Of Life Beyond The Gates Of Eden / A Family
Epic
By © Anton Vendamenc, 2019
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BEYOND THE Gates of Eden
A poem By © Anton Vendamenc, 2019
CONTENT
1. How It began
2. The Story of Grandmother
3. The Story of Grandfather
4. Story of Father
5. A Few Pithies
6. With Wishing Wand in Hand
7. Loop de Loop
8. In Remembtance of Sergey
9. Livonia’s Cubists Wonderland
10. A Kebab of lamb
11. Stalled On A Ladder
12. The Shadow Survives Its Object
The Poet suggests the reader listens to, reads comments under astrisks *,
and views all LINKS as these expand the space and unerstanding in which this ‘life
event’ takes pace.
In times past poets evoked emotions
by summoning images from Nature. The better of 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 Where the lemons bloom? )
Today such bonds are vanished and replaced with the sensitivities of a gentrified
urban class which is out of touch with Nature in extremis and extensialis.
The shift away from wood and field happened as if unexpectedly, and the urban replacement
became known as ‘confessional’ poetry’. One reason for naming the shift with
such an unusual name (The English poet and visionay Wm. Blake named it the work
of “dark sanic mills” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=29breFvexIA ) is that with
Nature removed as a reference, all that is left is one’s inner emotional life, undressed
and nakedly sexual in nature. An active voice in the transfer of nature to 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”. Whitman was
succeeded by Robert Lowell, with “Skunk Hour” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hSlcc2b02yc in which the a skunk pushes its head into a sour cream container.
This poet’s brief
entanglement with the author of “Life Studies https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Life_Studies ” (at Boston University 1957-1958) has lingered to bring forth (2019) “Of
Life Beyonds The Gates Of Eden”.
Canto 1. How It Began
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A reminder
Of the story
Of the rape of
Europa
By governments
of
Parasites which
Robbed
humankind
Of its Kings
And Gods
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a definition
Of ‘FUCK’
As in
Fucked-up
As by some magic
ssBy beings
Out of cyberspace
Then discarded
As mere meat
Or fat
Or carion
For a bachanale
For the Gods
Of air
‘Fucked-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 is an Expression
Of a stuborn
Sovereign
And resilient
„I am”.
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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 leutnant
Of a Wehrmacht
Post Office troop
Who of some
Priviledged
German family
Was seeking to escape
the malodorous winds
Of war and slaughter
As desperately
She
The only escape
Without
Being shot
By globe trotting
Christian governments
(Of which
Hitler’s was one)
Or hung
By scared
To death
Deserting
Fake elites
Or their
Military police
Was to forget war
And fuck
Many women
To escape war
Willingly fucked
Every fucker
Come their way
Love became
Like among dogs:
Dog wag tongue
And cunt appears
Before its eye
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 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 Lewis, 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 .
Rather than
Expressing love
With an amorous touch
The luddies claimed
Making love
Hadbecome like
”Tearing skin
Off the wire”
The skin of
The wire
Was seen
As an instrument
To bruise
Sext
Masturbate
Bless
And ”skunk
With porn
An entire millenium
and
Perhaps more
Fortunately
Fritz’s and Manya’s
Need for love
Fucks-up
No children
Only bruising
Memories
That was
In 1944
Seventy-five years
ago
Toward the end
of
WW2
The officer was young
Mother was young
I was
A young boy
I did not yet
Understand
What I saw
Life in the
countryside
Herding cows
And sheep
Kept me naive:
Standing in warm cow pie
In frost covered medow
Warming 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
Or Bowie
Could 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 (PPLV) 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 or Gladio’s parasitic
Latvian government, or a death wish of a half-dead community (the PPLV
government has for all practical purposes eliminated Latvian literature,
criticism, intellect, and what used to be called Latvian culture)—all left
rotting behind a glass sheathed facade of Riga https://www.gettyimages.ca/detail/photo/the-national-library-of-latvia-in-riga-royalty-free-image/1063557634 --only the future knows.
I did not know
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 the one from the other.
Of tsarist
Russia
Which
Turned him
Into derivative
Russian
As I am turned
By circumstance
Into a
derivative
American
It was a time
In my life
when no
Boy’s father
Could be
Someone
who could have
Fucked him up
Without forethought.
I did not imagine
I was of
A joke
The lark was
Father
Was already
Dead of
A bullet
on the 13th of April, 1942
Throug
His head
Pants full of
shit
Compliments of
Diarreah
Brought up
To 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
Fucked-up by
the KGB
Destined
to be boarded
up
At Astrakhan’s
Little Kremlin
Neither father
Nor I
Knew that
Heaven had contrived
That
Our woman in common
Left behind
On a farm
In a God forsaken land
By the grace of God
(or Chance)
Would fuck
A stranger
To (perhaps)
Save her and
Her brood’s life
Which is whyfore
This story
Of a survivor
At the finish line
Of his life
Mother’s behavior
In front of the
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, psychically concussed by events,
let herself forget this. Her affair before the very eyes of the poet’s father’s
relatives, humiliated aunt Emma with near deadly effect: in order not to scream, aunt Emma closed her
mouth forever, ruling out the poet ever learning the facts of her memories.
Compelled
Her Wehrmacht
lover
To make place
On a
Wehrmacht truck
Next to sacks of
mail
For mother,
me, and
Sister and
brother.
An
incomprehending
Witness
That same
evening
With
anti-aircraft shells
Exploding
Over the
Koknese
Railroad
station
I saw them
Meet and do
Whatever
They did
From the other
end
Of the hay loft
Above the garage
Next to
The railway
track
Thanks to
Not known
To who or what
We escaped death
That was
August 20, 1944
(Click on picture
with truck to enlarge. Examine closely.)
In my stead,
Our gelding,
Yoked to the
wagon*
(*The household left the farmr, in the middle of a counter offensive, a day after we had gone)
His white neck
Shredded by
bullets
Was killed
By a Soviet
pilot
On a strafing
run
down
Our country road
Mother acknowledged
Her sins
On her deathbed
Telling the poet:
Telling the poet:
”I have forgiven God”
Even then
It took me years
To grasp and admit
The horror of
What had
Transgressed
Before I scraped
The paint
Painted endless times
Over unconscionable
Memories
Agreeable to no one
Hiding
Grandmother’s murder
By her once
husband’s
Much facelifted
Second wife
Intrigue Galore
Of course,
The murder
Is hearsay
(Nothing special)
Yet etched deep
By half forgotten
Murmurings
And muzz-muzzs
in the ears
Of a curious boy
Who like
The sheepdog
Who chased
After the truck
That took his flock
To the abattoir
Finds comfort in
Calls for ”Help!
”God, rescue us of our
Parasite governments”
2 The Story of Grandmother
Only
the Sun knows
The
whyfors
Her forebears left
Or were taken
from Gorgan
And oared
Perhaps as
Prisoners of war
Slaves
Or fuck flesh
Who knows !
To the north
Of the Caspian Sea
To the Volga delta
Where they whiled
in Astrakhan
Fishing for sturgeon
Then continued up
The Volga
Whence they portaged
To the river
called Virgin
aka Jaunava-Daugava
Then through an
Ice-scoured land
Still rising
Out of the Baltic
To a country
Now called Latvia
Where they
Were took
Were took
To a pirates
Roma
A nest of thieves
Like Troy
Where Helen
Was raped
Then with her body
Dressed
In a weighted net
Was cast
As food
For Baltic eels
Who slithered
White as death
Over her bleaching
Fuck flesh
Which was then 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 lies but
30 miles south
Of Roma-Riga
Which is why
When the wind
Blew north
Riga
(The leech
Of annorexed Latvia)
Stank
As only
A curse
By 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’ (club foot).
A clubfoot
Priest of Ludds
Could make it stink.
By pretending
To be charcoal makers
The Iranian
Yari-yans
(Herders of sheep)
Broke
From their captors
backtracked
The virgin Daugava
Then went up
The CharcoalOgre River
To Where it
Intersected
the
Charcoal road
that
led to
the
satanic ovens of
Riga.*
*The reputation of Riga as the home of satanic
wonders continues to this day. A potentially deadly game among schoolboys, in
which the strongest asks a smaller classmate: “Do you wish to see Riga?” If the
answer is “yes”, the stronger boy seizes the head of his classmate between his
hands and shouting: “Here comes Riga Riga!” lifts the boy off the ground.
Another legacy of Riga is the Latvian word for ‘pity’, re: zhehlot (žēlot),
which comes bmy way of the Netherlands 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’ at the
altars of the ‘Holy’ Roman fathers in Riga.
The Caspian natives
Changed
Their name
From Gorgan
To Yuryan
And hid
In the woods
Alive with
Other refugees
Chased there
From Jerusalem*Jersika
*At the beginning of the 2nd
millennium, Jersika-Jersey used to be the only kingdom in what is now Latvia.
The kingdom was destroyed and its temples (fot rhe most part sacred lots in the
wood) on or about 1209 by Bishop Alberts of Riga who arrived there from Hamburg.
Albert mission was to prepare then lead the northeastern branch of the two
pronged Albigensian Crusade waged by Pope Innocent III against ArchChristians
long domiciled in their respective regions. Jersika derives its name [like
Vilseck in Bavaria (which is located at a sharp turn or ‘Ecke’ of the tiver Vils)]
from ‘Jer’ (lamb) + ika (corner). Incientaly ‘Vil’ may be related to the Balt
word for wool, whivh is ‘vilna’, thus of ‘lamv’ and ultimately of the name of
Jerusalem.
Most students of history know the
Albigensian Crusade as one waged mainly against the Cathars of Occitan https://www.google.com/search?clienst=firefox-b-d&q=albigensian+crusade , which is a territory now part of southern
France. Most academic historians continue paying Catholic Christianity enough
lip service for Western history to remain an enterprise in fakery. The poet
contends that the Albigensian Crusade was a coordinated attack against the
remnants of archChristianity in southwestern and northeastern Europe. A less uroborotic
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—in
spite of being pagans—had a receptive ear for the message of a Kingdom led by one
King John (John Baptist or Krišjānis).
Unfortunately, the Lutherans and other proselatizers
of Catholic theology, soon understood the appeal of the archaic content
preached by Christian David https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christian_David , and instigated a campaign of genocide (conveniently
part of the Counter Reformation) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BXL9VG6GoLU&t=950s against them in ‘Lutheran’ Latvia. It hardly
bears mentioning that by today King John (simply named ‘John’-Jānis) in Latvia
has been killed by city born christian Zionists as effectively as king John of
England was killed by the Magna Hartist ‘democrats’. Today the victims of
Catholic Zionism are not only Moravian Herrnhuters and their descendants, but people
of countryside the world over.
It was here
Where
The eternal wood
Makes memory
Unnecessary
(Because all ever
Stays the same)
They awoke
From dreams about
Blueberry blossoms
Turning into
Blueberry tulips
Spilling coal
From flaming cups
Like rain of fire
It was here
Grandmother
(nee
YariYan)
Met my grandfather
And
in 1892
Birthed
My father
The second
Of five children
Who did not bring
Her joy
But fearing
Intrigue
Kept her
His mother
A clandestine
relation:
The elderly woman
In the back row of
All family
photographs
Her grandchildren
In the front row
Never got to know
her
In retaliation
Some weird
Synchronicity
Entangled father
With Astrakhan’s
Swamps
and sands
But
it was not
Because he was on
A
thousand year
A roundtrip to
Iran.
