&biw=1030&bih=541}   --only the future will reveal.

    I did not know

Then

    That in his youth

    Father had been

A Cityzen*

*The poet uses the word ‘cityzen’ instead of ‘citizen’ to more clearly indicate the difference of one from the other.

Of tsarist Russia

Which fact

Turned him

    Into derivative human

    Of government

 ^{(For which fact the tsar and his family, were shot)}

   

It was a time

In my life

when no boy’s father

Could ever be

Someone

who could have

Fucked me up

Just for the fun of it

And without

Forethought.

I did not believe

I was of

A joke.

The joke was

    Father

Was already dead

A bullet

^{on the 13th of April, 1942}

Through his head

Pants full of shit

Compliments of

Diarreah

Brought up to the deck

in buckets

Of water

Which in one swoop

Dumped the shit

Of Stalin’s victims

Into the Volga

Then drew drink

To slake the thirst

Of haggard tourists

Destined

to be boarded

At Astrakhan’s

Little Kremlin

^{https://www.dreamstime.com/stock-photo-astrakhan-kremlin-image736810}

Neither father

Nor I

Knew that

Our woman in common

Left be on a farm

In a government sponsored

God forsaken land

By the grace of God

(or Chance)

Was fucking

A stranger to

(Perhaps)

Save her own

And her brood’s life.

Which is whyfore

This epic

Of a survivor.

Mother’s behavior

In front of the farm’s

Household*

*The poet’s aunt Emma (the owner of the ‘Sokleni’ farm in the Latvian countryside) was the youngest sister of the poet’s grandmother (who was born on the very farm). The poet’s mother, concussed by events, let herself to forget this, when she began her affair before the very eyes of the poet’s father’s relatives. For aunt Emma the humiliation was endured in silence, but deadly effect:  in order not to open her mouth in an involuntary scream, aunt Emma closed her mouth forever, ruling out the poet ever learning the content of her memories.

    Compelled

    Her Wehrmacht lover

    (Embarrassed by

Obvious inuendo)

    To make

Place

    On the Wehrmacht truck

    Next to sacks of mail

For mother, me, and

Sister and brother.

    Even as I

    An incomprehending witness

    That same evening

    With anti-aircraft shells

Exploding

Over the Koknese

Railroad station

    Saw them meet

To do

    Whatever it was

    They did

    From the other end

    Of the hay loft

    Above the garage

Next to

The railway tracks.

By some thanks

For ever not known

To who

Or fear

Induced caution

We escaped death.

That was

(The best I can

Determine)

On August 20,

1944  ^{https://www.google.com/search?client=firefox-b-ab&tbm=isch&q=soviet+attack+from+Madona&nfpr=1&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjmu_bj1v_aAhXRDOwKHbBSBt4QvgUIPCgB&biw=1031&bih=498&dpr=1.25#imgrc=_}

^{(Click on picture with truck to enlarge. Examine  closely.)}

In my stead,

Our white gelding,

Yoked to the wagon*

(*The household left the farm in the middle of a counter offensive a  day after we had gone)

Max

(White neck

Shredded by bullets)

Was killed

By a Soviet plane

Strafing

The country road.

Mother acknowledged

Her sins

On her deathbed
Telling the poet

In a whisper:

”I have forgiven God.”

For years thereafter

Above us

”a mute heaven stretched”

And ”a mute

Field of flowers lay”

^{Lyrics from a poem by the Latvian poet J. Peters}

It took me years

To grasp and admit

The horror the horror

Of what had

transgressed

And scrape out of

The pitch

Of painted over

Memories

That dead,

Too,

By the hand of

Her once husband’s

Much facelifted

Second wife

Intrigue Galore

https://www.google.com/search?q=photo+Emilija+Benjami%C5%86a&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjWppGukITjAhXMwosKHfI8AC0QsAR6BAgFEAE&biw=809&bih=541

Murdered

Was aunt Emma’s

Older sister,

My grandmother

Of course,

The murder

Is hearsay

Nothing special

More something

Overheard

Who knows when

In company forgotten

But etched on

Memory

By half forgotten

Subtle 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.

^{https://www.rt.com/news/453651-sheepdog-spain-slaughterhouse-flock/}  

Finds comfort

In the stench of

Bubbles

Gurgling

Calls for ”Help!”

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TsfcEoeNY74}

From the legendary castle

At the bottom

Of Latvia’s

Lake Word.

2 The Story of Grandmother

Only the Sun knows

The whyfors

Her forebears left

Or were taken

from Gorgan

^{https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caspian_expeditions_of_the_Rus'}

And oared

Perhaps as

Prisoners of war

Slaves

Or fuck flesh

To the north

Of the Caspian Sea

The Volga delta

Where they whiled

in Astrakhan

Fishing for sturgeon

Then were took up

The Volga

Whence they portaged

^{https://www.awesomestories.com/asset/view/Volga-River-Topography-Map}

To the Virgin River

^{aka Jaunava-Daugava}

Then through an

Ice-scoured land

Still rising

Out of the Baltic Sea

To a country

Now called Latvia

Where they were took

To a pirates

Roma

A nest of thieves

Like at Troy

Where Helen

^{https://www.behindthename.com/name/helen}

Was raped

Then had her body

Dressed

In a weighted net

And was cast

As food

For Baltic eels

^{https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/European_eel}  

Some of the fuck flesh

Was sold

To Gherman*

Skinners

At Sheepshead*

Today

A town in Latvia

Called Jelgava

*’German’ is a name with a complex history, one that derives from the word ‘gher’, which means sheep ^{https://www.iwto.org/history-sheep} and is related to ‘yurt’, which is a transportable home among nomads in Central Asia. It is likely that in later years they moved West and occupied much of Europe. Interestingly ‘yurt’ translates as ‘yehrs’, which word means sheep in Latvian; and ‘yarn’ in English. The Latvian city of Jelgava may derive from a composite word, re: Jehr/gher (or jehl)+galva = (raw +head of lamb), which may be visualized as a skinned head of slaughtered lamb or a head frowned by a crown of roses. Today ‘gher’ may also stand for fish or prawn ponds in Bangladesh ^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mBvnbYgheDg}, perhaps in remembrance that the name once stood for a pen of a flok of 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 in the Sahara and Spain.

Which town lies

But 30 miles south

Of Roma-Riga

Which is why

When the wind

Blew north

Riga

(The retching leech

Of annorexed Latvia)

Stank

As only

A curse

Of a Kriv*

*Grimm’s Law ^{https://www.britannica.com/topic/Grimms-law}  of consonant shifts enables one to translate ‘Krīv’, an Old Prussian name for priest, as ‘Clib’ (limp or cleft) and ‘Lud’ as ‘Rod’ or ‘Rus’

The clubfoot priest of Ludds

Could make stink.

By pretending

To be charcoal burners

The Iranians

Broke

From their captors

backtracked the Daugava

Then the Charcoal^Ogre River

To Where it

Intersected

the Charcoal road

that led to Riga

The oven’s.*

*The reputation of Riga as the home of wonders continues to be expressed in a potentially deadly game among schoolboys, in which the strongest boy asks a smaller classmate: “Do you wish to see Riga?” If the answer is “yes”, then the stronger boy seizes the head of the classmate between his hands andthusly holding him, lifts the boy off the ground. Another legacy of perverse Riga is the Latvian word for ‘pity’, re: zhehlot (žēlot), which is derived from the Spanish word ’garotte’ ^{https://www.alamy.com/execution-of-anarchists-to-garotte-in-jerez-de-la-frontera-1892-color-etching-image212430521.html}  , which was administered to ‘pagans’ by the ‘holy’ Roman fathers of Riga.

The Caspian natives

Then changed

Their name

From Gorgan

To Yuryan

And hid

In the woods

Alive

With other refugees

From Jerusalem*^Jersika

*Jersika-Jersey used to be the only kingdom in what is now Latvia. The kingdom was destroyed and its temples raised on or about 1209 by Bishop Alberts of Riga, who led the northeastern branch of the two pronged Albigensian Crusade waged by Pope Innocent III against AtchChristians whose word was trustworthy.

Most students of history know the Albigensian Crusade as one against the Cathars of Occitan ^{https://www.google.com/search?clienst=firefox-b-d&q=albigensian+crusade}  , which is part of southern France today. Most academic historians continue paying Catholic Christianity enough lip service for Western history to remain an enterprise in fakery. The poet contends that the Crusade was a coordinated attack against the remnants of archChristianity in southwestern and northeastern Europe. A less mentally constipated scholarship would admit Christianity to have existed in northeastern Europe for many years before it was destroyed by the princes of the Holy Roman Empire ^{https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Category:Maps_of_the_territories_of_the_Holy_Roman_Empire#/media/File:HRR_1400.png} . When the poet’s forebears came to the region of Livonia (about 1729), they found there a people still living in the forest, who insite of it had a receptive ear for the message of a Kingdom led by one King John (John Baptist or Krišjānis), aka Jesus.

Unfortunately, the Lutherans and other denominations, all proselatizers of Catholic theology, soon reaized the archaic content preached by Christian David ^{https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christian_David}  (the link is a good example of how Catholic Christianity stiil attempts to explain away a different theology than its own ‘holy’ secular version), and  instigated a campaign of genocide ^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BXL9VG6GoLU&t=950s}  against them in ‘Lutheran’ Latvia. It hardly bears mentioning that by today King John in Latvia has been killed by Christianized city borne Zionists as effectively as king John of England by the Magna Hartist ‘democrats’. Today the victims of Catholic Zionism are not only Moravian Herrnhuters and their descendants, but of the people of countryside the world over.

As Birnam wood was

Once come to Dunsinane

^{https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dunsinane_Hill}

To cover the head of sheep

With fleece.

It was

Where the eternal wood

(still left standing by

The forest Jews)

Makes memory

Stand still

And unnecessary

They awoke from

Dreams

Of blueberry blossoms

Turning into

Blueberry tulips

Spilling coal

And seed

From their flaming cups

Like rain of fire

It was here

Grandmother

(nee YuriYan)

Met my grandfather

And birthes

My father

Born 1892

The second

Of their five children.

In later years

A coo-coos call

Entangled father

 (as if by some miracle)

With Astrakhan’s

    Swamps and sands

Again

    But it was not

    A thousand year

A roundtrip to Iran.

    It ended

    Where the waters

    Of the Volga delta

    ^{https://www.google.com/search?q=photo+of+volga+delta&client=firefox-b-d&tbm=isch&source=iu&ictx=1&fir=lT38sWwbAaoFPM%253A%252COlfc9LVpo_PxOM%252C_&vet=1&usg=AI4_-kT6uqs6_FrtC-exIKTsDmnsXUM29A&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjO8PPpg97hAhXwwsQBHfvuCAkQ9QEwBHoECAkQDA#imgdii=KpzActmXFzolQM:&imgrc=lT38sWwbAaoFPM:&vet=1}

Feeds the last

Of the primordial

River’s sturgeons

^{https://old2015.danube-sturgeons.org/the-royal-fish-a-story-of-sturgeons-from-the-volga/}  

Though editor in chief

Of Latvia’s

Premier newspaper

Father never issued

A Mayday Mayday Mayday

Call

To the nation

It went

Blub, blub, blub

The way of a bottle

Filled with sand

Intrigue had a pillow

Stuffed

In father’s and

The nation’s face

Pagans,

Take a breath of that*

*What with all the participants in the event of Latvia’s occupation and annexation to the Soviet Union dead by now, the books that ought have been written about the event are no longer possible. Any such attempt is blocked by the ongoing incorporation of the Baltic States into the European Union (EU), which is projected to become a federalized State. Nevertheless, a restatement of the State’s cowardice led by then Latvian president K.U. is needed if anyone is to ever get the slightest unerstanding of the suffering the cowards unleashed. Because my father the editor of Jaunākās Ziņas (JZ) was blocked from doing his job by Intrigue, who projected herself as the coward president’s mistress, father had no authority to project his view on the matter, and was forced—at the peril of being fired—to publish Intrigue’s and the official government’s position.

The event that tied father’s hands occurred when father appealed to Intrigue to help him extract his family from Latvia and she refused. Father’s visit with Intrigue is mentioned by Rolands Ozols, formerly editor of JZ, in his book “The Story of A Last Mohican.” No doubt, in hindsight, father ought have issued a clandestine Mayday edition. He may have thought of it, but the official censor of the State, the Interior minister (AB) were on his case, and had succeeded in getting Intrigue fire him once already. Be that as it may, father apparently he did not wish to initiate an armed conlict with the Soviet Union when he was unable to secure his family a place abroad. When 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 refused the offer.