Father’s trip ended
Where
the waters
Of
the Volga delta
Feed the last
Of the primordial
River’s sturgeons
Though
editor-in-chief
Of
Latvia’s
Premier
newspaper
And aware
of
Bells
tolling
The
nation’s end
Father never
issued
A Mayday Mayday call
Intrigue
had a pillow
Stuffed
over his
And the
nation’s face
Then as now
War and
City irresponsibles
Justify genocide
By technology and
Enable erasure of
Community and
culture as
A logical
consequence*
*What with all the
participants in the event of Latvia’s occupation and annexation to the Soviet
Union long dead by now, the books that ought to have been written about the
event are no longer possible. Worse, any attempt to reconstruct the events are blocked
by the ongoing incorporation of the Baltic States into the ice cold maw of shatk
of the European Union (EU), which projects itself as a federalized State. As
the spoiled Swedish youngster in the link illustrates by her comic and public
school fantasy, the chaotic spiritual climate of today is a creation of city-raised
juveniles.
Nevertheless, a reassesment
of the Latvian government’s cowardice led by then Latvian president K.Ulmanis 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, he had no authority
to project his view on the matter, and was forced to publish Intrigue’s and the
government’s official position.
The event that tied
father’s hands occurred after father appealed to Intrigue to help him extract
his family from Latvia and she refused him. 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 to have acted heroically and
issued a clandestine Mayday edition
of JZ. But given his shortcomings and all too human nature, one cannot be sure
if he would have executed such a move. Still, criticism of his fsilure rebounds
on the fact that the Interior minister (Alfred Berzins https://books.google.lv/books?id=R3qdAwAAQBAJ&pg=PT150&lpg=PT150&dq=alfreds+berzin+llatvian+minister&source=bl&ots=KMh0xrYIzp&sig=ACfU3U0P-TbUZwD2iJoTRO3MB2NWAFGbdg&hl=en&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiGg47pgurkAhVjsYsKHQepCg4Q6AEwA3oECAcQAQ#v=onepage&q&f=false ) had succeeded in
getting Intrigue fire him once already.
Be that as it may, father
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,for better or worse)
chose to leave the fate of his family’ not in her’s but in the hands of God.
Intrigue
In service
of
Latvia’s pre-
and
(miraculously)
post-war
‘Mafia
State’*
Has been turned
By Latvia’s Cultural Fund
Into a Saint
Today
Latvians are
No longer
patriots
But kiss
The steel arse
Of NATO
Quite
naturally
The
government of shame
Continues
to pass
Around its
diapers
As
handkechiefs
protesting:
“I beg
your pardon
What’s
that you say?
Anda and
not Vaira
Ought to
have been
President?
That’s
incredible
We never
heard
Any Latvian
Exile newspaper
Suggest
Any such thing.”
No wonder
Even
Grandmothe’s
Great
grandchildren
Prefer the
book about Intrigue
By Latvia’s
fake
Culture
Fund
Grandfather
Seized by the
Silence of death
Is chasing down
History’s highway
100 years of
Forgotten deeds
Only his
Faith in Jesus
Gave him the will
To crown himself
And his heirs
With a lamb’s
Crown of roses
So much for
The consequences
Of repression
Of a once upon a time
Belief
That feared no poverty
And played
The fool
Who am I to claim
To be more?
Still, Father
left it to me
To shake
The sieve
And discover
In its debris
Unthinkable
Second thoughts and
questions
What?
Who?
Killed grandmother?
Was it
Poison made of
The
Devil’s smirk
That stopped
Her heart
And ripped
The veils of innocense
Cum crowns of roses
Off her grandchildren’s
Heads?
Fate
Merciless ironizer
Conspired
That Intrigue
Too, die
A martyr’s death
And became a Saint
To all who
Benefitted from her
Murder of grandmother
and nation
No disputing
The Devil
Had a hand
Better than
God or Faust
Irony has no pity
Every one was
Preoccupied
With saving
Themselves
No one
had time
To think ‘heart
attack’
May spell
‘Murder’
And 66 years later
A fake Latvian
writer
Would turn a
Murderes into
A Saint*
*A book http://www.sievietespasaule.lv/literatura/gramatu_klubins/atsauksmes_par_mila_benjamina/ by a Latvian
writer, sponsored by Latvia’s culture Fund Kultūras Kapitāl Fonds , claims
that Intrigue enjoyed liaisons with policemen (?bondage, flagelation, BDSM?), whereby
the writer suggests that Intrigue was suffering from sadomasochistic tendencies,
fantasies, and perhaps had suffered from 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 superficial rearch, accurate information in the book is wanting.
With no research into the background of the poet’s grandfather (Intrigue’s 2nd
husband), and foregoing any interviews with any of his descendants, and completely
ignoring Latvia’s history before WW1. The result is a book, a ‘fake job’ from cover
to cover. Nevertheless, it is interesting that the book was published then sloshed
into the public arena with the support of the cultural Fund Valsts
Kultūrkapitāla fonds of the state of Latvia.
As 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 sponsoring its lies. It tells much about the artificisal
nature of the post Soviet NATO propped pseudo ‘Baltic’ nation.
When grandfather
Hoping to divorce
Intrigue
Asked the 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. Benyamin
You are out
Of luck
You have overplayed
Your hand
It was you
Who
To Mephistophele’s
delight
played Faust
It was you who
Let yourself
Become enchanted
By Intrigue’s pussy
And let yourself be
Sheared
Of your golden
fleece
A divorce from her
Will shear the
fleece
Off the backs of
Your family as well.
It will take
Lawyers from South
Africa
And Canada
(See: CSC 1963 Dossier
9942)
To rescue them
From utter poverty.”
Faust
left it
To his grandson
To discover
How Stalin
Came to claim
The Devil’s receipt:
When Intrigue
Wanted to flee Latvia
With
her gigolo
And go live
In her Swiss villa
Naught came of
Her dream to
Become Latvia’s
Queen in exile.
When the death threats
Of the
Communist party
Reached
My father
A delegation
Of editors and writers
Went to warn him
*TheEvent is described by Jānis Kārkliņš
book, re: king of nthr Press/ “Preses
Karalis” https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2039331.J_nis_K_rkli_
Father then
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
Godmother
To Anton, my son?”
Intrigue laughed
“Don’t be naïve!”
“Your mother
Would make me
(A cock-reamed woman)
A virgin yet
For
Eighteen years
(Such
were the divorce laws of the day).
By
not giving her
Lamb’s
dick
A
divorce
“It is George
My Austrian sister’s son
Intrigur’s adopted son was born to her sister, who was
married to an Austrian actor
Who I chose
To endow with
My benefice.”
George
will have
Anton
will not
Your
mother go fuck
Ghosts in the wood
May
you 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
Grandmother
Silenced
By a murder
No one dared imagine
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 that with deadly
determination did all it could to kill the Ludds of the wood and field.
3 The Story of Grandfather
After
the Vikings
Known
in Latvia as
Zviedri
Cum
sviedri, the sweats
Or
Sveriges
A
name derived
From
‘Svarihgie’
‘Svarīgie’
The
‘importants’
Failed
to
Subdue
The spirit of the
Latvian Ludds*
*Ludd is an old name for ‘people’. Robin Hood, born
(1163) Robin Ludd, was someone the English
nobles sought to eliminate from public memory. Even so, seven centuties later,
it was remembered by the Luddites https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luddite . 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 aka 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’, Raddy
Reddy=Luddy; in German as Leute, Ludwig, etc. The name may also s in ‘lieutenant’
(from German Leutnant)—the lowest tank of officer over the lowest ranked of
humankind.
Who had survived
The carnage
Wrought by
The Swedish elites
whether it was
Carnage
By slash, burn
Then sweep
Under the rug or
Steam brain
With smoke of lies
Until pale as
The eye of
A boiled fish
The insult to
The human soul
Had been so
Injurious that
Few Latvian Ludds
Would leave
The wood
Even
Upon hearing that
War was over*
*As the links (above) tells, the Elites of the Swedes were—as their Ghermans
cousins—masters at impoverishing the people under their control, then
persuading the needy to become traitors of their own people. The ‘forest Finns’
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Forest_Finns impoverished
by enslavement to the Scandinavians did great damage not only to America, but also
throughout Eurasia (incuding the Eastern Baltic), where the Forest Finns became
Forest Jews, Jewish loggers, Latvian raftsmen https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UkvmYqx60xI , et al. Once the forests had been slashed and stripped off
the land, the slashers became peasants and leached the soil by proclaiming
grain to be gold (...”for amber waves of grain”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=URbYAaAK9OQ ) and with sentimental fervor began to build gleaming ”alabaster cities”).
The culture of agriculture, a culture that benefits mostly Elites and those
who live in cities, emerged from what had been a gatherer and gardening (not ‘hunter-gatherer’)
culture. Among forest people hunting had never been their primary preoccupation
as today’s academic apologists try tell us. It was limited to need for warm clothing
and shoes. There was no need of pelts to pay the Lord’s taxes.
Agriculture encouraged the development of towns and cities, and encouraged
the development of a merchant class: it was easier to trade grain than wood. City
life increased hunting to the point it devolved into encouraging country people
to become brutal and raise wild animal stocks and slaughter these https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=14nEECgBmGE , and, furthermore, enslave people to fur traders, ‘business
men’, various types of lords, barons, and, ultimately, to Wall Street Vandals
and short sellers of life of near infinite variety.
The Swedish trained Swedders made a ‘great contribution’ to the transformation
of humankind into a beast (Godzilla https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=suURUXGLJRQ ) of city fame. As horrific as the
effects were, the worst part was the spread of agriculture, an industry that enslaved
the countryside to the city. Ethnic cleansing https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yg0-ME64L64 , like the masacre of
the Gnadenhutten Christian Indians of Ohio (USA) who had been converted to the Christian
faith by Moravian missionaries (many of whom came to America after their violent
repression in Livonia) is attributable to the cynicism of the 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 .
In any case, following the Great Northern war, the Balts
of Livonia were hard to convince to leave their refuge of last resort. It took
the Moravians and other Hutterite https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hutterites influenced Christians to persuade the Forest Brothers to leave
the forest and form their own Johnsland cum Gotland (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gotland )—note the Swedish version of Moravian insignia. Unfortunately, they soon met with as like genocidal cleansing at the
hands of Lutheran Catholic theologians (the Livonian version of counter
Reformation https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xy_M4pDjafo . Today’s Latvian government not only fails to acknowledge
that Latvians built theit communities on forest and pietist foundations,but that
the sovereign state of Latvia (founded in 1918 and betrayed by NATO installed
post Soviet provincial Latvian government of 1991-2014), but to accommodate bankers does all it can to deny Latvia’s history
altogether.
Most Latvians
Then known
As Forest Brothers
Or peasants
A people deemed
Subhumans
In the 18th and
Yes
21st century
Europa
By a class of
City-zens
Who love to fucķ
With
Lady Betray-trix
A whore
Subsidized by
Baron Bruxells
Grandson of
King Leopold II
The German barons
Were as short on laborers
As Leopold the Brute
And were about to
Expire in poverty
What to do?