Its ozone

By Intrigue

In service of

Latvia’s pre-war

‘Mafia State’*

Today Latvians are

Like picnickers in May

Responding to

A parrot:

“I beg your pardon

What did you say?

That is unbelievable

We never heard

The Latvian newspaper

In the U.S.

Say any such thing.”

^{https://www.tvnet.lv/4818170/ka-alfreds-berzins-kluva-par-spiegu}

^{shttps://numbers-stations.com/CIA_Latvia/Berzins,%20Alfreds/BERZINS,%20ALFREDS_0134.pdf}

Grandmothe’s

Great grandchildren

Prefer the book about Intrigue

By Latvia’s Culture Fund

A transparent

Whitewash job

No mention of

Intrigue’s facelifts

Or betrayals

Who are you

But a shepherd

Gone mad?

Have you not heard

The song about

Mad dogs and Englishmen?

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DXxL2K3_-4c}

Perhaps grandfather

Too, was chasing down

History’s highway

100 years of

Forgotten deeds

Destined like blood

On the slanted floor

Of the Llubyanka

Abattoir

For the Moskva River?

All the same,

Grandfather’s faith

In Jesus

Gave him the will

To crown himself

With a lamb’s crown of roses

And play the fool.

So much for

The consequences

Of repression

Of a belief

That feared no poverty

And played

The fool

Playing

Who am I

To be more?

Father left it

To me

To shake the sieve

And discover

In its debri

Unthinkable second thoughts.

What killed grandmother?

   

Was it

Poison made of

The Devil’s smirk

That stopped

Her heart

And ripped

Bridal veils

Cum maiden heads

Became crowns

Of roses

On the heads of

Life’s aborted?

The murders created

Farflung

Chaos

Misery, strife

And confusion

Yet fate

Mervyless ironizer

Contracted that

Intrigue, too

Died a martyr’s death

And a Saint

To those who

Benefitted from

The murders.

No disputing

The Devil played his hand

Better than

God or Faust

^{https://www.gradesaver.com/goethes-faust/study-guide/summary}

    Irony had no pity

Every one was

    Preoccupied

With saving

Themselves

No one

had time

To think ‘heart attack’

Spells

‘Murder’.

As for the question:

Did St. Intrigue kill

Grandfather, too?

The evidence?

Time came when

Grandfather wanted

To divorce her

    Claiming she

More than petted

His bag of

Bird shot and scrots

^{https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=scrot}

But made

A politician’s

Jack jack

And

Had made Latvia’s

President gigolo

To her tune*

*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?), suggests Intrigue was suffering from sadomasochistic tendencies, fantasies, and sexual abuse in childhood. Published in 2005, it was the most widely read book in Latvia in 2006. While the book’s author did some rearch, accurate information is wanting. With complete absence of research into the background of the poet’s grandfather (Intrigue’s 2nd husband), and foregoing any interviews with any of his direct descendants, and completely ignoring Latvia’s history before WW1. The result is a ‘fake job’ from cover to cover. Sadly, the book was published and sloshed into the public arena with the support of the Kultural Fond ^{Valsts Kultūrkapitāla fonds} of the state of Latvia. Since such support was revealed only after the book was published, it is reasonable to suspect that the post Soviet State of Latvia had its ‘good’ reasons for sponsorinf it. It tells much about the artificial nature of the post Soviet NATO  propped pseudo ‘Baltic’ nation.

How so I print that?

When grandfather

Asked advice,

Of a  Justice

Of Latvia’s Supreme Court*

(*M. Chakste, the poet’s Godfather.was the son of Latvia’s first president, and an opponent of K. Ulmanis)

He was told,

“Mr. Benjamins

You are out

Of luck.

It was you

Who

To Mephistophele’s delight

played Faust

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T3izcq8b23E

It was you who

Let yourself

Be enchanted

By Intrigue’s pussy

And to get it

Sheared yourself

Of your golden fleece

A divorce from her

Will shear

Your family as well.

It will take

Lawyers from South Africa

And Canada

^{(1963 see: CSC Dossier9942)}

To rescue them

From poverty.”

    Faust left it

For his grandson

To discover

How Stalin

Came to claim

The Devil’s receipt.

When St. Intrigue

Wanted to flee Latvia

with her gigolo

In tow

To go live

In her Swiss villa

Naught came of

Her dream to

Become Latvia’s 

Queen in exile.

When death threats

Reached my father

By report of

A delegation of

Editors and writers

Still loyal to grandfather

*Event is described by Jānis Kārkliņš book, re: “Preses Karalis” ^{https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2039331.J_nis_K_rkli_}

Father went to Intrigue

Hat in hand

And was told:

“Get lost

I have George,

my stepson

To take care of.”

    When father responded

“But are you not

Also Godmother

To Anton, my son?”

Intrigue laughed

“Don’t be naïve!”

“Your mother

Would make me

(A well-reamed woman)

A virgin yet

For eighteen years

^{(Such were  the divorce laws of the day).}

By not giving

Her Lamb’s arse

A divorce

“It is George

My sister’s son

Who I chose

To endow with

My benefice.”

    George will have.

    Anton will not.

    Your mother go fuck

Ghosts in the wood

    May you all

Die there.

You still have

That piece of land

Where

On Midsummer’s Eve

(So I have heard)

Boys go

Count the haystacks

With ladders

Drawn up

Then stand below

And whack off

listening

To cries of ecstasy

Up top?

Intrigue’s ridicule

Was cruel prophecy

For when

Mother climbed

The ladder

And fucked me

And father

For the love

Of a soldier.

Grandmother

Silenced

By a murder

No one dared imagine

Looked on from above

And sang hymns

To the glories

Of the crumbs

On the grid

Of her grandson’s

Sieve of memories.*

*Intrigue Galore had two sisters. Both—like herself—were involved with the world of theatre. Of the three sisters Intrigue had made the least successful of choices, but with her body at 33 yo 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 then had them come look for it themselves. Grandfather, a newspaper editor and budding playwright, came to visit Intrigue several times.

Grandfather believed she 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 giving up 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(44) to the powers that be in the world of theatre.

Unfortunately for grandfather, his play was too populist for Riga’s  ghermanized Latvians who idolized their Gherman burghers and preferred Riga’s version of Wagner’s ^{http://www.anothertravelguide.com/destinations/europe/latvia/riga/routes/routes/wagner_-_a_riga_legend}  trendys grand opera style. In short, J. Rainis ^{https://runa.lnb.lv/64418/}   , a Latvian poet and playwright of the Wagnerian ethos, suited the Latvians of the city better. The gulf that separated J. Rainis from grandfather (a countryside teacher) is a good illustration of the distance that separated Riga Latvians from those living in the countryside. J. Rainis and his Bolshevik brother-in-law, Peter Stuchka ^{https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/P%C4%93teris_Stu%C4%8Dka}   were part of the city-bred Zeitgeist shared in also by Joseph Stlin.

3 The Story of Grandfather

After the Vikings

Known in Latvia as

Zviedri

Cum sviedri, the sweats

Or Sveriges

From ‘Svarīgie’

The ‘importants’

Failed to subdue

The spirti of the Ludds*

^{https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ludgate}  

*Ludd is an old name for ‘people’. Robin Hood, first known as Robin Ludd, was someone the English nobles sought by all means to eliminate from public memory. Even so it was remembered by the Luddites ^{https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luddite} . English textile workers, when they 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 it is by AI). Aided by Grimm’s Law regarding consonant pronunciation, we know the name remains imbedded in words and names no longer recognized as to their origin; for example: Rude=Lude, possibly ‘Jude’, Reddy=Luddy; in German as Leute, etc. The name also still lingers in ‘lieutenant’ (from German Leutnant), the junior or lowest grade of conscripted government officer.

Whether of Russian

Or Balt origin

The survivors

Of Sweddish carnage

^{https://www.counter-currents.com/2017/03/new-sweden-the-quakers-the-midlands/}

whether by slash, burn

And then sweep

Under the rugr

And steam brain

With lies

Until out of memory

^{https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Slash_and_burn}

The Ludds s

Would not leave

The wood.*

*As the links (above) tell us, the Elites of the Swedes were—as their Gherman cousins—masters at impoverishing the people under their control, then persuading the needy to help further their own repression. The ‘forest Finns’ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Forest_Finns  simpoverished by enslavement to the Scandinavians wrought great damage not only to America, but throughout Eurasia (as forest Jews, aka Jewish loggers), and the Eastern Baltic. The culture of agriculture, a culture that benefits mostly the Elites, emerged from what had been a gatherer and gardening culture. Hunting was nowhere near the proportions today’s academic apologists try tell us. It was limited to need for warm clothing and shoes. Agriculture encouraged the development of towns and cities, and encouraged the development of a merchant class. Also, it was easier to trade grain than wood. It increased hunting to the point it devolved into outright slaughter of wild life, enslaved people to fur traders, ‘business’ men, various types of lords, barons, and, ultimately, to as government Capitalism. The Swedders made a ‘great contribution’ to the transformation of humankind into a beast (Godzilla https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=suURUXGLJRQ  ) of city fame. As  terrible  as the immediate effects were, the worst part was the spread of agriculture, an industry that enslaved the countryside to the city. Ethnic cleansing ^{https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gnadenhutten_massacre} , 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 repression in Livonia) is directly attributable to the cynicism of Swedish elites. In 1921, the German arms manufacturer Krupp AG purchased the Bofors Company of Sweden, which sold arms and munitions to Hitler’s Germany during WW2 ^{https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Krupp}  

Following the trauma wrought by the Swedes and their Ghermanic allies, a fornerly forest based civilization was forced to re-occupy and re-exploit the forest for all their needs. One may argue that the ‘’forest Finns’ were a precursors of Stalinism. In any case, the Balts of Livonia were hard to convince to leave their refuge of last resort. It took the likes of the Moravians and other Hutterite ^{https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hutterites} influenced Christians to persuade them to leave the forest and try form their own Johnsland cum Gotland (^{https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gotland} note the Moravian ‘coat of arms’). Unfortunately, they soon met with as like genocidal cleansing at the hands of Lutheran Catholic theologians as the Gnadenhutten Indians had in Ohio, America. Today’s Latvian government not only fails to acknowledge that future generations of Latvians built theit communities on such forest and pietist foundations,but  and that the sovereign state of Latvia (founded in 1918 and betrayed by NATO installed post Soviet provincial Latvian government of 1991), but cynically does all it can to deny its history altogether.

With most Latvians

Become

Forest brothers

The German barons

Were short on labor

And about to expire

Of poverty.

What to do?

The whore of Wolmar^Valmiera

 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valmiera

Magdalena von Halert

(A descendant of

The Livonian forest people)

Elevated by

Fortunes of war

To the post

Of Generalin

By her sister in trade

Tsarina Katerina I ^{https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catherine_I_of_Russia}  

    Summoned

    The descendants

    Of martyred

    Jan Huss

From Herrnhut ^{https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Herrnhut}

    (Where they

Whiled unemployed

And waiting

For some such

Summons

Inspired

‘from God’)
    To come and

Herald

The survivors

Of Jerusalem^{aka Jersika}

 ^{https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Principality_of_Jersika}

Escaped

In the woods

of endlesly

Raped-over Livonia:

Grandfather’s forebears

Were among

The Moravian

Robin Ludds

And Gosts

Who

Came with

Song and trumpets ^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Byf4aZ1AdW0&list=RDiGn25yky7R4&start_radio=1}  

Made of birchbark

And rhubarb stems

And shared

In the labors

Of the Latvian Ludds

And tried revive

Prehistoric Christianity

Denied them

Since the Crusade¹²⁰⁹

Against the Cathars^Ķeceri

Of Jersika.

The story of

King John Ludd

Riding a donkey ^c

To come watch

Himself put to death

Lured

The forest Ludds

Of Livonia

Into the open.