The whore of WolmarValmiera
Magdalena von Halert
(A descendant of
The Livonian Forest people)
Become elevated by
The fortunes of war
To the post
Of Generalin
By her sister in trade
Tsarina Katerina I
Summoned
The descendants
Of martyred
Jan Huss
From Herrnhut
(Where they
whiled
Unemployed
Waiting for a summons
‘From God’)
That enabled
them to
Herald the survivors
Herald the survivors
Of Jerusalemaka
Jersika
Escaped
Into the woods
Of endlesly
Raped-over
Livonia:
The poet’s forebears
Were among
The Moravian
Ludds and Gosts
Who
Came with
Made of birchbark
And rhubarb stems
And shared
In the labors
Of the Latvian Ludds
And tried revive
Prehistoric Christianity
Denied the
Forest brothers
Since the Crusade1209
Against the CatharsĶeceri
Of Jersika
The story of
King John Ludd
Coming
Riding on a donkey c
To watch himself put
To death
As a goose
In a donkey’s stable*
*The once Latvian Holy day of Mārtiņi (name borrowed from
St. Martin) was celebrated with the sactifice of a gander. The significance of
the Feast was akin to Thanksgiving, which is celebrated in America with a
turkey. The reason for sacrificing a gander was bacause of his function as
guardian of his flock and, concomitantly, the human household to which he
balonged. Thus, the gander was a symbolic representation of a much older
tradition in which the sacrifice was the self-sacrificial Sacred King https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sacred_king , whose self-sacrifice was a guarantee that his tribe or nation live in
peace with itself. The latter reminds us that Jesus was born in a manger in a
stable because the straw of the manger may have been blessed with the blood of
a gander, in effect that of the Sacred King. The reason the sacrifice took place
in a stable was because the donkey (or horse)—because it carried the Sacred
King was believed to have carried, the Sacred King for which reason its
footsteps—in the belief of Forest Latvians—had divinatory power.
Lured
The forest Ludds
Of Livonia
Into the open
Alas!
The Moravians
Did not know that
The Pope’s lies
Had created
A toothless history
And diplomacy
Writ in cabinets of
Elites
Was singing with
Divine voices
Praise to lies
To wit:
The faked up theology
Of emperor Alexius I
Of emperor Alexius I
Who authorized
The incineration of
Basil
The Bogomil
Water Healer1118
Whose followers
Were appeased
By leaving them
Claim Him
Resurrected
Ever since
Kings, Princes,
and Lords
Have lied to
Prove
The Peace
Of Westphalia1648
A peace in
truth
The Forest
Ludds
Have spun
As a top
In a gyre
They vould not
imaginr
How deep
The conceit
Of those who
claimed
Themselves born
In Cities of
God
Moravians of
Today
Intimidated by
fear
That sacrifice
Is
The Devil’s
suicide
Have forgotten
That unless
The inhabitants
Of a forest
Die of starvation
The forest
Always green
Never knows
Such a misfortune
Nature never
Harbors the
Hurts of memory
But cushions
The caved roof
with crystals
of dew
and diamond tinkle
At sunrise
With no skunks
Of urbania
Sticking their
heads
Into cups of
sour cream
Whence
Tarot scrapers
never short for
Words
Of comfort
Read to
The Forest Ludds
Of Livonia
Stories
Never before heard
In their struggle
For sovereign
status
Which they
believed
They achieved
In Westphalia
De facto, but
But which
The Elites
Took away
By eating their
children
De jure
The struggle
Moved on
Impressed by
One Gusts* Wendamenc1766-1829
A forefather of
this poet
Born to
(Mother’s name
unknown)
*the name ‘Gusts’—though
assumed to derive from Gustav (a Swedish king), is more likely derived from one
‘Gost’, which is https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hutterites#/media/File:Hustterite_migrations_in_Europe.png a title for a
Bogomil or a Cathar cleric in Bosnia https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gost_Radin . In effect,
‘Gost’ is not a title defamed and spelled ‘ghost’ today. The name retains its earlier spiritual maning only in
German, where it is spelled ‘Geist’, meaning Spirit.
Tried keep
The dignity of
The Ludds
Alive
By proposing
A new nation
A ”Gotland”Dievzemihte
as the home of
The liberated
Ludds
Of the wood
But the Romanov
Kings of Russia
Would not have
it
Caholic and Lutheran
Supporters of
Nikon
a pro-Western
monk
Who
Were living in
Russia
Were unleashed
By Tsarina Elizabeth
And in 1743
A new war of
religions
Begun by Nikon
Grew in
intensity
The Cathoic and
Lutheran
Advocates of
Nikon
Denoubced
The Ludds of
Herrnhut
As Populist rabble
And terorists
The clergy
Of the 17th
century
Russian Empire
Unloosed acts
of
intimidation
and
Violence aka
’Pogroms’
against
Spirit and body*
*The poet submits that the pogroms were directed not only
against Jews but also the Moravians. In spite of this Holocost, the Jews survived,
however, not the Moravians. The religious violece or war lasted for more than a
centuty.
Leaving these
events
Uninvestigated
and
To those with
De jure powers
Great-grandfather’s inn
Was put to flame1860
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
Dashed about
Trying to extract
From the fire
Some blankets and
Clothing*
*(Their lives were spared, because Tsarina Elizabeth was
against the death penalty.)
After
Great-grandfather
Died (1868)
his widow
(called by her
grandchildren
Appu-cihtisAppucītis)
(A name derived from ‘papucihtis’ or Abba, an endearing name for father,
accorfing to Mark used by Jesus) https://biblehub.com/mark/14-36.htm
Made a living
Blessing
Future harvests
Of the barons
With cow manure
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
If it came
At the expense of
Future generations
Assured of ruin
And embraced
By rejection
The DevilDieveliņš
(A name
Condescendingly
Applied by
Ghermanized
Latvian Lutherans
Priests to all
The Awakened)
The name ridiculed
And compared
The Moravians
To the Holy Ghost People
Of Appalachia
The Latvian
Lutheran clergy
Had plenty of
Time to
”Ha, ha’’.
One such moment
Records grandfather
Telling merrymakers
At a pub:
”Someday I will become
A millionaire”
Though he sooner
sang them
a song from the soul*:
*(Lyrics
by Imants Ziedonis: ”Šī Dieva zeme.../ Par verga algu es tajā sirgšu,/ Par
indes malku es viņu pirkšu....” Fragmentary translation by the aauthor:)
”If Gotland
Will raise us
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 my teetotling
Grandfather
Into a pub?
Was it Gretchen’s
Double?
Intrigue?
When she played
First Lady
of Latvia
It was expedient to be
Sans greed
To claim
To be Grechen and
Not a millionaires
Afterall
Her object of affection
Was Latvia’s President
Karl Hansel Ulman
Who
She planned
to elope with
To her villa at
The foothills of
The Alps
Let the Latvian Ludds
Eat dirt*
*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 May of 1934 coup. The coup was popular,
because ‘democracy’ had not brought ‘trrdom’, but social and economic chaos.
Unfortunately, Ulmanis did not demonstrate that his coup was based on some special
conviction about the destiny for the State of Latvia or her people. Instead, Ulmanis
proved himself to have been but a sclerk of a nascent state’s bureaucracy, when
he surrendered to the Soviets, who excused the surrender by claiming Latvia was
too small and weak to offer even symbolic resistance in an ”unwinnable war”.
Unlike Hitler, who pretended to take responibility for his
reign by committing suicide (real or fake—no one knows for sure), Ulmanis
agreed to Exchange his presidency for an agronomer’s post at a kolkhoz in
Stavropol, Russia. He also abandoned his ‘actress’ concubine, who served as
cover to his homosexuality, and with whom in less critical circumstances, he
has planned his life in exile. Ulmanis’s cowardice and forfeiture of
responsibility left the Latvian people with an inferiority complex that has led
the current ‘renewed’ state to a no less cowardly and illigal https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RVKGSGWTcw4 surrender
of sovereignty to the latest incarnation of The Holy Roman Empire—the European
Union.
If grandfather
Ever bragged
A concievable
Occasion
Could have been
At an inn
where his countrymen
Gathered
Following sermons by
A globalist clergy*
*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.
Once out
The church door
The ‘paYahns’
Cum ‘pagans’
Went to
The nearest inn
Where
To cleanse their memory
Of lies heard
They drank dry
All barrels of beer
Of which in Latvia
There were as many
As opium bags in China
needless, to
say
Grandfather
Did not wish
To leave
His
grandchildren
To the mercies
Of the lottery.
It was for the worry
He would succeed
That Intrigue
Murdered
Grandmother
All the same
Baba Yaga’s
Tarot cards told
Grandfather was to
Become
Gretchen’s ‘Bingo!’
And foolish old man
Grandfather would
Hold to the illusion
Horses would outlive
Tanks
Even as Intrigue
Bought
In 1939
(In his name)
The Latvian government
an escadrille of biplanes
The poet
Still holding the hand of
His nanny
Remembers
Bringing him
A bouquet of
Intrigue
Pretending concern
Sent a biplane
To Helsinki
To bring him pennicillyn
It was of no
help
Grandfather died
Leaving
His heirs with
Two bags:
One empty;
The other full
of lies.
4 The Story of Father*
Father was a man
Always far away
At the Office
Or a clandestine
Apartment
Where unfortunate
Women
Helped him
Fuck himself
To sleep
While underpaid
Typesetters
Spat lead and
Laid out
The day’s events
In cryptic print
In short, father
Was a workaholic
A victim to
His father’s
Pietist conviction that
The way to serve God
And destroy the rich
Was through
Work, work, work
Work, work, work
consequences
to family
Be damned
*With his father referred to as ”a lamb’s soul” by his mistress, father was not going to go chasing after lamb’s coffins, but went to St. Petersburg to study enginering. Perhaps he wished to build railroads and bridges.
*With his father referred to as ”a lamb’s soul” by his mistress, father was not going to go chasing after lamb’s coffins, but went to St. Petersburg to study enginering. Perhaps he wished to build railroads and bridges.
No one knows how father financed his education. Maybe by
choosing a military career. The beginning of WW1 finds him at St. Petersburg’s
artillery school. (After coming to America, the poet took a similar path of how
to pay for his education—by joining the US Marinē Corps (1331137) during the days
of the Korean War.)
With the days of thievery (by 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 armed services and by excelling as a leader or withreckless
but winning bravery 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 wounded at Trenton (1776). The Ralls are
also to be dicovered among the Russian knazs.
Following the 1917 Revolution,, father was otdered 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 happy with the
assignment and managed to resign, whereuon he was made manager of the
Nadejadinskia coal mine in eastern Ukraine. Because Latvia had declared and
secured independece from Russia, he was able to return to Riga, where a job was
waiting for him at the daily newspaper Jaunākās Ziņas Latest News
(JZ) of which his father was a founder and editor-in -chief.
Because the founding
of the newspaper involved some chicanery (the subscription list of the
newspaper’s original owners had mysteriously disappeared) juridicial risk could
not be dismissed, which may be the reason the exact nature of the end of the
newspaper’s German editions and origin of its Latvian version was never discussed.
Before JZ was liquidated by the Soviets (1940), its founder was presumed to
have been grandfather, while subsequently (following 1991, after the Latvian
(LV) State was ‘renewed’ as a provincial state of the European Union (under US
anssd EU sponsorship) the kudos were transferred to grandfather’s second wife—Intrigue
Galore (yes,aka https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pussy_Galore ).
Father took over his father’s position in 1932 and became
the newspaper’s de jure
editor-in-chief in 1936. By hard work, he brought the newsper not only
international reknown (incidentally, making himself unpopular by a military style
of management). With circulation of the newspaper reaching 200,000 and with
each copy (according to statistics) read by up to three or more people, the
newspaper out did even the London press.
After grandfather died, Intrigue exercised her power as
Publisher and had father fired from his position. most likely, on the insistance
of then Latvia’s Propaganda Minister (Minister of the Interior) and president
K. Ulmanis’s support. Nevertheless, father was soon reintated as no one else
could fill his shoes. It was at this time that Intrigue also took other extra
ordinary actions—such as murder of her late husbans’s first wife and betrayal
of the Latvian nation.
When the Soviets occupied Latvia, the newspaper was
seized by the Communist Party. Father, of corse, was out of his job. He then
took his family to the farm of his mother’s younger sister, the poet’s aunt
Emma. After a brief stay at the farm, the Soviet authorities forced father to
return to Riga, where he was arested and subjected to interrogation by the
Cheka, which had him deported to the gulags. Whether the deportation was on
Latvian or Jewish Bolshevik (Bolshevik is a name derived from ‘baravika’—a
satitical Latvian name for big mushroom )** authority remains an open question.
For reasons of Jewish involvement, see Alexandr Solzhenitsyn’s
suppressed book ”Two Hundred Years
Together” https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Two_Hundred_Years_Together
. As for the reasons Latvians turned to Bolshevism, one
ought note the brutal repressions of Latvian peasants by the Baltic Germans and
their Latvian allies in the Lutheran Church during the 19th century. As a
result, many pietists took refuge in the
Russian Orthodox Church and/or emigrated to South or North America.
**From the poet’s perspective, the Jewish (and Latvian)
Bolsheviks were also descendants of the Jan Huss religious movement in Bohemia https://www.britannica.com/biography/Jan-Hus and its remains among the Latvian Herrnhuters.
For reasons (still in effect) Latvian historians neglect the likelyhood that
the socialist and communist movements in
the 20th century arose because of the repressions of Civil Peasant societies that followed the Westphalia Peace
Treaty of 1648.
The major beneficiaries of the Westphalian
Peace Treaty were those beholden to Catholic theology (re: its rationalist theology
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iRleB034EC8 and faked-up Scriptures were never
challenged by Luther, a Catholic, or Lutheran churches), which hastened to repress the popular factions which
had provided the body and soul-fuel for the Religious Wars. Indeed, the
so-called ‘Religious Wars’ had been part of an ever recurring ‘permanent’
Revolution from ‘below’ against the elites who had ensconced themselves as a
superior (aka rationalist and enlightened) class. The Westphalian ‘Peace’ put an
end to an ongoing uprisings of archChristians against urbanist Catholic-
Globalist/ Ecumenist seizure of society. The faked Peace was shattered when a still
‘wild’ Eastern Europe and Asia refused to conform to the dictats of urbanist
led ‘age of Reason and Enlightenment’ https://www.newworldencyclopedia.org/entry/Age_of_Enlightenment .
The poet’s family background comes of the endlessly faked
history of humankind, which resembles a
ball of yarn cut into short pieces then gathered together and compressed into
what looks like a ball again. Thus, the poet’s orientation with regard to
European history is that it begins with fake ‘historical’ (rational) books (among
which the Bible—written during the 4-6th centuries or so-called ‘dark ages’—is
predecessor. The ‘Holy Book’ erased the rebellious nomadic herders known as The
Huns (Johns), aka Gans or Yohns, who were led by one John the King (Gengis
Khan). In the course of the invasive and west moving rebellion, the leadership
of the horde passed to the Goths https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Huns , who—become known as Ghermans—went on to occupy most of
Western Europe. If today’s historians were not so timid and academically
orthodox, we would have long ago realized that the desertification of
Central-Asia began with sheep—belonging to nomad princes—overgrazing the Central Asian steppe. The overgrazing continues
by means of 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 --
after Tsarina Elizabeth forbade (1743) members of the
movement to meet and forced them underground, in what the movement called ‘The Silent
March’. One of the hopes of the Herrnhuters was to establish a territory they could
call their own. They did on an island in thr Baltic Sea, which they called ”Gotland/ Godland Dievzemīte” Unfortunately,
they were soon repressed by the Swedes and forced to becone part of Sweden. 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 Bolsheviks-Communists.
The history of the Herrhuter movement among Latvia’s Forest People continues to
be denied until our own days.
Anecdote: When the
poet attended (2018) a lecture at the Valmiera Public Library (advertised as a
lecture on the history of the Herrnhuters in Valmiera) and asked the lecturer,
a Lutheran minister, why the Valmiera Lutheran Lutheran church had survived the
Soviet Union and was still standing, but of Deacon HillDeakonāts , once
the center of Herrnhuter activity, nothing except the name remains, the minister
abruptly turned his back to the questioner and left as if the question and
questioner had insulted his intelligence.
In the course of the repression of the Moravian Church, the
poet’s greatgrandfather’s inn was destroyed by fire in 1860. The incident was
denied by forcing the victims to accept and propagate a story that that the inn
was burned down by greatgrandfather’s wife. It was alleged that she was foolish
enough to pour candle wax over a hot stove. Grandfather did not dare ever
mention that his mother—the poet’s greatgrandmother—was also accused of brewing
witches brew. The only evidence of this that remains is greatgrandmother’s
name—Appu-cihtis—a feminized name derived from the endearment for God—Abbu/Abba
https://www.biblestudytools.com/bible-study/topical-studies/the-wonderful-implications-of-god-being-our-abba-father.html
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 shops
were forced into bancrupcy). To escape the fences built about him, granffather
then moved to Riga and became a newspaper editor.
The repression of the Herrnhuters in Latvia resulted in continued
exploitation and transformatioan of what a people-luddies who had Forest
dwellers into an agricultural society on the back of which was constructed 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,
reestablished after the fall of the Soviet Union (1991) by Soviet- and Western-
IZED remnant of Latvians who has survived WW2, is ruled today by a class that has
neither the intelect or will to create a sovereign nation.
The current provincia state finds the excuse for its
dilletantist democracy in the nature of the fragmented Latvian community. The
current State is dead to the notion of cultivating psychologically persuasive
authority, and the community responds by treating the State with such homour as
sucj a tumour is due. Latvia remains a ‘third world’ province of the faked-up European
Union (EU), and—not surprisingly—regards itself as no better than a name on the
map.
Father’s
Older brotherKarl
Mades and
Antons
First born1884
Died in 1910
Of syphillis
(According to
Family hints and hushes)
He contracted
As a student
In St. Petersburg.
His ‘sin’
Let Karl
Be by mother and father
Be forgot
His grave site
Until this day
Known only to God
Yet Karlis
Was the one
Who brought
From St
Petersburg
To Riga
Hard to come by
Printers ink
(Before 1905
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
And the notion
(Imported from
America)
That news
May be
published
For next to
nothing
If advertising
(About where to
buy
The best boots
in town)
Fills the newspaper
Instead
Having failed
As a
(Not
cosmopolitan enough)
Playwright*
*Granfather
lost out to the changing notion of what made for the body of The People.
By the 20th
century, the notion that The People were primarily constituted by who lived in
and were dependent on the countryside (prevalent throughout Eurasia), had
shifted so dramativally in favor of those who lived in cities (the Urbanites)
of the West, that earlier assumptions, based on the authority of the religious,
had been replaced. Instead of there being ‘pagans’ in need of being
‘Christianized’, there now were ‘populists’/ urbanites https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_uA1GBzXzr4v in need of being ‘Enlightened’ en masse as to the ‘better ways’ of those born of the secular,
nevertheless, presumed divine (artistic and neo-iberalist oriented) city.
Grandfather had
a problem swiching to the notion that the religious People or Ludds were no
longer, but had been remade (by hook or crook) into Pop Art loving Populists. The
best he could do by was of reorienting himsrlf to the new age was by editing an
apolitical secular newspaper. However, in his private self, grandfather
remained a People oriented religious man.
Turning to
Newspapering
(Grandfather,
Grooming
His eldest son,
Took to
Karl’s idea)
But Karl
Then died
And
Intrigue prooving
Herself to be
An
indispensible
Pimp of ads
Took his place
Grandfather
Compelled by circumstance
Betrayed his
heritage
When he let
Intrigue
A living selfie
Married to
an unpopular actor
And looking for
A Cuckold
Mistake his gander
for
His heel
With both
Their heads
Under the
blanket
Grandfather
said:
Mein Schatz
Let us starts
A newspaper
You take the
place of
My son and
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 of
Gotland over
Latvia
You sponsor
plays
Where you
And your sisters
Are leading
Actresses
Rainis
The poet
(Wagner’s
apostle)
Who wants to become
Latvia’s
president
And Aspahzia
The poetess
Who remains a
virgin
Though Rainis’
bedmate
Will enable us
In the publiv’s
eye
Seem saints*
*The antagonism between grandfather and Rainis is never
mentioned in Latvia, though the Index of Rainis Collected Works (25 volumes)
give unmistakeble evidence that the relationship was contentious. This poet
discovered evidence of this only after a countryside village library threw out
its collection of Rainis’s Collected Works, and a copy found its way to a countryside
john.
Intrigue
Seeing
An opportunity
To divorce her
Actor husband
Answered:
Who does Aspahzia think
She is twirking?
Her poetry
Jerks off women
(For example
Your peasant wife)
With fairy tales
About horse saddles
With gold dildos
In place of horns
Grandfather
Cockolded by
Intrigue’s twirks
Staged
A drama
That heard
The Devil
endlesly
Clap one hand
In God’s face
Until God
Awakened
By the dare
To join the
‘Enlightened’ age
Inverted
All things
Born of
Mother Nature
Up side down
Until bored
Unto death
And going
Berzerk
City-zens
Born in a land
Where trees
Scaffold
Around
Gothic buildings
And cities
Stretch their
Sewer pipes
Up
Everyone’s toilet
Grandfather
Let the actress
Do his shtick
A full century
Before ‘Lolita
Express’
Made orgasms real
On the fly
The rest is history:
Grandfather
And his
Descendants
Got fucked
Not only by Latvia’s
Feža Bezgala
The country’s
First Lady
But had Intrigue
kill
His first wife who
Having had Access to
The keyhole to
The theatre
Knew too much and
Had not
Sworn
Not to tell
She knew that
Intrigue had
The balls to
Graduate from
Squeezing the balls
Of her man to
Squeezing the balls of
The president
Of Latvia
Whyfor
Grandmother was
Waiting for
The court to put her
On the witness*
Stand
When she would
Squeeze Intrigue
*After
grandfather died his two surviving daughters were prepating a suit against
Intrigue that would contest their father’s Last Will as unfair in Intrigue’s
favor. The rumour passed around by Intrigue was that the Last Will divided the
fortune earned by the newspaper had been divided squarely, half and half.