Unfortunately,

The Moravians

Did not know

The Pope’s lies

Had created

A toothless history

And diplomacy was

Holy writ singing

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p3iYnHx8P0s}

Praise to lies

To wit:

The faked up theology
Of emperor Alexius I

^{https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexios_I_Komnenos}

Who had authorized

The incineration of Basil

The Bogomil Physician¹¹¹⁸

Whose followers

Were to proclaim

Self-sacrifice to be

Suicide

Until

The likes of Macron

 ^{https://www.voltairenet.org/article206340.html}

encourages arhitects

To replace the roof

Of Notre Dame

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xGbmWOfdXcQ}   

With a tourist attraction

An open-air highrise

Swimming pool.

Kings, Princes, and Lords

Worked hard to

Prove the Peace

Of Westphalia¹⁶⁴⁸

A cynic’s dream.

Needless to say

The forest Ludds

Did not know

How deep the conceit

Of those who claim

To have discovered

The poor

To receive prasies

For being generous:

The Moravians of

Today have

Forgotten that ubless

Dead of starvation

The forest

Never knew

Any poor

Nature never

Apologizes

For its ways:

The hurts of memory

Are cushioned

By rooves cushioned

By mos and

Crystals of dew

Tinkling in the sunrise.

With no skunks

Of urbania

Sticking their heads

Into cups of sour cream

Whence Tarot

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xRZUlejoHEQ

never short for words

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SMaefyQAsAk

Read to the

Desperately

honest

The forest Ludds

Of Livonia

^{https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Swedish_Livonia}  

words of comfort

Never before heard

In their  530 year^1118-1648

Struggle against

The Elites

For a sovereign status

For themselves

Which they

Achieved

In Wetphalia

De facto, but

But the Elites

Took away

By de jure means alone.

    Impressed by

    One Gusts* Wendamenc^1766-1829

    A forebear of this poet

Born to

    Name unknown

*the name ‘Gusts’—though assumed to derive from Gustav (a Swedish king), is more likely derived from ‘Gost’ ^{https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hutterites#/media/File:Hutterite_migrations_in_Europe.png}  a title for a Bogomil or Cathar clerics in Bosnia ^{https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gost_Radin}  ; a name which was—as so many names of prehistoric Christianity—vandalized and edited by Catholic monks in an effort to denigrate historical antecedents and impose on future generations a short changed version of histoty. In effect: ‘Gost’ is not a name lost, but is now  spelled ‘ghost’. The name  retains its earlier spiritual maning onlt in German, where it is spelled ‘Geist’, meaning Spirit.

    Passions of the Ludds

Violently repressed

Were with great passion

Reborn.

A new nation

”Gotland”^Dievzemihte

Was the goal of

The liberated Ludds

Of the wood.

But the Romanov

Kings of Russia

Would not have it.

Caholic and Lutheran clergy

Supporters of Nikon

^{https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patriarch_Nikon_of_Moscow}   

a pro western monk

Were unleashed

By Tsarina Elizabeth

^{https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elizabeth_of_Russia}

    And a new war of religions

Began (1743+)

^{(Russia was not a signatory of the Westphalia Prace Treaty)}.

The Ludds of Herrnhut

    Were denounced as

    Populist rabble

    And terorists.

The secular state

Of the 17^th century

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vNzW0zN7XzM}

Unloosed acts of

Religious violence

Aka ’pogroms’*

*The poet submits that the pogroms were directed not only against Jews but also the Moravians. In spite of this 1^st Holocost, the Jews survived, but not the Moravians—at least not to any significant extent. Thr religious violece or war lasted for more rhan a ventuty.

Leaving these

Uninvestigated

A matter of convenience

To those in chargeof

De jure powers.

   

Great-grandfather’s inn

Was put to fire¹⁸⁶⁰

And grandfather

Born (1860)

Still in swaddling clothes

Watched the blaze

From his craddle

Left in a pile of snow

Just across the road

As his mother

Dshed about

Trying to extract

From the flames

Some blankets.

    After Great-grandfather

    Died (1868)

    his widow

    (called by her grandchildren

Apu-cihtis)

^{(Derived from ‘papucihtis, a name endearing father)}

    Made a living

Blessing

    Future harvests

    Of the barons

    With cow manure

    At the end of

a pitchfork

and darned

Grandfather’s pants

So he would not go

To school with

Bare knees showing.

Grandfather

Did not forget

The violence done

His father and mother

And swore

Revenge

By the force

Of God’s lottery.

The Devil liked the odds.

For him the results

Would be worth

A laugh

Especially if it came

At the expense of

Future generations.

Assured of ruin

And embraced

By rejection

The Devil^Dieveliņš

Had plenty of time

To wait for

His ”Ha, ha’’ moment.

One such

Records grandfather

Telling merrymakers at a pub

”someday I will become

A millionaire.

Though sooner

He sang with them*”:

 ^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ewn21FTZRGU}

*(Lyrics by Imants Ziedonis: ”Šī Dieva zeme.../ Par verga algu es tajā sirgšu,/ Par indes malku es viņu pirkšu....” Fragmentary translation by the aauthor:)

If Gotland

Will rise...

I will gladly live

Off crumbs

And swallow

A draught of poison

If it buys Her

A day in the sun.

May the Devil go

To perdition.

What evil wit

Put teetotler

Grandfather

Into the pub?

Faust’s Gretchen

and her double?

Intrigue?

No doubt

When she played

First Lady

of Latvia

It was expedient

To claim

To be Grechen and

Not a millionaires.

Afterall

Her object of affection

Was Latvia’s President

Karl Hansel Ulman

Who let the people

He governed die

So he and she

Could live*.

*K. Ulmanis ^{https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/K%C4%81rlis_Ulmanis}  was the President of Latvia, when the Soviet Union occupied the country. Ulmanis seized Latvia’s government reigns in a coup in May of 1934. The coup was surely justified, because ‘democracy’ has brought social and economic chaos. However, Ulmanis did not demonstrate that his coup was based on some special conviction about the destiny of the State of Latvia or her people. Instead, Ulmanis proved himself to have been an all too naked clerk of a nascent state’s bureaucracy, when he surrendered to the Soviets, excusing the surrender by claiming Latvia  was too small and weak to offer resistance and engage 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. He also abandoned his ‘actress’ concubine, who served as cover to his homosexuality, and with whom he planned his life in exile in Switzerland. Ulmanis’s cowardice and forfeiture of responsibility left the Latvian people with an inferiority complex that has led the current ‘renewed’ state to an illigal ^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RVKGSGWTcw4}  surrender of sovereignty to the European Union, the latest incarnation of The Holy Roman Empire.

Following the occupation

Of Latvia

By the Soviet Union

Hansel und Gretel

Believed they

Could ‘elope’

To Switzerland

Where Gretchen

Had a villa

And could play

Baba Yaga the witch

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=stDGu9pFrlk}

A second time around.

If grandfather

Ever bragged

A concievable

Occasion

For braggadocio

Could have been

At an inn

where herders

Gathered following

Globalist sermons.

Once out

The church door

The paYahns

Cum ‘pagans’

Went to the nearest inn

Where

To clear their memory

Of lies

They had been forced

To listen to

They drank dry

All barrels of beer.

The ambition

To become

A millionaire

May have been

The result of an effort

To escape

Becoming raw meat

To the

Clergy

indoctrinated

State bureaucracy*.

*The 1905 Revolution in Russia (and what is now Latvia) had a distinct anti clerical tilt. Latvia was founded in 1918 as a secular state. Currently this is interpreted as a movement againt religion ^{https://dspace.lu.lv/dspace/bitstream/handle/7/34500/298-56364-Misane_Agita_am09480.pdf?sequence=1&isAllowed=y  (see p85 ffl).} However, in retrospect the atheistic tilt can be viewed as led by Lutheran infoctrinated elites. The elitist perspective gained prominence, because the political leadership argued that secularism (democratic liberalism) would lead to economic development sooner than religious belief. However, the secular orientation led neither to economic development or community solidarity when facing cadres of violent city borne socialists.

Grandfather bet

He could survive

Another bankrupcy.

He did not wish

To leave

His grandchildren

To the mercies

Of the lottery.

It was for the worry

Of this bet

Against  the devil

That Intrigue murdered

Grandmother.

Baba Yaga’s

Tarot cards told

Grandfather was to

Become

Gretchen’s ‘Bingo!’

And grandfather would

Raise studs

And hold on

To the illusion

Horses would outlive

Tanks

Even as Intrigue

In 1939

Bought

(In his name)

The Latvian government

an escadrille of biplanes

That same year

Blood stopped flowing

To grandfather’s legs.

The poet

Still holding the hand of

His nanny

Rememvers

Bringing him

A bouquet of

Forget me nots
^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v1mQT1u_45I}  

Intrigue

Pretending concern

Sent a biplane

To Helsinki

To bring him pennicillyn.

It was of no help and

    Grandfather died

    Leaving

His heirs with

Two bags:

    One empty;

The other full of lies.

4 The Story of Father*

*With his father sometimes referred to as ”a lamb’s soul”, father was not going to go chasing after the coffins of the past, but went to St. Petersburg to study enginering. Perhapshe wished to build railroads and bridges. No one knows how he or who financed his education. Maybe it was by choosing a military career. The beginning of WW1 finds him at St. Petersburg’s artillery school. (After coming to America, the poet, too, took a similar path of how to pay for his education—by joining the US Marinē Corps during the days of the Korean War.)

With the days of leading one’s own band of thieves in the past, one way for a poor man to advance himself was to join some king’s or lord’s military services and by excelling as a leader advace above others. Another poor man among the poet’s forebears (on mother’s side) is one Colonel Johann Gotlieb (Beloved of God) Rall ^{https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johann_Rall}   who led a band of Hessian troops at Trenton against General Washington during the American Revolutionary war. He was mortally (1776) wounded on the battle at Trenton. In Russia the Ralls are dicovered among the knazs.

Following the 1917 Revolution,, father was commandeered by General Denikin, the commander of the White Army to the Ukraine front, where he was put in charge of railroads. Apparently father was not a happy about the assignment  and managed to resign, whereuon he was made manager of the Nadejadinskia coal mine. That is where he was at the end of the war. Because Latvia had declared 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} (JZ) of which his father was a founder and editor in chief.

Because the  origin of the newspaper involved some chicanery (the subscription list of the newspaper’s original owners had mysteriously disappeared) some juridicial risk could never be completely dismissed. Thus, the exact nature of the end of the newspaper’s German editions and origin of Latvian version was never revealed.The ‘secret’ was kept a secret with the connivance of various individuals and without the family. Before JZ was liquidated by the Soviets (1940), its founder was always presumed to have been grandfather, while subsequently (following 1991, after the State was ‘renewed’ under US and then EU sponsrship) the kudos were transferred to his second wife—Intrigue Galore (yes, s fictitious name).

By 1932 father took over his father’s position and became the newspaper’s de facto editor-in-chief, and by hard work brought the newsper not only international reknown (incidentally, making himself unpopular by a militari style management), for which achievement he was prompted (1936) to the position of editor-in-chief de jure. With circulation of the newspaper reaching 200,000 and with each copy (according to statistics) read by up to six people, the newspaper out did even the London press.

After grandfather died, Intrigue exercised her power as Publisher and had father fired from his position. More than likely, this was done on the suggestion of then Latvia’s Propaganda Minister (Minister of the Interior0with prezident K.U. support. Nevertheless, father was quickly reintated as no one else could fill his shoes and the newspaper was about to  suffer financial losses. It was at this time that Intrigue also resorted to other ekstra ordinary actions-such as murder and the nation’s betrayal.

When Soviets occupied Latvia, the newspaper was seized by the Communist Party, and father lost his job. This is why he took everyone to the farm of his aunt Emma, his mother’s younger sister. Thereafter, the the Soviet authorities forced him to return to Riga, where he was arested and subjected to interrogation by the Jewish Bolshevik** controlled Cheka, which had him deported. As for the reasons why Latvians and Russians were terrorized by Jewish Bolsheviks**, see Solzhenitsyn’s suppressed book ”Two Hundred Years Together” ^{https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Two_Hundred_Years_Together} , and note the draconian repressions of Latvian peasants (primarily by the Baltic Germans and their Latvian ally, the Lutheran Church) during the 19th century and their subsequent flight to the Russian Orthodox Church and emigration to South and North America.