Grandmother was
to be a witness whose testimony could swings the outcome of the suit in her
daughters’s favor. The projected Soviet occupation of Latvia prevented the suit
from going forward, and gave Intrigue and president Ulmanis time to kill
grandmother. Subsequently, the crime was hid by the chaos consequent to the
nation’s loss of sovereignty. During the Soviet regime, it was entirely
ptesumed that it was grandfather, who was the wealthy oligach who had exploited
the Latvian ludds.
Fatherr
understood
The risks to
His mother
But as editor
in chief
And resposible
For the news
That held
The Latvians community
More or less
together
He was in no
position
To tell
All he knew
All he could
Hope for
Was 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 Revolution.
Instead the post-Soviet government of ‘renewed’ and NATO
propped no longer ‘sovereign’ Latvia, continues to be described a result of a
political movement—the ‘New Current’—arising from a Russian and German educated
atheist Lutheran student elite. This orientation continues to producē an
uptight and constipated police state elite ‘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. The Germans invaded Poland on 1st o September.with the Soviets folowing
with an invasion of their own eight day later.
It was a time of lightning type events
2. Chamberlain had already betrayed
Czechoslavakiand, 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.
The upper echelonsmof Latvian society had a good idea that
their country would not escape the turmoil.
3. The poet remembers, his father and maternal grandfather (formerly
ambassador to the Soviet Union) walking in the family garden following his
sixth birthday (26 July, 1939) party, and discussing the dangers to Latvia and the near
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 friendly with Intrigues heirs to this
day (see Sestdiena, 16-22 March, 2018 https://www.diena.lv/raksts/sestdiena/tema/nams-ar-vesturi-14193427
). Ribentrop allegedly arranged an interview for Intrigue
with Himmler, who is said to have denied her the right to emigrate to Germany
as a Baltic German. The reasons for the denial remain unclear, as Intrigue was
known to be sympthetic to the German cause and had supported the cause in 1919,
when Bermont-Avalov’s led ‘Special Russian Corps’ of mostly Gherman volunteer soldiers
occupied Riga https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/West_Russian_Volunteer_Army. One suspects that the Gherman spy network in Latvia was well informed
about 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
Presidentss K. Ulmanis. This encourages the
notion that my grandparents murders were for reasons of State
convenience, and for that reason yet remain a State secret that justifies the
falsification of latvia’s history and spreading of lies by the State Culture
Fund https://www.apollo.lv/4761630/mila-benjamina-kada-vina-bija
7. Grandmother died on the 17th 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 testimony in court would undoubtedly have revealed many
family and state secrets.
5 An Augenblik
Consciousness is
But the shadow of a dream
Encapsuled upon waking
By vague memories
Which it dismisses
With memories that
Reach beyond
Space and time
Goethe, the poet
(Still anchored to
The wood)
knew that
Feeling and emotion
Anchors us
In the here
And Gretchen is
Mephistofeles’
Unselfish mistress
Who pulls up
Her skirt
For all who wish
To see
The billionare’s booty
Wrote Goethe
(Imagining
Himself to be the
Prototype of
selfconsciousness
And beneficiary
Of Divine intercession
When things go wrong:
“Was du ererbt
Von deinen Vätern
hast,
Erwirb es,
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.)
Goethe
forgot that
All
his ‘fathers’
Were
born of
Drilling
a black hole
In
the cathedral
Floor
And
his unbearable angst
Was
of
Such
mysteries as
Gold
Turning
into money
When
deprived of the
Gold
mosaic and
Holy
Spirit
Causing
him to
Shed
tears
After
the truck
Takes
his charges
His
sheep
To
the abatoir
With
a determination
Like
that of
The
Devil’s fist
for
which precedent
The
‘lacquered fist’
Of
my village
The
kulak
Does
not attend
Misha’s
(The
alcoholic cop)
Funeral
But
marries off
His
daughter to
A
‘very rich man’
Whose
barn of
100
+ cows
Will
exudes the plinks
Of
Beethoven’s
‘Silence’
As
the calves
Born
for their meat
Suck
milk
at
the breast of
Das
Ewig Weibliche
And
babes
Become
mother fuckers
Who
dance to
The
tune of
One
hand clapping
So
much for
The
white eyed she wolf
Waiting
for me
Or
my cat
In
the wood
Beyond
the gate
Of course
I love my cat
For the
Augenblicks
He cherishes
When (Aftter
A 100 mile
journey)
he collapses
Next to me on
the bed
And in praise
of
Our friendship
Minces his
nails
Into my chest
Until I cry
”Ouch!”
And unconscious
of
the meaning of
Rumyancov’s loving
gesture
Tell him ”Skit!”
To the land
Where human
lemings
Thirsting
immortal waters
Seek death
En masse
In a wave
Become
an Augenblick
by virtue of
being
Set in plaster
by historians
Make believe masons
Of
fortifications
Founded on
Foreshortened lives
Foreshortened lives
That shield
Cities and
states
From
consciousness
Birthday songs
that
Celebrate
One’s forebears
Ours is a time
That turns
Herders into
Tanners
And drives
Gatherers of wool
Out of rosebush gardens
Rapunzel
go scrape
Rawhide
for a living
Desperate women
Fuck desperate
men
To spell
Children
With a wit
As desperate.
Psychologists and
Doctors of Philosophy
Hold on to vanity
With convincing conceit
Who knows
To what ends
They believe themselves
Conscious
Or why
Their children
Pretend
With narry a
doubt
That God is
naught
And was created
By some
suicidal poet
Desperate for
An audience.
Last night
After more
Than fifty years
I again met Artsy
The dream found her
On a street in Boston
Pushing
A baby carriage
”Is that you, Artsy?”
I asked her.
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
A round
And became
Nearly forgot
Before another 30
Came and kicked
The cat
Out the door
For good
By some grace
The face of
The babe
Of Anne’s miscarriage
I saw not
Such moments of
Remembrance
When
Foreshortened
Skid out from under
And become
The eternalest
Of curses
Had I but lived
In the countryside
And been a cobbler
Of horses’ hooves
And Artsy been
A maid
In my aunt’s kitchen,
We would have remained
In our kingdom in bed
Where a pudding of
Honey and cream
Fed courage to
Fed courage to
Another generation
Of innocent*
*The most recent Deluge of fakery began in 1648 after the
so-called Westphalian Peace Treaty (where with state sovereignty was asserted
as being superior over community) and is ending with UN sponsored so-called
Agenda 21 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=52NaRLPzDcg (where with the state deprives life of land, which is
replaced by somethin called ‘urban space’).
The so-called ‘religious
wars’ (essentially wars of resistance by people of land and the wood turned
into peasants against the relentless encroachment of Christian cities of God https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_City_of_God in the process of seizing the resources and domicile of wood
and countryside for their exclusive use) did not end with the faked-up 1648
‘Westphalia Peace Treaty’.
The origin of ‘Religious wars’ was in the attempt of an
artificial and ego basedn (Catholic) religion, to destroy religion informed by
the biologic spirit that reigned in the realm of the Garden of Eden. No better
examples of the ego vulture at work than the elimination by Rome of the Cathars
of Occitania (in what is now southern France), and Aztecs and Mayas of the Americas;
and the ecumenic ‘military and industrial complex’ of the United States
hegemonizing with fake ‘freedoms’ the world of our times.
The Westphalian Peace has in fact no more to do with
peace than the Versailles Peace https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oV2e_06C0bU , 20 years whereafter war (WW2 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KfnEy8FuElc ) broke out. The reinforced corruption of the meaning of the
Westphalian Peace still awaits a school of historians daring enough to decipher
what those hysterical slaughters of life by men of crippled minds were about.
Hooligans standing on
The rooves of
The holy
Enlightened city
Like lewd goats
Pissing in the
Faces of kids below
Unforgettable images
Of how
At age eleven
God of circumstance
turned me
Into an unwitting
Sexual sovereign
In a toilet
Of the Gdansk
Maritime University
Where a remainder of
Peasants and
Their city-bred
Offsprings from Riga
Fleeings
The globalist bloodbaths
At the Ostfront*
Had found shelter
*Ecumenic Christian globalism (since the Westphalian
Peace Treaty of 1648), with its anti-nature and anti-community tendencies unblocked
by the treaty, turned its energy to accelerated deforestation, increased agriculturalization
and increased centralization of power. Cities sshttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_the_city were especially suited for this task, with so-called capital
cities https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Capital_city becoming
indispensible, even fanatical engines on behalf of centralization of state
power. This led to internecene https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/internecine conflicts among
numerous such centers.
Moreover, the notion of We the ‘People’ was transformed from We the ‘Luddies’ (a word
erived from English Luddites—who derived it from an allegedly mythical lrader
named Robin ‘Ludd’—who represented the anonymous inhabitants of planet Earth), the
need-creators of God, into a People or city-zen partisans of some particular religious
or political faction.
Not surprisingly, city-zens readily became transformed into
a city born ‘Peoples’ or communists who side with their ‘democratic’ government
against the human instinct to live as a community in God created Nature. This
tendency, never openly discussed, leads to an ever accelerating crusade against
all things of Nature. In this war it is mostly the civilian and unaffiliated
populations or those of it (soldiers), who suffer, die, or succumb to mental
trauma. With the eception of a few leaders of the government on the losing side
of the war—who are demonstratively hung—almost all of government survive.
Unfortunately for the powers that be, the last world War ended
prematurely, without anyone’s globalism gaining a clear victory. Since the
West, due to its stronger economy was able to put forward the notion that the
winner of WW2 (with the spectacle of the Normandy landing dominating over the
survivals of Petersburg and Stalingrad) was the West and capitalist America, the
issue lay dormant until the economic capitulation of the Soviet Union and
emergence of north America and the European Union (EU) as the sole models of capitalism.
Interestingly, this wasbecause of the economic success of the laissez faire nature https://www.investopedia.com/terms/l/laissezfaire.asp of so-called ‘free’ western capitalism.
Though the Cold War was won by the west, nevertheless, it,
too, was forced by the Soviet sacrifices to accept the notion that Common Man
was due his part in the victor’s bounty. In the West, the 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 history of the West is able to exploit
computer technology as an invention for human benefit by attributing it to its
superior freedoms. Alas! Once the technology became developed, it revealed just
how profoundly the human psyche had been duped and dumbed down by the city-fied
nature of capitalism and communism disciplined by factorification: released of
the self-discipline once imposed by the do-it-yourself economics of wood
dwellers, ‘free speech’ became a carousel https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=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 answered
”For pissing”
Whereupon my friend
Took mine
In his hand
And and whacked it
Until I cried: ”Stop!”
And my knees
Went limp
I was
Enlightened
And never let
Another
Billy goat
Near me again
War brings
Ecumenism:
Soldier, city-zen
And peasant
All emerge as bloody
Meat screaming
”No More!”
Lest next time
Fire consumes
All forests entire
Ecumenism used to be
A ceremony
A sacred feast
A last supper
Joining past and present
But is became transformed
Into 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.