**From the poet’s perspective, the Jewish (and Latvian) Bolshevik was as likely a descendant of the Jan Huss religious movement in Bohemia ^{https://www.britannica.com/biography/Jan-Hus}  and its branch among the Latvian Herrnhuters. For political reasons still in effect most historians neglect the likelyhood that much of the socialist and communist movements in the 20^th century arose due to the repressions of Civil cum Peasant  societies that followed the Westphalia Peace Treaty of 1648. The treaty’s major beneficiaries, the Catholic (its secularly tilted theology and fake scriptures were never challenged by Luther) and Lutheran churches hastened to repress the smaller popular factions which had provided the fuel for the Religious Wars. Indeed the ‘Religious Wars’ were part of an ever recurring ‘permanent’ Revolution from ‘below’ against the elites who had ensconced themselves as s superior class. The Westphalian ‘Peace’ put but a temporary end to an ongoing uprising of archChristians against urbanist Catholic cum Globalist/ Ecumenist seizure of society. The faked Peace was shattered when a yet relatively ‘wild’ Eastern Europe and Asia refused to conform to the dictats of urbanist led ‘age of Enlightenment’ ^{https://www.newworldencyclopedia.org/entry/Age_of_Enlightenment}  it gave rise to, and in the 20th century challenged urbanism with the ill-fated ‘Communist’ Revolutions.

Clearly the poet’s background comes  of the same endlessly faked histoty of all humnkind: it’s like a ball of yarn cut into short pieces then rolled and compressed into what vaguely reminds of a vall again.. The poet’s position with regard to European history: it begins with fake ‘historical’ books (among which the Bible is foremost) during the 4-6th centuries or  so-called ‘dark ages’, introduced by nomadic herders called Huns, aka Gans or Yohns/ Johns, who were led by one John The king (Gengis Khan);iIn the course of the invasion, the leadership of the horde passed to the Goths ^{https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Huns} , who as the Gherman people went on to occupy most of Western Europe. If historians were not so timid and orthodox, we would have realized long ago that the desertification of Central-Asia began with sheep overgrazing  the Central Asian steppe. The overgrazing continues in Western Europe through the fanatical apetīte of human sheep raised in barns called cities ^{https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2019-06-27/central-europe-alert-heat-wave-hell-terrorizes-france}

The Holocost 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}, began in 1743 after Tsarina Elizabeth forbade the members of the movement to meet, and who were therefore forced to go underground, in what the movement called ‘The Silent March’. One of the hopes of the Herrnhuters was to establish for themselves a territory they could and would call ”Gotland/ God’sland ^Dievzemīte” However, the Herrnhuters were quickly repressed and eliminated by the German, Swedish, and compliant Latvian led Lutheran Church. 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 yet others become communists. The history of the Herrhuter movement continues to be challenged and denied even in the 21st century. 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 was standing, but of Deacon Hill^Deakonāts –once the center of Herrnhuter activity—except for the name, nothing remains, the minister abruptly turned his back to the questioner and left as if the question had insulted his intelligence.

In the case of the poet’s forebears, greatgrandfather’s inn was (deliberately) destroyed by fire in 1860 by forcing him to accept and propagate a story that that it was burned down by his wife, because 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, tried his hand as a shopowner (which  forced him—perhaps through malice—into bancrupcy), then—to escape the fences built about him—moving to Riga and becoming a newspaper editor there.

The repression of the Herrnhuters in Latvia resulted in the continued exploitation and transformation of what had essentiallyn been a forest dwelling community into an agricultural society on the back of which  was constructed (eventually) a city oriented welfare and entitlement based parlimentary democratic State—the kind that Socrates ^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fLJBzhcSWTk} and Aristotle warned against. The current state of Latvia and its leadership, reestablished after the fall of the Soviet Union (1991), has lacked the will to be sovereign, anf has no ability to understand what sovereignty is about. The current State finds the excuse for its dilletantist democracy in the nature of the fragmented and, thus, relativistic Latvian community. The State is dead to the notion of cultivating psychologically persuasive authority, and the community responds by treating the State with such homour as is due a tumour. As a consequence Latvia is but a ‘third world’ province of the faked-sup European Union (EU), and—not surprisingly—regards itself as no better than a name on the map.

Father’s

Older brother

(By eight years)

The first born¹⁸⁸⁴

Karl

Died in 1910

    Of syphillis

(According to

Family hints and hushes)

    He contracted

    As a student?

Or military man?

    In St. Petersburg.

    The ‘sin’

    Let Karl be forgot

    His grave site

Until this day

Remains unknown.

Yet Kahrlis

Was the one

Who brought

From St Petersburg

To Riga

Hard to come by

Printers ink

(Before 1905

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YBmJlJj7V08}

And in subsequent years

Ink was a tool

Of revolutionaries).

In prewar days

St Petersburg was

(as Moscow is today)

A relay junction

For ideas

About how to get more

For nothing

And the notion

(Imported from America)

That news

Might be published

For next to nothing

If advertising

(About where to buy

The best boots in town)

Fills the newspaper

Instead.

Grandfather

Having failed

As a playwright

And having turned to

Newspapering

Believed the idea

Was worth a try

Intrigue took charge

And became

a pimp for ads.

The whore atracted

Many costomers

Grandfather

Compelled by circumstance

To skate the knife’s edge

Stuck

To his populist notions*

*The difficulty with taking a pro-populist position, though a’Christian’ thing that identified grandfather  with the people of the country side, is that it fails to note that by the time it moves to the city, it sas a radically transformed nature. Though populism of the country side had been the dominant political tilt for thousands of years, once its space of operations became the city, its nature changed almost beyond recognition.

For one, while every child of the countryside knew that if you wanted to eat wild strawberries you had to go to the wood or field and pick your own, a city-zen could get them only if he-she had money. Unfortunately, money could be got only (if as in the case of Spain)  one invaded the realm of the Incas, killed the Inca people, melted down the garden of gold of their sacred ^{http://www.ancientpages.com/2018/04/23/coricancha-stunning-golden-garden-and-lost-treasures-of-the-inca/}  God-King, symbolized by the Sun, and shipped the gold to Spain.

In short, whereas populism of the countryside was based on self-reliance and gathering the fruits of the wood nd nature, populism in the city is based on theft. Grandfather’s misfortune was that he did not understand what difference this made, and how it would effect his life when he abandoned the countryside anf moved to Riga.

Even so betrayed

himself

(fell on

The knife’s edge)

When naively

He shared the idea

A failed actress

Turned

A walking selfie

—Who

(It happened)

Was married to

an actor

Who had no future

And (to make ends meet)

Was procuring ads

And looking for

A Cuckold.

Said grandfather:

Mein Schatz

Let us starts

A newspaper.

You procure the ads

I will edit the news

And preach

Against the use

Of alcohol.

By making

Shopowners wealthy

We too may

Become wealthy

I will raise the flag

Over Gotland

https://www.google.com/search?q=flag+of+moravian+chuech&client=firefox-b-d&tbm=isch&source=iu&ictx=1&fir=CWGxrHFNj0ZHxM%253A%252CZefDjPMUgarV1M%252C_&vet=1&usg=AI4_-kRG0HsbkJAnoWKm_7n_2O8H-Gd1VQ&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiFm5v_mtfjAhUFs4sKHYNkAS8Q9QEwDXoECAQQBg#imgdii=0mSDUXExUMtxzM:&imgrc=E2JBDENXl_aHzM:&vet=1

You sponsor plays

Where you

And your sisters are

The leading actresses.

Rainis

Wagner’s apostle

Who wants to become

Latvia’s president

And Aspahzija

The poetess

Who remains a virgin

Even though Rainis’s bedmate

Will legitimize us

By seclaring us

Their antagonists*.

*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 a difficult one. This poet discovered evidence of this only after a countryside village library threw out its collection of Rainis’s Collected Works, and a copy found its way to the hopper of a countryside john.

Intrigue

Seeing

Her opportunity

To divorce her

Actor husband

Answered:

    I will do it, dear

    I will pet

Your Moravian

Rooster

   

If you trust me

To be publisher

Until

you pay off

Your creditors.

Grandfather

Cockolded by

Intrigue’s twirks

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QQSYo_pC-QA} 

Staged

A drama

To last

For generations

And heard

The Devil

Clap one hand

In God’s face

Until God awakens

To the dare

He has boastfully made.

Desperate

To join an

‘Enlightened’ age

Inverting

And turning

Up side down

All things born of

Mother Nature

Let trees erupt

As Gothic buildings

And cities

Stretching their

360⁰ fingers

all over

in surprising ways.

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q7T_oQ31B_o}  

Grandfather,

Lulled to sleep

By success

Let the actress

Do his shtick

A full century

Before ‘Lolita Express’

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xNPjvrqhalQ  

Made orgasms in

America’s skies

Real

    The rest is history:

    He and his’n

    Got fucked

Not only by Latvia’s

Kiska v Izobilii ^{Pussy Galore}

Made up

As the First Lady

Of a peasant country

   

But has Intrigue

kill

His first wife who

having

A keyhole to

The ongoings

Knew too much and

Had not sworn

Not to tell that

Intrigue had the president

Of Latvia

By his balls

But the one to

Squeeze them

Was a granny

Just waitind for

The court to let

Her be witness.*

*After grandfather died his two surviving daughters were prepating a suit against Intrigue that would contest their father’s Last Will as unfair in Intrigu’s favor. Grandmother was to be a witness whose testimony could swing the outcome of the suit in her daughters’s favor. The Soviet occupation of Latvia prevented the suit from going forward, but gave Intrigue and president Ulmanis time to kill grandmother, then hide the deed among the chaos consequent to the nation’s loss of sovereignty to a Communist style government that hac san entirely different concept about the distribution of material wealth.

As editor in chief

And resposible

For the public Word

That held

The Latvians community

Together

Father

Was in no position

To tell

What he knew

All he could

Hope for

Was he would live

Long enough

To write a book

How life

Came to be staged

As a cocamemie scene

On a Wagnerian scale.

Except for

The poet’s

Poetic license

That is where the story

Was meant to end.

*When truth becomes a lie, history 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 Revolutions.

Instead the postSoviet government of ‘renewed’ and NATO propped-up, but no longer ‘sovereign’ Latvia, continues to be esctibed as the result of a movement—the ‘New Current’—arising from a Russian and German educated atheist Lutheran student elite. This orientation covtinues to producē an uptight and constipated police state elite-led ‘culture’ that is as secretive in post-Soviet Latvia as it was in times of the Soviet Union and preceding.

Though the evidence for the poet’s allegations of the murder of his paternal grandparents are circumstantial, the circumstances are telling. Some significant dates and circumstances:

1.  The infamous Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact was signed on the 23rd of August, 1939.

2.  However, Chamberlain betrayed Czechoslavuam and  by March 1939 Hitler had already occupied Czechoslovakia and taken over the ‘Klaipeda region’ of Lithuabua. As per arguments by History Professor Michael Jabar Carley of Montreal University ^{https://www.voltairenet.org/article207498.html} , in hindsight, the Western powers were not necessatily unanimous in opposition io such a pact.

3.  It is not generally known that the Latvian ruling elite had foreknowlege of the coming occuption. For one, 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 coming German attack on Poland (1 September, 1939) and near certain Soviet occupation of the Baltic states.

4.  The suit against Intrigue was initiates by grandfather’s daughters soon after his death in June, 1939

5.  Among friends of Intrigue’s greater family was Ribbentrop, Hitler’s Foreign minister, members of whose family remain friend to this day (see Sestdiena, 16-22 March, 2018 ^{https://www.diena.lv/raksts/sestdiena/tema/nams-ar-vesturi-14193427} ) with Intrigue’s heirs. 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 the shadowy s side of Latvias’s government.

6.  In 1939 Intrigue was sometimes referred to as the First Lady of Latvia, an unofficial assumption tolerated (likely deliberately encouraged) by Latvia’s dictator President K. Ulmanis. This is encourages the notion that my grandparents murders were for reasons of State convenience, and for that reason yet remain a State secret that justifdies the spreading of lies through the sponsorship by the State culture Fund of a fake family history ^{https://www.apollo.lv/4761630/mila-benjamina-kada-vina-bija}   

7.  Grandmother died on the 17^th of October,1939, little more than three months after the death of her first and only husband. Her death occurs at time when her daughters, both with ties to the Latvian government, are planning to bring a civil suit againt Intrigue.

8.  Grandmother’s participation as a court witness would undoubtedly have revealed many family (and other—state) secrets.

5 An Augenblik

Consciousness is

But the shadow of a dream

Encapsuled

By vague memories

And vanity.