Instead
One sees
Intestines
hanging from
Dead horses
Drawn by craness
From Sanka’s
deepest holds
To be dropped
Into jellyfish
crowded
Gulf of Gdansk
To float
Until bellies
Punctured
By
submashinegun
Bullets
Blow bubbles
Until the
corpes of
The dead horses
Sink
In sight of
Amber mines
Of Oldprussian kings
The krihvi*
The crippled God-Kings of
Herder (pa-gan) tribes**
*By the rules of Grimm’s Law, ‘krihvi’ or priests also may be spelled ‘klibie’, which
means ‘clubfoots’ (in Latvian). Such ’klibie’ were the ancient Man-Gods of the
Balts.
We may remember that Oedipus, the King of Sophocles play Oesipus Rex/ ”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,
16th cen.), murdered by the Spaniard Alvarado https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Massacre_in_the_Great_Temple_of_Tenochtitlan ; and
4. Kings John (13th cen,) of England and;
5. Louis XVI (18th 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 bssy
Robespierre https://www.france24.com/en/20121231-rag-dipped-blood-guillotined-french-king-genuine-louis-xvi-dna-history .
incidentally, ‘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 desperate Oldprussians
From the Ghermans
Come declare
First fuckrights
For some Junker
(singing: ”Alle
Menschen
Werden Brueder”
Over every
Oldprussian’s bride
Gaining the West
‘Lebens Raum’
By claiming her
Firstborn
as the Junker’s own
Thus, indeed
Rape was
Rewarded
By adding
OldPrussian land to
The Juncker’s estate
In Weimar
I entered
The Milch shop
With arm raised
Heiling Hitler
And watched the city’s
Bombs struck
Theatre burn
Flames bursting
Through
Arched windows
While some
Poor fuck
From a Buchenwald
Clearing rubble
Fell 0n his knees
Before me
On his knees
And begged for
A bun
He had spotted
In my shopping basket
I said ”Nein”
Later in the day
Mother made love
To a Luftwaffe Officer
Come to visit
His parents and
Teach me algebra
Lest
I make a drill
Of my hand
And piss
Into the pile of sand
In the attick
(Put there
To douse the flames
In case
A phosphorus bomb
Fell through the roof).
The pilot, also
Camr with us
The night
The bombs fell
On Luther’s
Ehrfurt
And when we
watched
Dresden burn
Behind a rose
red horizon
Hans
Sitting to the
right of me
Pleasured
Mother’s crotch
All that was
Sodered
By angst to
Memory
Now become
A clump of melted
Rusted iron
As Gpethe wrote:
Was du ererbt (hast)
Wolst du besitzen
Far
into
The
future
And like rust
Beyond removing
Recall
The scream of sparrows
When
I offered them seeds
By the rose bush
On the trigger of
A rat trap
To know
How to kill
Was tought
Like it was
A law of nature
Father wishing
to be
A good father
On my 6th
birthday
Presented me
A toy rifle
Which he raised
To his shoulder
To show me
How it worked
By some foresight
I cried ”No!”
Yet never forgot
The gift
Even when I screamed
Tantrums of prayers
(When sure
Everyone
Was at the other end
Of the house)
I bounceds
On my bed
Begging
(”Oh Lord,
Won’t you buy me
A Mercedez Benz...”
Stay him alive)
There swere days
(”...My friends all
Have Porches”)
I fucked mother
With as good
Tandrums
And watched
Her face twist
In a faint
An epileptic fit
Confused and unknowing
Just for what reason
She had been
Fucked by her
Lack loved
Son
War is a
Billion year mystery
No mother
Of any nestling
understands
When caught
Between a cat’s paws
She screams
”Spare me!
My Roma is to
The brim full
With nestlings”
The holt Spirit watches
But does not come
(as you may think)
To the rescue
But dies over
And over again
”There is no other way”
It says:
”You bear the burden
When your kitty
Brings you
A dead mouse”
Cindy said
I was
Too macho and
Kicked my ass out
The door
Silvie said
I had
A beautiful soul
Divine Rusalka
Sings me yet
A ”Song to the Moon”
Divine Joan of Arc
Refused to tickle
My balls
It leaves me
Wondering, why?
The need for love
By abandoned cats
In post-Soviet Latvia?
With
Their step-families
Chased off
To England
By 21st century
Latvian political trannies
To pluck feathers
Off bodies
Of dead chickens
In chicken factories
Where only Muslims
qualify
As throatcutters
Of
Christian raised fowl
The cats
Come seek me out
Is it because
Beside the hole
Cut in the ground
For them
I say a prayer?
And the feline
Found
A shredded
Cardboard box
Lined
With a torn towel
To lie on to
Die on?
She made me
A host
Worthy of a citation
For hospitality.
7 Loop de Loop
The train took us
(Several hundred)
A few days before
The Russians
Occupied Thuringia
And brought us
By way of numerous
Railway stations
Turned into
Ammunition dumps
To Vilseck
A military camp
In a wood
Threwn all about
With fagot sized
Phosphorus bombs
Vilseck became
Our ‘Waldeck’ aka
Jerseck/ Jerusalem
For the unwanted
Who
When deloused
Hastened to
Save their heirs
From being unschooled
From being unschooled
In the arts of
The ‘consciousness’ of the
Mesmerized city borne
Wherefore
The poet
Age 12
Finished 5th grade in
A 3 months mini-marathon
That brings to mind
The stupefied will of
The deplorables
For survival
Indeed,
It was a school
In reverse pareidolia*
Why did Picasso not paint
A Guernica of
The Forest People?
Who put Picasso
To sleep?
Who silenced
J-e-r-u-s-a-l-e-m:
“And is the Lamb of God,
(Ever)
on our pasture seen?”
And caused the English
Forget that
‘Yarn’
Was a lamb
And King John The Baptist
From Luddonium
Was replaced with
A boy king
And only William Blake
Safely dead now
dares mention
That England, too
Had a Jerusalem
Where on a mattress of
A straw threwn floor
Lambs and luddies
from Nottingham
bombed out
Of
Barn and home
By merciless missionaries
In service of
Christian Lords
Then by way of
Bamberg, Amberg
To a basement room
At 12 Beutauklingen Strasse
In Esslingen am Neckar
Whence on to New York
And Boston
Where a couple
Keeping a house
For orphans
Gave room and board
In return for
A helping hand
And
In the afternoons
While
The orphans slept
A game of chess
With Ol’ Captain
A game
I could not win
For if I won
Seadog was succored
(To the chagrin
Of Delores)
by Nellie
In the attick bedroom
Next to mine
Had Nellie but
Had the courage
To lay me too
Perhaps I would
have
Stayed on
But she had a
son
I was not to userp
Which is why I
played
The harmonica
To Valvala
Who spoke
The nicest
words
I ever heard:
”I am ready
For you, Robin!
I am ready!”
I was too untutored to know
What she meant
The world continued
Upside down
News came
Who knows
By what whisper
From where
Intrigue
had died1941.09.23
Of stomach pains
At the Solimska saltmines
In my grandmother’s
(Mother’s mother)
Arms
To celebrate
her birthday1881.09.10*
*Salmonella poisoning takes more than a week before one
dies of it.
She had bought
(On the whim of a curse)
A can of sprats
Then I found
Myself in Inchon7, 1953
I was among
fucked-up men
like myself
Serving humankind
Born like mushrooms
Through asphalt roads
In unfurnished rooms
To mothers
As fucked-up
And
Like others stared
Bewildered
At bare breasted
Korean peasant women
Walked ten paces
Behind their husbands
Who flicked
The vipers
On the road
Back into the
Rice paddy
I read the Standard
Military issue
New Testament
And when
In our tent
Destitute daughters of
Destitute peasants
Went from
cot to cot
Selling troops
Vaseline oiled pussies
Twirking
Between their legs
I turned
to my other side
Wherefore
My brothers-in-arms
Soon called me
”Stuck-up”
Aided by a sock
In the darkness
of
My sleeping bag
I did my best
To remain
A sovereign
prick
Months later
On a ‘rest
And recuperation’ trip
In a Japanese
Whorehouse
In Kobe
Maya
asked me
”Will you marry me?”
Thoughtless
I blunted ”No”
Then
Embraced her
We both wept
Taking pity
Maya then took me
To a shrine
For fucked-up children
Where they sat
In long rows
Dressed up as dolls
On the temple’s
Shelves
I understood
Maya’s despair
Only decades
later
(when by way of
Many more
Loop de loops)
Back in Latvia
I asked
A fiftyish
hitchhiker
What she
thought of
Latvia regaining
Its
independence
She looked at
me
Touched my hand
(not my thigh)
And replied:
”I am almost
ready
To become
A whore”
Again I was
struck
Dumb as I watched
The ‘deplorables’
of
The ‘renewed’ country
Dragged along
The highways
And byways of
God’sland
And prove that
In Latvia
All Moravians
Were long dead
By hands of
Consenting
Latvian churchmen
Done in Korea
I told a sargeant
Pulling rank
”Go fuck yourself!”
And was sent
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 could tell them
Go fuck
Too
Wherefore
I took to English
And signed up
For a poetry seminar
with Robert Lowell
Who had written
Prize winning
”Lord Weary’s Castle”.
Though I had
heard of
Herzog Bluebeard
I had never heard of
Skunk Hour
Or of ‘confessional’ poetry
Yet by some
Inwarded fury
Pilloried to the page
Such words as:
”...Bloodpost
Will become
Life again”.
Thereafter
Collapsed in incoherance
I was too young
To be a poet
I was still frozen
In blood
Life demanded
I live it and
Before I dare
Thaw it
So, here I am
At age eighty-six
As the Greek vase
pictures Jason:
Spit from
The serpent’s gut
Like a fish
Parboiled
Raped
Outraged
Gone sharkey-
Mad
In the steams
of Cities
More watery bile
Than blood
8 In Remembrance of Sergey
As T. S. Eliott once wrote”:
“..., do not ask,
'What is it?'
Let us go
and make our visit”
Then
We will see
If
the replacement of
Space between trees
By city streets
Equals
The delight
In the eyes of
Blueberry pickers
Or looks like a smirk
On a billionaire’s or
Comrade St.alin’s
Face
Standing in the doorway
Of one of
Babylon’s factory towers
Waving off and away
Mother Nature
Thank you
Mamming her
For the wham
Sfe afforded them
The haze in
A Beelzebub’s eyes
Drifts through
The Kremlin’s
Dining rooms
And rests on
Nadezhda’s crotch or
The White House Garden
And Melanie’s
Blueberry patch
Or Beijing’s Hong Kong
Or some other
Heavenly palace
Despairing
Going
Loop de loop
Until Nadezhda
Cries Alleluia!
And
Instead of shooting
Besarionis dze Jughashvili
Committs suicide
And proves him
A skunk spraying
Vodka across
An alcohol befogged
Moscva bridge
Early one morning
Checking the empty streets
For the ghosts of
God forsook kulaks
To have these
Sober men
Come and wash
The coagulated
Blood splattered
Leather kilts
Of the butchers
Of muzhiks*
In the wine cellars
Of the old Lubyanka
Insurance Company
*Muzhik—a word difficult for Westerners to grasp. While
the Collins dictionary traces the word
to the Russian word for ‘peasant’ and/or ‘man’ https://www.collinsdictionary.com/dictionary/english/muzhik , Wikipedia comes closer to the truth by connecting it to a peasant serf https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Serfdom_in_Russia who is bound to the ‘nobility’ (such as a Lord of the Manor),
aka a Muzhik.