Even the poet Goethe

Forgot that

Feeling and emotion

Preceeds it

Wrote Goethe

(Imagining

Himself son of

Job or Faust

The prototype of

selfconsciousness

And, therefore

A 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 to possess 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.)

The unbearable angst of

Lassie

Chasing after the truck

That was taking

Heer charges to

The slaughter house

Is no longer recognized

As a sacrifice

But the owner of

The sheep

Receives

Enough reward

To buy

enough bottles of vodka

to become drunk and

go hang himself

for which cowardice

The village’s ‘lacquered fist’

The kulak

Does not attend

His funeral

But on the very day

Marries off

His daughter to

A ‘very rich man’

Goethe knew

Death

Is embraced by

The trumpet’s

Sentimental blare

Of taps

For the babe

Suckling milk

at the breast of

Das Ewig Weibliche

^{https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b0/Venus_botticelli_detail.jpg}  

^{https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Birth_of_Venus#/media/File:Sandro_Botticelli_-_La_nascita_di_Venere_-_Google_Art_Project_-_edited.jpg}

A tune

That reaches

God’s ear

As the Devil’s

One hand clap

Is this why

Wolfgang* led

His German sheep

Out of God’s sight?

*Wolfgang is a German name that Grimm’s Law translates as ‘herder of wolves’, though originally the name probably meant ‘guardian of the herd from wolves’, i.e. ‘shepherd’. Goethe was baptized ‘Johann Wolfgang’. ‘Johann’ is a variation of the word ‘gang’, which comes from names such as gans, hans, huan, ivan., ian, jean, john, etc., all the names are cognates that recall the names once given to herders. Be that as it may, it is this poet’s guess that Goethe’s subjectively identified himself more with the occupation of his ancestors than German intelligentsia of the 18^th or 19^th csenturies.

    I love my cat

    For the Augenblicks

He cherishes

When he collapses

Next to me on the bed

And in praise of life

Minces his nails

Into my chest

Until

I cry ”Ouch!”

And unconscious of

the meaning of

Rumyancov’s^{The Wanderer’s}

Gesture

push him to the floor.

    Not surprisingly

    In an Age

    Where human lemings

Unconscious of

Themselves

    Thirsting

immortal waters

Seek death

En masse

    History is become

an Augenblick

A wave

by virtue of being

Set in white plaster

    by historians

Making themselves

Believe masons

    Of fortifications

For a civilization

    Founded on
    Foreshortened lives

That shields

Cities and states

From consciousness

About the superiority

Of Life

That feels and lips

Birthday songs

Sans remembtance

Of one’s forebears.

Ours is a time

That renames

Herders

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pp09l8QLtDs}

For tanners

And drives

Gatherers of wool

Off rosebush stalks

Go scrape

Rawhide

 ^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2AS6pAWR9n4} 

for a living.

Desperate women

    Fuck desperate men

    To spell

    Children

    With a wit

As desperate.

Psychologists and

Doctors of Philosophy

Hold on to vanity

With convincing conceit

No one knows

To what end

They 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 again met Silvie

Who I was once engaged to

Marry.

My dream found her

On a street in Boston

Pushing

A baby carriage

I asked her:

Is that you, Silvie?

She turned to me

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

Their round

^{https://www.gold-eagle.com/article/magic-number-30}

And became

Nearly forgot

Before another 30

Came for their turn.

By some grace

The face of

The babe

Of Anne’s miscarriage

I saw not.

Such

Moments of

Remembrance

When

A foreshortened life

Life skids out

From under one

Becomes

The eternalest

Of curses.

Ai,

As is the habit

of dreams

It awakened me

To another day:

Had I but lived

In the countryside

And been a cobbler

Of horses’ hooves

And Silvie a maid

In my aunt’s kitchen,

We would have remained

All over her each other

Till our

Kingdom in bed

Was aswirl

And the

Honey and cream
Of a mother’s breast

Fed courage

To another generation

Of innocents.

6 With Wishing Wand in Hand

Our Blue and policed

Civilization

Is an event

A ‘Christian’* and

Military

Industrial complex led

Gang rape hid

Behind the screen of

A faked-up history
telling of

Deeds pleasing

To angels and God

*The so-called  ‘religious wars’ (essentially wars of resistane against the relentless encroachment of Christian ruled cities ^{https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_City_of_God} in the process of seizing the resources and domicile of wood and countryside dwellers for their exclusive use) did not end with the faked up 1648 ‘Westphalia Peace Treaty’.The origin of the ‘religious wars’ were in the attempt of an artificial and ego based (Catholic) religion, to destroy religion informed by the biologic spirit of the Garden of Eden. No better examples of the ego vulture at work than the elimination by Rome of the Cathars of Occitania and Aztecs and Mayas of the Americas; and the Catholic-ecumenic United States hegemonizing with fake ‘freedoms’ the world in our own days.

The Westphalian Peace has in fact no more to do do with peace than the Versailles Peace ^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oV2e_06C0bU} , whereafter, 20 years later, war (WW2 ^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KfnEy8FuElc} ) broke out. The reinforced corruption of history that followed the Westphalian Peace still awaits a new school of historians. Because WW3—means certain death for our artificia and cowardly civiization—it is likely that only a collapse from within will result in the existential revolution that is necessary.

An heir

of

The holy hooligans

A mindless kid like me

Stole my trust

And at age eleven

turned me

A sovereign

For life

In a toilet

Of the Gdansk

Maritime University

Where a remainder of

Peasants and

Their city-fied offspring

From Riga

Fleeing

The ecumenic

Bloodbaths

At the Ostfront*

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nTXhvjyaxQ4}  

Sheltered

*Chritian ecunemism, delayed for nearly 300 years (since the Westphalian Peace Treaty of 1648), became transformed into a city led communist mob that vents its rage against the human instinct to live as a community, via a war in which mostly the civilian populations suffer and die, even as almost no one escapes mental trauma.

Still, the war ended prematurely, without ecumenism (led by the Soviet Union) gaining a clear victory which it believed was its due. Since the West, due to its stronger economy was able to put forward the notion that the winner of WW2 (Normandy landing) was the West and capitalist America, the issue lay dormant until the economic capitulation and fall of the Soviet Union and emergence of the European Union (EU) as the sole model of factory (ecumenical) capitalism. Interestingly, this happened because of the economic success of the laissez faire nature ^{https://www.investopedia.com/terms/l/laissezfaire.asp}  of  so-called ‘free’ western capitalism.

Even  though the Cold War was won by the west, nevertheless, it, too, was forced by the Soviet sacridices to accept the notion that Common Man was due his part in the victor’s bounty. In the West, this common man’s surplus was expended on the promotion of a fake democracy and ‘free speech’ (not unlike the propaganda campaign that promoted the overthrow by the Lords of King John  https://www.google.com/search?q=painting+signing+the+magna+carta&client=firefox-b-d&sxsrf=ACYBGNT6GAGfAUMbUq3rKSAFawTY2YlIKw:1567850882463&tbm=isch&source=iu&ictx=1&fir=Z8iXUk9Vg789cM%253A%252Cg1Yq7GdxGXbWvM%252C_&vet=1&usg=AI4_-kQDPapBixsBfssbwAXGXZAJDNKh6w&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwicyqPXu77kAhWjxaYKHXtQAuIQ9QEwAHoECAIQAw#imgrc=cT19ITE3ZGRYTM:&vet=1 ). Today the faked-up fistory by the West is able to exploit computer technology (though a militarist invention) as an invention of to its benefit by attributing it to its superior freedoms. Alas! Once the technology became developed, it revealed just how profoundly the human psyche had been dumbed down by the city-fied nature of capitalism and communism disciplined by its 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=fxdVitgv3eg}   that began to turn so fast, it shed its seats and America’s unicorn  lost both its horn and head.

As we pissed

Into the toilet

My friend asked me:

”Do you know

What a cock is for?”

I suppose

I answered ”No”

Whereupon my friend

Took my little cock

In his hand

And and whacked it

Inhis palm

Until I cried: ”Stop!”

And my knees

Went limp.

I surely was enlightened

And never let

Another such male

Bully boy

Near me again.

War is to educate

In ecumenism:

Soldier, city-zen

And peasant

All meat screaming

Hymns

Of patriotic galore

Blowing off steam

Through ten storey chimneys

In Washington

Or Fukushima

Ecumenism used to be

A ceremony, a sacred feast

A last supper

Joining past and present

But is now transformed

And

Become like a table

Spread with tarot cards

Succoring

A thousand uncertain egos

With stories of how

On the other side of the keyhole

Gorgon Medusa

Waits with spread legs and

Tongue hanging

From a face enraptured

By the glories of sex.

https://www.thoughtco.com/pictures-of-medusa-4122982  

Instead

The poet sees

Intestines hanging from

Dead horses

Drawn by craness

From Sanka’s

deepest holds

To be dropped

Starboard

Into jellyfish crowded

Gulf of Gdansk

To float

Until punctured

By bullets

blowing bubbles

Until sink

In sight of

Amber mines

Of long ago

Oldprussian kings

The krihvi* or

crippled God-Kings of

Herder (pa-gan) tribes**

Of the Oldbalts

*By the rules of Grimm’s Law, ‘krihvi’  or priests also may be spelled ‘klibie’, which means ‘clubfoots’ (in Latvian). Such ’klibie’ were the sancient Man-Gods of the Balts.

We may remember that Oedipus, the King of Sophocles play OesipusRex/ ”Oedipus the King”, was 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 —would have made him appear to Mary-Magdalene, his mother, and disciples as a man with a limp. However, none of the authors of the Gospels cares to recall this. Why with a limp? Because a limp was the sign by which a man was identified as a self-sacrifice to the Great Spiri. The limp was the result of of the future God-King having been secured to his cradle with a chain hat went through the his heel tendons and was secured to a ‘rib’ that formed the sides of the crib or feeding trough of donkeys at an inn for travelers. The limp identified the Man-king as a man destined to become God.

The sacrificial ritual has ancient roots, and is exhaustively described by James Frazer in his book ‘The Golden Bough’. Indeed, the word ‘golden’ may be because the vine of the mistletoe may have served as a chain. All kings who succeeded the 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;

3. Cuauhtemoc ^{https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cuauht%C3%A9moc}  (Mexico, 16^th cen.), murdered by the Spaniard Alvarado ^{https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Massacre_in_the_Great_Temple_of_Tenochtitlan} ; and

4. Kings John (13^th cen,) of England and;

5. Louis XVI (18^th cen.) of France.

Though self-sacrifice had been replaced with murder by the time of the last mentioned, the myth about the Divinity of kings remained (confirming its profound roots in the psyche of living beings) among the common people, who confirmed this as late as 18th centurt by dipping their scarves or handkerchiefs in the blood of the King Louis XVI, who was sguillotined by Robespierre ^{https://www.france24.com/en/20121231-rag-dipped-blood-guillotined-french-king-genuine-louis-xvi-dna-history} .

incidentallyr, ‘pagan’ does not  mean ‘godless’ as is commonly believed by twenty forgotten generations catholicized Christians, but ‘herder’. Ancient tribal people earned their livelthood not as ‘hunters gatherers’ (as catholic anthropologists tell us), but as ‘herders, gatherers, and gardeners’. Pagan is a word that consists of two parts: the prefix ’pa-’, which diminihes the word + ‘gan’/ herder that follows it. The deliberate mistranslation of the meaning of ‘pagan’ (to the  shame of all 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 esperate Oldprussians

from

The Ghermans

Come declare

First fuckrights

For some Junker

(singing: ”Alle Menschen

Werden Brueder”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZynNMnOe1Nw   

Over every Oldprussian’s bride

Gaining the West

‘Lebens Raum’

By claiming the bride’s

Firstborn as his own

Thus, alimony for rape

paid

By adding a bit of

Prussian land to

The juncker’s estate.

In Weimar

I entered the milk shop

With raised arm

Heiling Hitler

And watched

The theatre burn

Flames bursting

Through

Its arched windows

While

A man

From a Buchenwald

Clearing rubble

Fell before me

On his knees

And begged for

A bread

He had spotted

In my shopping basket

    Indoctrinated by

Our hosts

    I refused him.

Mother

Made love

To a Luftwaffe Officer

From Munich

Come to visit

His parents

Who carried

The sign of the wheel

Of the counterclock Sun

Yet took no offense

At our Jewish sounding

surname

Nor asked

Whether I was circumcized.

I already knew

How to make a drill

Of my hand

And piss

Into a pile of sand

In the attick

(Put there

To douse the flames

In case

A phosphorus bomb

Fell through the roof).

    Hans, the pilot

Accompanied us

    The night

    The bombs fell

On Luther’s Ehrfurt

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hz7ovh_SpyQ}  

    As we watched

    Dresden burn

Behind a rose red horizon

    Hans

Sitting next to me

Pleasured

Mother’s crotch.

All that remembrance

Was sodered

To me

By angst

Where it sits

As a clump

Of rusted iron

Nails

And reminds me

That

Was du ererbt (hast)

Wolst du besitzen

Far into

The future

And like rust

Beyond removing

Makes recall

The scream of sparrows

I killed

When (age nine)

by offering them seeds

Next to

The rose bush

On the trigger

Of a rat trap.

No one stopped me.

The need to kill

Was like a law

Of nature

To be taught

One’s children.

Father,

Raising me to be

A man

Presented me

on my 6th birthday

with a toy rifle

Which he raised

To his shoulder

To show me

How it worked.

I know not why

As if by some foresight

I cried ”No!”

And refused the gift

I never forgot

But forgave

When I screamed

A tantrum of prayers

(When sure

Everyone

Was at the other end

Of the house)

I bounced

On my bed

Begging God

To stay him

Among the living.

There were days

I fucked mother

With

No lesser

Tandrums

Then watched

Her face

Twist in agony

Unknowing

For what reason

She had been

Fucked by her

Lack loved

Son

Who ran to

Her side

And tried revive her

By offering her

Sugared water

To cover up

His sin.

War is a

Billion year mystery

No mother

Of any nestling

understands

When from

Between the cat’s paws

She screams ”Spare me!

I have nestlings”

God does not come

(as you may think)

To her rescue

But continues

To die

Over and over again.

”There is no other way,”

He says:

”You bear the burden

Of the kitty

Who brings you

A dead mouse

As a gift....”

Cindy said

I was

A macho male.

Silvie said

I had

A beautiful soul

Divine Rusalka

Sings yet

A ”Song to the Moon”

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JHM3zMBQxTQ}  :

It leaves me

Wondering, why

The needfire for love

Of abandoned cats

In post-Soviet Latvia

Their step-families

Gone off

To England

To pluck feathers

Off chicken bodies

In chicken factories

Where only Muslims

qualify

As throatcutters of

Christian raised

Chickens

Come

Seek me out.

Is it because

Beside the hole

In the ground

I say a prayer

For us?

Perhaps

Seeking

A reprieve

In a life gone wrong

The feline found

In my shed

A shredded

Cardboard box

With a torn towel

To lie on and

To die on

And made me feel

Like a host

Worthy of a citation

For hospitality.

7 Loop de Loop

The train came

And took

Us

A few hundred

A few days  before

The Bolsheviks

And brought us

By wasy of numerous

Railway stadions

Turned ammo dumps

To Vilseck ^{https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vilseck} 

A military camp

(To this day)

In a wood

Threwn all about

With two feet long

Phosphorus bombs

Vilseck was

Jerusalem

For the unwanted

Who

After being

Deloused

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fw4i5IfDtPI}

Hastened to

Try save their heirs
From being unschooled

Wherefore

Had the poet

Age 12

Finish 5th grade

In 3 months

Remembering which

Marathon

74 years later

Brings to mind

The ama zing will

The deplorables show

For survival

^{https://www.pablopicasso.org/guernica.jsp}

Indeed,

It was spontaneous

Pareidolia*

^{https://rationalwiki.org/wiki/Pareidolia}  

*Pareidolia is a form of mental activity (sometimes it said to be a ‘fake religion’—seeing and hearing things ^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YUy7pwp9Qmo}  ) that in our age of ‘science’ and murderous razor-edged vision is denied legitimacy. Pareidolia is used by smart ass ‘losers’ to escape a head on attack by making a side step and letting the killer crash and eat dirt ^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BgPinqi2jwU}

That  spelled

‘Kasern’ as

‘castle’

‘castrum’

‘al quasr

And have

A refugee choir sing

J-e-r-u-s-a-l-e-m:

 ^{https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/54684/jerusalem-and-did-those-feet-in-ancient-time}  

 “And is the Lamb of God,

Ever

On our pasture seen?”

While official slander

Twists and makes

Yarosalem be of ‘pagans’

Spell Yaroslavl
^{https://city-yaroslavl.ru/en/}

A congregation of lambs

And causes the English

Forget

That ‘yarn’

Is of a lamb

And King John The Baptist

Of Ludds

From Luddon

^{https://www.google.com/search?client=firefox-b-d&q=etymology+of+London}  

Was replaced with

A boy king

^{https://www.historytoday.com/archive/history-matters/death-king-john}  

And only the poet

William Blake dares mention

That England, too

Had a Jerusalem

^{https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/And_did_those_feet_in_ancient_time}  

Where on a mattres

Of a straw threwn floor

Lambs

And luddies

from Nottingham

Turned out of barn and home

By merviless missionaries

Found a respite

From the peril of lords.

Then by way of

Anberg, Bamberg

To a room

At 12 Beutauklingen Strasse

In Esslingen am Neckar

Whence on to New York

And Boston

Where a couple

Keeping a house

Full or orphans

Gave me room and board

In return for

A helping hand

Where

In the afternoons

While the orphans slept

Ol’ Smittie and I

Played

Chess

Whereafter
If I won the game

Smittie was succored

(To the chagrin

Of Delores)

by Nellie

In the attick bedroom.

Had Nellie

Hasnthe courage

To lay me

Perhaps I would have

Stayed on

But it was

Not to be

Instead

Valvala

From next door

Listened to me

Play the harmonica

And spoke

The nicest words

I ever heard:

”I am ready

For you, Robin!

I am ready!”

I did not ger

To take her either.

The world

Continued to turn

Upside down.

News came

Who knows

By what whisper

Intrigue

had died^1941.09.23

Of diarrhea and

Stomach cramps

At the Solimska saltmines

A Soviet gulag

In my mother’s

Mother’s arms

To celebrate

her birthday^1881.09.10*

^{*Salmonella poisoning takes more than a week before one dies of it.}

She had bought

A can of sprats

Next

I found myself

In Inchon

—Three days

After the armistice

Of a United Nations

War—

I was among

fucked-up men

like myself

Serving humankind

Born of asphalt

And

Like all

Stared bewildered

At bare breasted

Korean peasant women

Walk ten paces behind

Their husbands

Who flicked the vipers

Come sun

On the dirt road

Back into the

Rice paddy.

Still, I read the

Standard issue Testament

And when

In our tent

Destitute daughters o

Destitute peasants

Went from

cot to cot

Selling the troops

Their pussies of

Not so fresh meat

Twirking

Between their legs

I turned

to my other side

Wherefore

My brothers-in-arms

Soon called me

”Stuck-up”

(On himself).

Helped by a sock

In the darkness of

My sleeping bag

I did my best

To remain

sovereign.

Months later on ‘rest

And recuperation’

In a Japanese

Whorehouse

In Kobe

Maya

asked me

”Will you marry me?”

I blunted ”No”

Then embraced her

We both wept.

Maya took me

To the shrine

For fucked-up children

Sitting

Dressed up

As pretty dolls

On the temple’s shelves.

    I fully understood

    Maya’s despair

Only decades later

(when by way of

many

Loop de loops)

I was back in Latvia^{in the 1990s}

And asked

A fiftyish hitchhiker

What she thought of

The country regaining

Its independence,

She looked at me

Touched my hand

(not my thigh)

And replied:

”I am almost ready

To become

A whore.”

No Latvian churchman

Knew to teļl

The story of St. Agnes

^{https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agnes_of_Rome}

The raped Roman lamb

But ler

The deplorables of

A renewed country

watch her

Reincarnations

Dragged along

The highways

And byways of

God’sland

And prove that

In Latvia

All Moravians

Were long dead

By hands of

A murderous

Germans and

A consenting

Latvian Lutheran church

^{http://www.eleison.lv/Biblioteka/priesteri/JLicis.htm}  

Done serving

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

Knew

I was capable

Of telling them

To go fuck as well.

Wherefore

I took to English

And signed up

For a poetry seminar

Given by Robert Lowell

Who had written

Prize winning

”Lord Weary’s Castle”.

Though I had

heard of

Herzog Bluebeard

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U3w_8jTsdd8}

I had never heard of

Skunk Hour

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hSlcc2b02yc}

Or ‘confessional’ poetry.

Yet by some fury

Pilloried

a poem:

”...Bloodpost

Will become

Life again”.

Thereafter

I could no more

Make sense

Of words.

My incoherance

Seemed beyond cure.

I was too young

To be a poet

Of my time.

Life demanded

I live it and

Rethink it

Before I dare

Paraidol it.

    So, here I am

    At age eighty-six

As the Greek vase

pictures it:

Jason

 ^{https://www.theoi.com/Gallery/M20.1.html}

Spit from

The serpent’s gut

Like a fish

Parboiled

Raped

outraged

In the steams

of Cities

gone mad.

8 In Remembrance of Misha

As T. S. Eliott wrote”:

“..., do not ask,

'What is it?'

Let us go

and make our visit”

Then

We will see

If denial

And inversion is

The haze that

Drifts through

The Kremlin’s

Dining rooms

The White House

Oval office

And other

Heavenly places

After the arrest

Of minds of men

In Superman suits

Takesplace.

Truth is

No one knew

Until Nadezhda

^{https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nadezhda_Alliluyeva} 

Had enough

Cried Alleluia!

Committed suicide

And proved St_.alin

But a shaggy dog

sniffing his way

Across an alcohol

befogged

Moscva bridge

Early one morning

Hunting the last

Sovereign ghost

Of some escaped kulak

Or his wife

To have them come and

Wash with vodka

The blood splattered

Leather kilts

Of the butchers

Slaving away

In the cellars

Of the Lyu-b-yanka

Raising the Tsar or

The Soviets

Their empire*

*The horrendous Truth of the matter is that like Tsar Peter, St_.alin understood that to successfully resist the bloodsuckers come from the West, one had to square their methods, industrialize, and risk  one’s self becoming like a vulture ^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tuYQSnbd8Us} pulling food from the intestines of the dead never to be redeemed by the clock returning things to as they were. What is the future of piggish Moscow?

Though a Soviet

Need never have

More kolkhozniks

Than fifty finks

https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=fifty

And a choir is

Big enough

with six voices

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XzK5YEVMHn4}

So much

    For steel

Tempered in

City waters:

We think,

Write,

And temper

The laws we want

The way we want

The country

Be damned...

    Let the bitch

Lie naked

Under the dining table

With her skirt drawn

And wait for a stakhanovich

To draw aside

The table cloth and

Come down on her

On all fours

And give her

A fuck.