In Latvian such a nobleman is called ‘muizhnieks’, a word derived from ‘muizh’
(?mugh=mega), a word derived from one who is a ‘perpetual’ (muhzh/mūž) overlord
(like an officer over enlisted men) over the remainder of human ‘deplorables’ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PCHJVE9trSM . The word muzhik became a prefix for owners of large tracts of land. In
other words, a ‘muizhnik’ is a category of human being brought into being by
Catholicism to eliminate the Sovereign Being of the Common People. In times that
were specifically Catholic, the Common People came to be called ‘pagans’
(Herders), which word in later times was pronouncec ’peasants’, while today itsmeaning
is become ‘populist’.
St.alin, educated by Catholic indoctrinated
Russian Ortodox priests of Georgia, misundersood the Peasant Revolution of
Russia as a revolution on behalf workers of the city. The ‘worker’ was a class
of human being—brought into being by German Muzhiks who (from around yhe 11th
and 12th centuries https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/extra/A2MFANtn3Z/hanseatic_league on)--began to overrun and seed Russian (then Tartar) lands
with Augustinian notions about a ”City of (Supernatural) God” https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_City_of_God governed by a ‘Muzhik’ who had immigrated from a land known
as the German Holy Roman Empire. Trained to accept linear thought as the sine qua non of intelligence, St.alin
did all in his power not only to eliminate all who were the cause of the First ‘Armageddon of Revolutions’,and return humankind
to the wood, but to bring about a belated and secularized version of the Holy
Empire.
**The St.alin paradox in what has become a
Western sotced Matrix is that like Peter
the Great, St.alin understood that to resist the West succesfully, he
had to copy its methods of industry and warfare. This made the ‘Soviet’
Revolution or Reaction to the murder of
its forest People inevitably terrorist
and Armageddon-like.
So much
For the psyche
Tempered in the
Sewers of the
City:
Where ‘scientists’
turn
Letters into
numbers
Which
Become the property
Of muzhiks who
Leave Nadya
(St.lin’s
wife)
lie naked
Under the table
With skirt
drawn
Over and above
Her buttocks
Waiting for St.alin
To draw aside
The table cloth
and
Ask her to
raise
Her arse a bit
higher
So he and hisn
May give her
bang
In the anus
After Nadya’s
Failure to kill
him
(Which is why
She committed
suicide)
St.alin
became
A portrait
Of Man-God*
Who killed anyone
Who
transgressed
His line of
sight
*Nadezhda https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nadezhda_Alliluyeva killed herself after she failed to gather enough courage to
put a bullet of the ”toy pistol’ into St.alin’s
heart. It was St.alin who named the pistol a ”toy”. It was a present to Nadezhda
from her brother Pavel.It did not escape
St.alin guessing ‘the toy’s’ true intent. It enraged him; and though
he did not show it, it contributed to the Great Purge or Great Terror of
1936-1938 in which over a million ‘kulak’-farmers were eecuted https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Purge .
With King-God (as an extention of Man) killed by little
by little crucifixions, and the attempt at His resurrection through Jesus
Christ an obvious thousand year failure, dwellers of ‘the Holy City’ upped their
claims to the benefices of life by increasingly identifying themselves as hosts
to a humankind exiled from the Eden (wood) of Nature’s God, and declared
themselves to be humankind’s law-makers.
In effect, all who lived on the other side of a city’s or
suburbia’s last street were to be considered homeless and ‘bare humanity’, which
can be eliminated or disappeared at the Will of the City https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Homo_sacer . In political terms the notion of ‘bare humanity’,
legitimized the elimination of any nation as a community of People In my country of Latvia the natives are now called
‘dwelingers’/ inmates (iedzīvotāji) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=um03_9C7b_g.
Though the calamity of the ‘Holy’ Supernatural emerged most
clearly of human nature born and raised in City environments https://www.youtube.csom/watch?v=LWCe_b_8ZlM , it was accompanied by a refusal to acknowledge that the
source for destruction of was the City (of God) in all corners of the globe.
Though preaching that the Supernatural God was ”all good”,
by refusing to acknowledge that the holders of this theology were using it to
license murder for their sole benefice, the holders of this theology became a
Supernatural Evil inherent within the Supernatural system.
The worst of this Doctrine of Horror was that it caused a
near Supernatural sense of guilt to all not actively subscribing to it.
For example, when Nadezhda Aleluiya perceived that
St.alin, her husband, was a murderer and had to be killed to avert further murders,
her sense of guilt over becoming a murderes and the instrument of his death, was
so great that she would (rather than avoid over a million deaths among the
people of the forest) sooner kill herself.
In other words, a subscription to the notion that God is
”good” and also a Supernatural Being, when introduced to the human psyche (by a
long history of existentially violent ritualistic imposition and support of it),
results—as it were—in an epileptic seizure of the Natural mind and consciousness.
Though the City born have refused to confess themselves
as an exceptionalist species of Uebermenshen their pretentious innocene is
tearing like a murderous wildfire https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wN2Wk9auWCc across
the landscape of the Natural world. This isnothing unusual. For centuries the destruction
of the Natural world goes unrecognized, unopposed, and unresisted. This in
spite of the idiot-savant like answers with which our city dominated
civilization responds to the catastrophe https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BB5U8Goa_iY (note how the profesor believes that more air
conditioning—and gas—will solve all problems).
As for the responses to the emergency of the
‘deplorables’, it is interesting that the subjective mind began to respond with
great anguish as early as 1938 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OzC3Fg_rRJM
**While the Holy Spirit was—once and more often than
not—perceived as sourced in feminine nature https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VwaMQSqeAMA , God was perceived as being of masculine nature. Why?
Women are the actual birthers of the human race, whyfor
closer to Nature. Men, on the other hand, have been the protectors of
communities (families, tribes, countries), which circumstance caused them to
sacrifice their lives https://www.everypainterpaintshimself.com/article/mengs_christ_on_the_cross_1761-9
. Thus, God and community is consequent to the self-sacrifice
of life by a male more often than a female, which may be the reason why the
Supernatural God is perceived as violent and war-like.
***It is worth noting that The Great Spirit was
the name for God, when humankind lived in the wood or field, where every day life
passes relatively unchanged. Once the self-sacrificial male became
metamorphosed into God, Life was replaced by Consciousness as it suggested that
like behavior befits every man. Regretably, selfconsciousness projected the
ego, a phantasm, that lost God His charismatic nature, which was replaced by
the secretive characteristics of empires and reichs.
Tempered
In globalist
ice-waters
St.alin
Inserted his
Supernaturally
stiffened
Mind and blood
Among the
living
By forcing
awake
Memories of
Millions of deaths
As sating
A smorgasbord
of evil
As any Satan
Could wish
But the Latvian
Government
Has not had
enough
Of imported
Halloween
parties
Peasants are
Outmoded
Shout post-Soviet
Latvian Stuchkas
Ridsing Latvia
of
Peasants
The time is
come
For state paid
funerals
Sputniks
And trips
to the moon
Who cares if Sergey
(No saint)
Dies an
alcoholic
In a ditch
We need the money
He spends on vodka
To keep our
cities
Growing
Let human ants
Flying to Mars
Replace
Our Romas
(nests)
Of pine needles
and
Grass stalks
spun
In trees with
Superior piles
of
Iron stressed
Torn athunder
Cities of
concrete
Topped by
Crematory chimneys
and spiritual
chaos
*As the word ‘pagan’ is derived from the word ‘pa+gan’ (meaning
herder, ‘pa+yan’/jan), so ‘roma’ is derived from a now forgotten word for home,
nest, or cradle. When warlords and muzhiks began deforestation and introduced
agriculture, people who had dwelts in forest Romas, fled from their millenium old habitat.
The flights took place on foot, in horse drawn wagons, by
boats https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hCop3IGZH2o . While today it is believed that the Roma (gypies, zigeuner
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EqutgWA58V8&list=RDQTEokyBCYLk&index=2
) originated in India, it is more likely that they are of
any number of ‘Romas’ in the wood. The name ‘Roma’ was 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 called ‘Romas’. True to the contemptuous
attitude of the post-Soviet Latvian government for all things of preindustrial
age, the original homesteads of the Latvian people are a matter of indifference for Pop-culturalized
city-zen bureaucrats pushing ‘abstract’ art.
The more the
past
Is forgotten
The greater the
creativity
Of idiots
savants
Once upon a
time
A Soviet era
Countryside policeman
Sergey
Did all he
could to
Become the star
At every
village party
Because the
police car
Was a handy vodka
ferry
In early
morning hours
When the
natives
Cupboards ran
dry
It was then
That Sergey
Summoned St.alin
As his aide
And went bang
bang
On the door of
The liquor
store manager
During one such
party
Sergey’s partner
Laid his wife
Which is why
Sergey clubbed
him
And was
relieved
Of his duties
for
Unsoviet conduct
Thirty years of
Debauchery followed
Now
Standing beside
his coffin
(touch Sergey’s
Folded hands
Covered by
His sister’s
tearsoaked
Handkerchief)
Is an endeavour
Of remembrance
Of times
Of which
I am a belated
Discoverer
9 Livonia’s Cubist Wonderland http://www.artnet.com/artists/vik-muniz/weeping-woman-after-picasso-pictures-of-pigment-_2fTycNP0j3i-j_f648tGA2
When Tsarina Katerina I
Let Generalin Magdalena
Keep the pension of
Her husband (d. 1727)
She may
Have imagined that
Maybe
She could
Through Magdalena
Become1729
the re-Creatrix
So to speak
Of raped over Latvians
from whose midst
She, Katerina I
Was taken and
Turned by war
Into a Latvian whore
Named ‘Milda’
Who
200 years later1918
Risen to a porn star
Atop
Riga’s highest monument
Would proudly demonstrate
Birth of
A sovereign son
With the courage to
Defend and die for
His mother
Instead, Milda
Was fucked-up again
By
A Latvian government
Pimping for
Pimping for
America’s government
Determined to fuck
Russia*
To better fuck
Everyone else
*The post Soviet government of Latvia (and indeed of the
Baltics) is a mindless and egotistic gathering of individuāls ‘on the make’. The
Baltic governments (installed by secretive Nato sponsored intelligence agence
known as Gladio) have succeeded beyond the West’s wildest dreams in eliminating
the cultural identity of the Balts https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dumUTrqdyUA
. Partially, this is due to the small number of native inhabitants (greatly
due to the decimation of forests); which has enabled foreign political powers
to relatively easily corrupt and persuade local authotities to their cause—essentially
a strategy of genocide through cultural demoralization. This strategy, now
under the control of NATO, known by the Gsrman name of ‘Ost-Siedlung’ or
Settlement of the East, has been in effect ever since the incursions of the Tutonic
Knights https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G8_Qh-9bxS8 . The object of the strategy is to threaten Moscow,
The current staying power of a coercive gathering
of a city based Latvian government
(the Latvian including) in the Eutopean Ost or East is largely based on a corrupt
American Enpire’s desire to stay in
power, which it does by materially and spiritually debasing the Civil populaion
of indigenous Latvians.