    After Nadezhda’s suicide

    St_.alin was reborn

    As a living dead man

Who heard

her ghost liken her suicide

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-jcDXDHoNGs}  

To the murder

Of their children

^{https://www.google.com/search?q=stalin+and+his+children&client=firefox-b-d&tbm=isch&source=iu&ictx=1&fir=bMTH3TWOYRH-hM%253A%252CUKdkdCKIra269M%252C_&vet=1&usg=AI4_-kQUyEWSR9PZ-7fcL0k_p_Rv47l80w&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiC4N-2vcriAhVFmIsKHWerDq0Q9QEwAHoECAAQBA#imgrc=bMTH3TWOYRH-hM:}

Left to himself

St_.alin

Went on

    To become a portrait

Of a Man-God*

    Free to kill anyone

    Who found himself

In the line of sight of

Whereever its gaze fell

    And awakened

Memories

*When Nadezhda killed herself, she did for Stalin what he, because of his indoctrination in Orthodox and Catholic globalist theology (that religion is a tool of the State) did not dare or have the courage to do for himself. Because she had been Stalin’s intimate, Nadezhda intuited that the Man-God orientation of orthodox Christian theology had reached its nadir in St_.alin, and decided to return Divinity to the Great Spirit by committing suicide and turning into a Goddess. Needless to say, Nadezhda proved St_.alin’s subjective self to be cowardly. On the other hand, once he was emptied of Nadezhda’s presence (1932), St_.alin’s subjective self (freed from having to kill Nadezhda) felt free to become God of Terror as only the Book of Revelation forecast it ^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p5eP_HoNUx8 (Click 35:00)}

With God dead, and the search for His successor a failure, city dwellers began to identify with what came to be called ‘naked humanity’. Unfortunately, this movement was preoccupied with and limited itself to City borne Nature ^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWCe_b_8ZlM} and became identified with featherless chickens ^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8qJK5K_fcfE}  . Because City dwellers fail to recognie themselves as radically different new species, Nadezhda’s self-sacrifice means nothing to them, and a thousant mutants of St_.alin seek believe themselves to be geniuses for wamting to emigrante to Mars instead. Though the movement received suppor from the main stream media, even a total deforestation of planet Earth could not pay for it, and Earth became even more uninhabitable ^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BB5U8Goa_iY} (note how the profesor of truth believes that more air conditioning will solve all problems) than in the day of holodomor ^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C_F1kYQlcS} . Interestingy the subjective mind of the human collective believed that it credible that the problems on Earth were caused by Martians as early ass 1938 ^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xs0K4ApWl4g} . With most of Humankind living in cities, it is no surprise that cityfolk found it relatively easy to identify with overheated featherless chickens running short on chickenfeed. Countryfolk, too, influenced by radio were subject to increaing anxieties. Tshus, with expectations of Doom becoming inevitable, many turned to the Bible, expected Armageddon ^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iq6q2BrTino} , and the return of God as Savior.

**While the Great Spirit was—more often than not—perceived as feminine in its nature, God on the other hand was seen as masculine. Why? The answer is simple: Women are mothers of children and birthe the human race; men, on the other hand, are seen as the protectors of communities (families, tribes, countries), which circumstance causes them to sacridice their lives ^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3EYU3VTI3IU} . As pointed out at above (*), God is consequent to the sacrifice of life by a male inividual more often than of a female.

***It is worth noting that The Great Spirit was for the most part believed to represent Life in the wood. Once the self-sacrificial male was metamorphosed into God, Life was replaced by Consciousness. Consciousness dressed in a suit is subject to failure and death more often than Lifein the wild; and was squared, when in the course of time, men began to convert God to the ends of human institutions. God lost His man-God charisma, and Nature came to be replaced with reichs, empires—and was led by the likes of St_.alin.

    City tempered

In globalist ice-waters

St_.alin

Inserted

His ice-water

Stiffened body

And mind

Among the living

By forcing awake

Memories of

Thousands of

Death sentences.

Death to the peasants

Shouted countless

Deputies

Let there be

Sputniks

Putniks

And trips to the moon

Who cares if Misha

Dies an alcoholic.

We need the levy

On gin and vodka

To keep our cities

Going

Let ants replace

The Romas’s* of birds

With concrete towers

Reaching into the clouds.

*Just as the word ‘pagan’ is derived from the word ‘gan’ (meaning herder, and originaly pronounced ‘yan’/jan), so ‘roma’ is derived from an old anf now forgotten word, meaning nest or cradle. When the warlords introduced agriculture, and began deforestation, many people who dwelt in forest Romas, in order to escape slavery, fled from their millenium old habitats. The flights took place on foot, and in horse drawn boats or wagons. While today it is believed that the Roma (gypies, zigeuner ^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0M16447BSZI&list=RDQTEokyBCYLk} ) originated in India, it is more likely that they are of any number of ‘Romas’, a name appropriated by the Catholic Church for its sole use. In the poet’s country of origin, Latvia, there are records of hundreds of place names, once homesteads in the forest, called ‘Roma’. True to the contemptuous attitude of the post-Soviet Latvian government for all things of preindustrial age or Russian, the original homesteads of the Latvian people are  a matter of indifference for Pop-culturalized city-zen bureaucrats.

Gypsy culture

Regenerates

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qsp7y8nti28}  

Every time

The city sociopaths

Create a new category of

The poor and

There is a shortage

Of bananas

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T-uJVA90hTE}  

Which reminds me

That the swallows did not

Return this year

To their Romas

Under my roof

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DlHAXqIDB-g}

Americans

Or their proxies

Killed them

In their bloody wars

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oekf9wCR_qM}  

Stalin cleansed

The Cheka

Of Latvian

Sovereign kulaks

(The fists)

And beat to shit

Without exception

All living bodies

Horses including.

*When in 1932 the poet’s grandfather (72) retired, he bought a neglected country estate in hopes that he could spend his remaining years raising horses. Unfortunately for him, Stalin’s factories had already began to mass produce tractors that would replace horses. Intrigue, his wife, ridiculed grandfather for his oldfashioned orientation and proposed that he build a modern farm instead. Because at the time, 80%+ of the Latvian people were still holders of family farms and used horses to plow their fields, they were unfamiliar with the idea that a farm could be turned into a factory. Thus, this effort, too, flopped. Intrigue then turned the assembly hall at the entrance of the mansion into a reception room with two ornate floor to ceiling antique clocks flanking the gathering place in the middle. Sadly, grandfather died alone in a small basement room at the back of the house that was located next to the closet that housed the mechanisms that ran the clocks upstairs. All that remains today of granfather’s regard for horses is a story he wrote in 1880 at the age of 20: ”A Horses’s Memories’’.

Misha was a

Village alcoholic

Everyone knew well

Once a Soviet era

Countryside policeman

Misha did

What he could to

Avoid work

And to enjoy his job

Became

The star at

Every village

Cocktail party

What with

The police car

Becoming

A vodka ferry when

In early morning hours

The wells ran dry

It was then

Misha summoned Stalin

To his side

As an authority.

Sad to say

During one such party

Misha’s partner laid

His wife

Which is why

Misha punched him

And was

Fired forthwith.

    Saving one’s soul

    By the side of

    One’s coffin

    (touch Misha’s

Folded cold hands

Covered by sister’s

Handkerchief)

    Is not an endeavour

    Worth mention

    Unless he had

    The affection of those

Who came to say

Good bye.

9 Livonia’s Cubed Wonderland http://www.artnet.com/artists/vik-muniz/weeping-woman-after-picasso-pictures-of-pigment-_2fTycNP0j3i-j_f648tGA2

When Tsarina Katerina I

Let Generalin Magdelina

Keep the pension of

Her husband (d. 1727)

She may

Or may not

Have done it

Intentionally

Imagining she could

Through Magdelina

Become¹⁷²⁹

the mother

Creatrix

So to speak

Of raped over Latvians

from whose midst

She, Katerina,

—Turned by

Ways of war—

Into a whore

Would emerge

200 years Later¹⁹¹⁸

As a republic

Destined to be

Again fucked

Now

By its own orphans.

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC5062831/

Today

(following failed

Armageddon 1),

No one gives

Katerina

Or Magdalena credit

But erases

And belies

18th century

Latvian and

Russian history

For the sake of

A kingdom

On the Moon.

    Instead,

    A post-Soviet

    ‘renewed’ Latvia

    (a subject province

    Within

The European Union)

    A province that denies

    its history

    and its wood

    But lets

Cityfolk in Riga

Filled to overflowing

By Russian and Latvian

Freeloaders

Fuck them up

To high heaven of lies

And blow money

On fireworks

And military parades

With old Abram tanks

And advertisements

Calling for

A UNITED LATVIJA,

STIPRA VALSTS,

While celebrating

A its 100th

Anniversary Year

Remembering nothing.

A 100 years ago

There wasl

Some pretention

that Latvians

Had ancient roots

And to prove it

Most children knew

A 100 folk songs.

Today

(become subjects of

The European Union)

There are none

Such children

But ‘beat-the-rich’

Rappers with

”Too much money in the bank”

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z0ZTfUM2-9w}  

History has been

Assimilated into

A faked story

Where the past is

Like God

Who returned

But because

no longer needed

Was soon killed.

Nine tenths of

The luddies

Who once lived

Where I live now

Have been driven

Off the land

Into cities

Where pornography

(Big screen

In everyone’s

Bedroom

Adam saying to Eve:

I love you,

I need you,

I want you

To sit on my face

Until I get a raise

And hire the Great

Whore Babylon

And fuck her

In the face.

Never mind

The ‘blessed’

Violent men

And women

Of government fame

Who curse

With conviction

All that is Russian

Including

Tsarina Katerina

Who Tsar Peter

Took from

General Sheremetev

And

(To restore her dignity)

Married

As the Pope

Fried ”live”

Jan Huss the Ludd

And listened to him

Screem

Spat

and said:

”Enjoy your Luck^Laima=Karma,

Brother.

^{https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC5062831/}

10. A Kebab of Lamb

s

When I returned

To Latvia

(after a 51 year absence)

I was surprised

To hear

Teenagers

(Who came visit me

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 had no memory

    They knew no history

There was no song

That sang

“For auld lang syne,

My jo,
For auld lang syne,”

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wPnhaGWBnys}

My dears

For a buck

Most young girls

Were ready to

And did fuck

Anyone:

If I did not

An Afghan

In London was

Sure to do it.

It was fuck

Theft and lie time

In Latvia

Uninspired politicians

Former baskeball players

Pretended to be of

Noble birth

And collected rich dividends

Off alcohol licenses

While everyone everywhere

Was having an orgasm

The community

Had to bear

Parliamentary democracy’s

Unzippered dickheads

Sucking up the stage

For eyeing.

   

    Was such ignorance

In response to

God-man come bang

Mary Magdalene

In the arse?

Evidently.

    The young had

Never heard

Murmurings

From their

Alcohol besotted fathers

Or screams of mothers

At the tear

Of the vulva

By a child

Born feet first.

In St_.alin’s Paradise

They had been

Shelled out

As avocado seeds

In greasy pulp

Turned on a pantry shelf

Dry and black

I had to let

The question become

One

I had to ask myself.

Only after leaving Riga

And moving to live

In the countryside

Did I realize

How faked

And fucked up

Renewed Latvia was

I had returned to

A people who had

Come into the present

In a land

Sans syne

^{https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/syne}  

Though I was of

Syne

Syne was no longer

By virtue of aging

I had turned into

A ghost

Better dead

Than spooking the young

With stories

From thence and syne.

A psychologist from Canada

Was president

Ulmanis was a forgotten

Curiosity

Intrigue was negotiating

A new career for herself

As a believable phantasm

To this day

The US embassy

(10 minutes by cars

From the Riga airport)

Cannot tell a bull

From a cow

But flies

The flag of trannies

^{https://balticword.eu/us-embassy-in-latvia-flew-rainbow-flag-despite-policy-switch/}

With U.S.’s own

The emabassy

May well smirk:

Having emptied craniums

of memories

Everyone’s guts disemboweled

And innocence

Of young

Shredded to rags

Adorning scare crows

https://pixabay.com/photos/scarecrow-autumn-fall-seasonal-1416256/ s

Gladio in Latvia

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T5v95u5t284}

rose

Like Jesus

From the bones of

John the Baptist

^{https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Giovanni_Battista_Tiepolo_020.jpg s}

(Or Eve from the rib Adam)

On the remains

Of the KGB or CIA

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xDBfoSq-l3U

A spotles

Renewed shadow

On the other side of

Screams

Coming from thieves

Deemed unworthy of

Having their

Pain remembered*.

*The poet believes that thieving is as natural to humans as it is to a hungry magpie ^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1neI5sQGPcU} , and that the two thieves who were crucified along with Jesus were blameless and ‘framed’ or put in the picture for drama’s sake. This is not to say that thieving by humans is desirable if one wishes to become part of Divinity, which is why humāns have consciousnes, But it does say that so called ‘ethical’ behavior by atheists is little else than bravado ny the satiated.

His sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjusts

The vaccinations

Against pain

Were by way

Of orgasms

Induced by

Sodomization

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DPeVVGCmwx0}  

After the blood

And screams

One knew

There

Had been

Pain, death

And whatnot

But was

Made forget it

By multiple

Anal orgasms

And welfare

Catalyzed out of

Decaying Divinity.

To the

American-Latvian

Gladio agents

Whether from Chicago

Or Boston

The Romas* of

*Romas were homes, camps, or hubs of the forest people such as Robin Ludd, aka Hood, around which, turned the Sun and the daily life of a community. Though Catholic Christian dogma has monopolized the name, it retains a presence in our speech through derivatives such as ‘rite’, ‘ritual’, ‘recite’, ‘rythm’, ‘rise’, ‘ring’, ‘roam’,‘run’, ‘return’, ‘round’, etc.

Their forebears

Are but mounds

Of dirt

In the middle of

A potato field

left over

From

Amelioration of the land

By Soviet robots

To make room

For a pigfarm

Or turning

Rivers into

Straight ditches

    The young

Saw no sense

    To ‘father’ or ‘motherland’.

    They preferred

Elvis

Celebrate his crotch

Sing

‘Hound Dog’

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=URayWTkEPYM}

And called

Their forebears

Ever subtler

‘Rooster’s Song’*

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ObPQMcgVjKM}

One for children

(*”Where goest thou,

Rooster mine?

I go to awaken

The village maids

Three times acrowing....”)

Leaving the celebration of

Morning love rituals

On styrofoam filled mattresses

In bandoned garages

To rich

Sex starved Madonnas

Strumpfbands showing

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GgDxv0Qg_Rg&index=8&list=LLES-7C7fziL5AZvxlj_EHVg}

The wonted

‘Singing revolution’

Of the Baltic Nations

Was but

Gladio propaganda

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4njksFKyycY}

On behalf of

The next occupation

By fucked up NATO ‘heroes’

Trained to kill

In America*

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=00YCeJNDISw  

*The ruling elites in the Baltics of today form the Gladio-CIA sponsored post-Soviet  castrated sgovernments (its memberhip tecruited from among American-Latvian and NATO-Latvian aģents), even as native Latvians are encouraged to ignore and lose memory of the history of their homeland in favor of ‘western valuess’ being extended to ‘other people’ ^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2JkhpZCjdew} .

Though the ‘baricades’ (of 1991) expressed real emotions and desires of the people of the Baltics to renew their extinguished nations, the intellect of that desire came to be represented by western intelligence agencies and quislings seeking lucrative employment. There was no follow through or critique by a Latvian government; and by 1993, one protested the ‘renewal’ with 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 note of the sacrifice was said to be of no importance and its content has never been revealed. The Blue priests of the ‘renewed’ (but not sovereign) Riga governed formerly sovereign Latvia with banners waving ^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jj4g5O8w28U}

The Black horseman of

The Post Soviet

Latvian government

(Poverty

Whoring and theft

Unemployment

Emigration

Depopulation

Alcoholism

Forest decimation

Mindlessness...)

Was loosed

By the

Riga based

Saeima of

Government bred

Paraisitic wasps

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vMG-LWyNcAs}

That scorcheded

the countryside

And left it to die.

    Erasure of memory

Was spread

Over the minds of

The survivors of

A once nation

As a mouse trap

To the brim

With drowning mice

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MHGWBHgJoBo}

Of course,s

The degree of

Sadism employed

Is a Top secret

^{https://vdd.gov.lv/en/areas-of-activity/protection-of-state-secrets/}  

Of the Latvian

Government:

Dissent is silenced

With spectacular

Public ceremonies

Where licking of

Of fake documents

And books

Takes place

With erotic intensity.

When the 100th

Anniversarys

Of the last 100 years

Was celebrated

history was neglected

In favor of

History exuded as porn

By Bruxells and Riga.

In ‘renewed’

Post-Soviet Latvia

History is

Like a kebab of lamb

Turning

On a Viking’s spit.

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yi8e4M3Us9A}  .

11 Stalled On A Ladder

What is the sense

Of living on

Earth’s blind

Made-in-America

Civilization

When America

Lost of mind

Bombs in hand

Some nut in California

Proposing nuke Mars

Uncle Sam’s

Finger poking up

Every

Government employed

Shits arse

Inspiring cries

In turned blue Latvia:

Poke me more

Fake more

America !

We belong to

The West

We gasp

In amazement

At your conversion

To Catholicism

In our neck of

The wood

Silence reigns

No cries of

”Youoo-whoooo !”

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KvtT3UyhibQ}

From berry pickers or

Mushroom gatherers

Ululates across

The cranberry marsh

But the whisper

Of a wind

Swings in the trees

Awaiting

Baba Yaga’s iron teeth

The chainsaws of

The executioners

In Bruxell, Moscow, Washington

And Riga

All rip ready

At each others

Throats

Children stand

First in line

Real politic rules

The lands

Where

Luddies

Once spoke

The gentlest languages

Of people

On Earth:

Dear this

Dear that

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 fierce 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 enables the evolution of a language in which every noun can be endeared and 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

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tN1E2sOexec}  

Begs to hear

Itself sing

A nightmare

Even so

Survivors

Are shouted down

By shithead billionaire

Politicians

Media sucking up

The radiations

Of shit

To the stratosphere

All who hog

The news

With praisies and whines

For a U.S. and NATO

Sponsored

Genocidal democracy.

Not only

The language

Of fathers

And lullabies

of mothers

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HGNeIVyOsig}

Is forgotten

Cause for Anger

Is denied

As hate

And love

Is fucked up

By rabid

City malcontents

In vulture ministries

Lick arse

Before speaking.

Dreams and hopes

Of refuge seekers

And exiles

Find home again

In some wannabee homeland

Are lost in

The deep dusk of

Wine-dark dreams

That flow from the sky

Down

The steps of

A Maya pyramid

^{http://www.ancientpages.com/2015/12/19/magnificent-pyramid-of-the-magician-the-tallest-structure-in-ancient-city-of-uxmal/}

With a mob of

Migrants on its steps

amassing

At the 11^th hour

To find me

Sitting next to

My deceased brother

Confessing to him

My loss of fortune

As if he can help

When he shakes his head

And tells me

He remembered nothing

Of the tale

How I saved the painting

With the girl

From Capri

With the jug of water

on her head

As the noise of war

Contested August heat

And all around

The bloodied

Wounded crowded

What used to be

Our bedroom

We climb down

The pyramid

Cross the street

Enter the throat of

The city

Find my apartment

Where I remember

I have promised

To pick up

My wife

At work at 11.

The clock shows

5 minutes past.

I cannot remember

My wifes’s number

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=exqL4C2u7HA}

John is no help

And though dead

In dream

Remains a know nothing

We rush

To my car.

I get it started

But its headlights

will not turn on.

Which is why

I pull to the curb

And turn to John.

^{https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anita_(given_name)}

He says:

”Don’t you remember

You’re divorced

You have no wife

But one of believe

You did not

Fuck up children either

Try calling

Joan of Ark

The milkmaid

Whose womb

The Pope reamed

With sticks of fire

She saved France

Did she not?

She will not flinch

From the sight of

Latvia’s intestines

Swallowe

By Latvian hyenas.”

”Our sister

Full of pickled

Christian righteousness

Could have done
save something

Left no road marker

At her grandmother’s

But took what

She called

Her ‘property’

To America

Trusting the Letts

To survive

Fishing for trash and

Lampreys”.

I nodded astonished

With American exceptionalism

Handy in seconding

Lilith’s animus

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VgurldoZISI}

Her faked up ovsession

With Christian love

Let bless

Everyone with guilt

And left the road

littered

With collateral damage

Not of her doing

My brother and I

Sit entombed

In my car

By the curb

I turn the dial

The radio

And am surprised

To hear sing

Tchaikovski’s

”1812 overture”

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XPoGU832dq8}

(Mighty Lord, preserve us from jeopardy.
Take Thee now our faith and loud crying in penitence.
Grant victory o'er our treacherous and cruel enemies
And to our land bring peace.
O mighty Lord hear our lowly prayer,
And by Thy shining holy light.
Grant us, O Lord, peace again.
O msighty Lord hear our prayer
and save our people
Forever, forever!)

The htmn sung

The announcer speaks:

”...just in

A 40 river barge convoy

Carrying thousands of

Chicagoans

Fleeing the civil war

Embattled American Midwest

Traveling

Down the Missisippi River

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Ei2ReqncXE}

Was attacked last night

By shorebased torpedoes

Several barges were struck.

Thousands are believed

Drowned*

*After Americans living in the central part of their country had had enough of the city based socialist led insurgency for ‘free everything’, and began to resist by asking the cityfolk to pay for their food a fair market price, it was not long before armed convoys of cars manned by gangs of Antifa began ‘blitzkrieg’ attacks on inland farmer communities. Thanks to the Second Amendment ^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X6J7j82PCWI}  of the American Constitution, the people of the American countryside—unlike the Ukrainians during the Stsalinist caused holodomor ^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sr5WkhEiqcY} —not only met the attackers head on, but with Russian and Chinese support were soon attacking the anarchist inhabitants of the city, by blocking food and energy supplies to cities, and by advocating that cities be put an end to or holomobilized. Unlike in the case of Latvia (1919), where a similar proposal by Latvian country people was sabotaged by city (Petrograd) borne legalist Leninist Stuchka ^{https://academic.oup.com/ajcl/article-abstract/38/1/196/2580897?redirectedFrom=PDF}  , the  oposition movement of American farmers and their countryside supporters was almost immediately successful. As Russian and Chinese rockets and navies blocket ships carrying food supplies from reaching American coastal cities by sinking them in international waters, and President Trump, leader of the anti-urbanist forces, enticed city dwellers to desert to the countryside by offering them subsitance level gardens in the countryside, American cities quickly became islands of chaos, and holomodor visited those who had once exported it.

These events began the thousand year long period of peace (predicted in the Reveaton 20 ^{https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Revelation+20&version=KJV} s). It is a period during which the forests on Earth are regrown, wildlife is reborn and reestablishes irself, rivers ceased to glow in ditches, and men cease to fear death. Also, ‘democracy’ is discarded as a force that encourages disunity and iss once again replaced with sacred kingship.

The pheromones

Of Lady Death

Overwhelms my nostrils

The Lady

Approaches the car

I roll down the window

Her odor gags me.

She hands me a beaker

Filled wine

I gulp it with one swallow

My knees buckle

I see me

Fall

Into a fault

Of plowed earth.

The air fills with

Seagull screams

^https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xyA5c-ajXyg

Come gather worms

And free me

Of my flesh.

12. The Shadow Survives Its Object

By coming into

The light

Memory takes revenge

By remembering nothing

Death overwhelms it

With a nirvana like

Orgasm

No surprise that

Hung men die

With an erection

^{https://www.documentingreality.com/forum/f10/naked-man-hangs-himself-still-has-boner-69081/}  

and Muslim heaven is filled

With belly dancers

^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8YQM_zfYO7Q}

and Roman guards

roll dice over

who will

receive God’s

loin cloth, and

Judas acknowledges:

Though John the Baptist

Is my father,

Jesus, too, is

become God

And I must

Hang myself*

*Judas is one of the great mysteries presented by the story about Jesus. As the poet has pointed out in other adlibs, in his analysis  the so-called New Testament discovers that Jesus is a person deliberately introduced by a Catholic priesthood to destroy an earlier form of Christianity that promoted a self-sacrificial King as means by which humankind was to govern itself. Because of the universal respect received by this King, He came to be ragarded as the highest possible incarnation of a human being, i.e. God. In Latvia of old such a King may have been one Vissvaldis of the Latvian kingdom of Jerusalem (now convincingly diminished to a nonentity by having been renamed Jersika).

A series of murders of Sacred Kings in once Central Europe (round about the Black sSea https://www.google.com/maps/@43.4151586,25.6282163,1920291m/data=!3m1!1e3 ) took place about the 12^th century of our era—even though the Catholic clergy that served succeeding secular kings, has pushed the date back to a fictitious date of 32, the alleged age of the crucifiction of Jesus).

In Western Europe kingly rule lingered well into the 20^th century, and ended with a series of cowardly secular rulers (Leopold/Belgium, Hitler/ Germany, de Gaule/France, Franco/Spain, Mussolini/italy, Ulmanis/ Latvia, and others). Though Ulmanis of Latvia is a little known fake ruler, he stands out—because of his narcisisms—as the most cowardly of the lot: as the poet has pointed out elsewhere, K. Ulmanis used Intrigue (a career prostitute, in many areas of endeavour) now renamed—with the help of Latvia’s Cultural Fund as Latvia’s ‘First Lady’—to destroy beyond retrieval an entire nation of which the poet is a member.

Though redeemed

Judas

John’s son

Was the last of

The assembly of

Divines

Able to bear the weight

Of

God.

Alas! In what tatters

The mortal dress of
^{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=345ttNxIvog}

Humankind.

It’s time

To go

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fHRP6gadDQ4

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