Moscow is but a little more than 400 miles from the borders
of the Baltic countries, which is about as the distance as from Kiev to Moscow.
In effect, the city based U.S. government is using the Baltic states in the
same manner it uses the state of Israel to exert control over oil wells in the
middle East.
Today
(following St.alin’s
Failed Armageddon 1),
No one gives
Katerina I
Or Magdalena credit
But belies
18th century
Latvian and
Russian history
For the sake of
A trip to
Mars or Moon
(As likely as
The survival of
The American Empire)
A post-Soviet
‘Renewed’ Latvia
Provincial government
Lets Riga
Filled to overflowing
With Latvian fuck-ups
Bare skeletons
of
Their forbears
With no idea
where to
They transit
Now lie safely buried
In some
cemetery
Where hope
Is found only
In money blown
On fireworks
And military
parades
With Abram
tanks
And
advertisements
Calling for
A UNITED
LATVIJA,
While celebrating
Its
100th
Anniversary
Remembering
nothing
At least
A 100 years ago
There was
Pretention
That Latvians
Came of ancient roots
To prove which
Most children
Could sing
A 100 folk songs
Today
But ‘beat-the-rich’
Rappers singing
”Too much money
In the bank”
History has been
Assimilated into
A faked story
Where the past
Of Latvia is
Like God
Who returns
But
no longer needed
Is soon killed.
Today
Latvian luddies
Have been driven
Off their land
Into cities
Where pornography
celebrates
Adam on his knees
Before Judith
Singing:
I love you,
I need you,
I want you
To sit on my face
Never mind
The whores of
Babylon tempted
by
Politicians who
For the sake of
Sex and fame
Replace their
dicks
With paper dollars
Rolled into
Dildoes stuffed
with stuff
Mary likes to
suck
Without conviction
All that is Russian
Including
Tsarina Katerina I
Who Tsar Peter
Took from
General Sheremetev
And
(To restore her dignity)
Married
10. A Kebab of Lamb
When I returned
To Latvia
(After
A 51 year absence)
https://www.poetryintranslation.com/PITBR/Italian/DantInf1to7.php#anchor_Toc64090910
I was surprised
To hear
Teenagers
(Who came visit
Looking for summer jobs)
Ask:
What are you
Doing here?
Why are you here?
The poet’s
reasons
Were a mystery
to them
They knew of no
past times
They knew no
history
There was no
song
That sang
“For auld lang syne,
My jo,
For auld lang syne
For auld lang syne
My dear”
For five bucks
Young women
Were ready to
And did
Fuck anyone:
If I did not
An Afghan
In London
Was sure to
Persuade her
With poppy cock.
In postSoviet Latvia
It was
Fuck
Thieve
and
Lie time
Former Soviet
Baskeball players
Pretending to be of
Noble birth
Collected rich dividends
Pedling
Alcohol licenses
While Latvian ludds
Were having
Existential orgasms
Packing chicken legs
In Ireland and England
The abandoned community
(Renamed by globalists
Either ‘nazis’
or ’SS’)
Had to bear
Its parliamentary democracy’s
Unzippered dickheads
Sucking up the stage
For applause
And as God-men
Took bows and
while banging
Mary Magdalene
In the arse
The young had
Never seen
Their
Alcohol
besotted fathers
Proud or
Slam the car door
On the fingers
of
Riga Riga Riga
In St.alin’s
Paradise
They had been
Shelled out as
Watermellon seeds
Twinking tidly
winks
Down the toilet
I had to let
The question of
The youths
Become one
I had to ask myself:
Why indeed
”In Xanadu
Did Kubla Khan himself
a stately pleasure dome
Decree?”
Only after leaving
Riga Riga Riga
And moving to live
In the countryside
Did I understand
How Riga had faked
And fucked-up
‘Renewed’ Latvia
Though I was of
Synes sake
Syne was no longer
The young were born
Into a land
Were the murder of
Grandsparents
Is as acceptable
As the death of
The chief goose
On Thanksgiving Day
But with none
The honor
By virtue of aging
Me thinks
Me too was
Better dead
Than spooking the young
With stories
From thence
For synes sake
A spook and
Psychologist
Was made president
She honked:
”We are mighty
We are
All we imagine”
Cowardly Ulmanis
(Who surrendered
The country
50 years lang syne)
Is as note worthy as
As a story
Re-read
In a newspaper in
Countryside outhouse
Nevertheless
Intrigue Galore
Has already
(Together with reborn
PostSoviet Latvia’s
Culture Fund)
Negotiated
A new career for herself
As a newly discovered
Queen of the press
She rewrote the
Resurrection story
As surely as
The US embassy
Flies
The flag of
Latvian trannies
With U.S’s own
To no one’s shame
Gladio in Latvia
has risen like
Once the
New fangled Jesus
From
The bones of
John the Baptist*
To screams of
Latvian trannies
Enjoying an
Anal orgasm
To the
American-Latvian
Gladio agents—
Whether from Australia
Boston or Chicago
The Romas* of
*Romas were homes, camps, or hubs of the forest people
such as Robin Ludd (the Hood) around which turned the Sun and the daily life of
a community. Though Catholic Christian dogma has monopolized the name for the
Vatican, it retains a presence in speech through derivatives such as ‘rite’,
‘ritual’, ‘recite’, ‘rythm’, ‘rise’, ‘ring’, ‘roam’,‘run’, ‘return’, ‘round’,
‘road’, etc.
Their forebears
Are but mounds
Of dirt
In the middle
of
A potato field
left over from
Amelioration of
the land
To make room
For pig farms
Or rivers
turned into
Straight ditches
The Latvian young
Saw no sense
To ‘father’ or
‘motherland’.
And preferred
Elvis sing
‘Hound Dog’
And called
Their fathers
Love call
One for
children
The wonted
‘Singing
revolution’
Of the Baltic
Nations
Was but
Gladio
propaganda
Preparing the
way for
NATO and
American
occupation*
*The ruling elites in the Baltics of today form the core
of the Gladio-CIA sponsored post-Soviet castrasted Latvian government (its
memberhip recruited from among American-Latvian and NATO-Latvian aģents). Even
as native born Latvians are encouraged to lose memory of the history of their
homeland in favor of ‘up dated western (European) valuess’, the post Soviet
Latvian government keeps alive the memory of the region of Abrene https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abrene_County . This
is to leave open an old wound https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rbPiUGycbVg
for the sake of a potential provocation—at the
whims of Amerika—against Russia.
Though the ‘baricades’ (of 1991) expressed real desires of
the Baltic ludds to renew their extinguished national communities, the publicity
was provided by Western intelligence agencies and Latvian quislings in exile seeking
lucrative employment in what was believed to be a rising post WW2 european Empire.
Once ‘renewal’ was achieved, there was no follow through by a Latvian
government. Already by 1993, one (Ādolfs Buķis) protested the ‘renewal’ of
Latvia with an (unacknowledged) sacrificial suicide https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freedom_Monument at the foot of the
Freedom monument https://timenote.info/lv/Adolfs-Bukis-01.01.1935. The suicide’s
note was said to be of NO importance and its content was not revealed. The Blue
priests of the ‘renewed’ (but not sovereign) Riga Riga Riga government made
sure that a mindful Latvian community was dead
And the
Voice of the
community
Was broken
Under the screw
of
The garroters wrench
Poverty
Whoring, theft
Unemployment
Emigration
Depopulation
Alcoholism
Forest
decimation
All were loosed
By the parasitic
wasps of
Riga Riga Riga
(Acra/ Agra of
the Teutons
Spelled backward)
To scorch
the countryside
with persuasive
lies
And leave the
ludds die
In a mouse trap
Filled to the
brim
With drowning
mice
Of course,
The degree of
Sadism employed
Is Top secret
Dissent silenced
By spectacular
Public ceremonies
Where the licking of
Of fake documents
And books
Takes place
With erotic intensity
When the 100th
Anniversary of
Latvia’s founding
Was celebrated
By the fake state
History became
Like
A kebab of lamb
Turning
On a Viking’s spit
11 Stalled On A Ladder
In our neck of
The wood
Silence reigns
The doves have been
muted
No cries of
”You-oo-Who-o-oo !”
From berry pickers
Ululates across
The cranberry marsh
But a whisper
Of wind
Swings the trees
As dew gathers in
Our eyes
Awaiting
Baba Yaga’s iron teeth
The chainsaws
Of the executioners
In the ‘Holy cities’ of
Bruxell,
Moscow, Washington
And Riga Riga Riga
All rip-ready
To tear Latvia’s throat
R-E-A-L politic rules
The lands
Where
Luddies
Once spoke
The gentlest
of languages:
Dear this
Dear that
Dear God
Instead*
*The Latvian language (a language of a people who give
evidence of coming of tribes that used to make
home in the wood) suggests that it is of a people who are a remnant of
an aboriginal population that went extinct in the Middle ages with the aurochs https://www.fossilhunters.xyz/disappeared-species/aurochs.html .. both
of which (auroch and homo sapiens)
‘animals’ were taken down in the 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 every
verb gentled. This language—now subject to the cynical environment of concrete
encased cities which nurture caprious egoes, is becoming as extinct as the wild,
the wood and its divine inhabitants.
A song of mutes
Begs to hear
The Ludds pataphrase
A nightmare
Into song:
”A mute heaven
Is like an old hat
Shoved down
Over my ears:
I hear no voice
That is my own”
Not only is
The language
Of mothers
And lullabies
Forgotten
Anger
Is called
Hate
Love
Is fucked-up
Helter skelters
By city malcontents
Dreams and hopes
Of exiles
Are lost in
The deep dusk of
Wine-dark dreams
Which seep like
Bloody clouds
from the sky
Down
The steps of
A Maya pyramid
With piles of
Bodies
Thrown from above
amassing
At the foot of its steps
At the 11th hour
I find me
Sitting next to
My brother
Complaining to him
Over my losses
But he shakes his head
And tells
He is dead
And remembers
Little of
The painting
With the girl from Capri
With the jug
of water
on her head
Which
As the noise of war
Pulsed all about
And with wounded
Soldiers crowded into
What used to be
Our bedroom
An eleven year old
Climbed his mother’s bed
And took down
The picture
From the wall
Asi f it were
A pearl earring
And to save it
Rolled it
Around a broomstick
I call my brother
A thief
His wife a magpie
But he remembers nothing
But looks at me
In disbelief
Until the dream
Makes us
climb down the pyramid
And
Cross the street and
Go to my apartment
Where I remember
I promised
My wife
I would pick her up
At work
At 11
My watch shows
It is 11:10
We rush
To my car
I get it started
But the headlights
will not turn on
I pull to the curb
John looks at me
And says:
”Wat is the matter?
Don’t you remember
Your wife divorced
you
”Try calling
Joan of Ark
The milkmaid
Whose womb
The Pope reamed
With pricks of fire
”She saved France
Did she not?
”She will not flinch
From the sight of
Our intestines
Swallowed
By Latvian hyenas
”Our sister
Full of pickled
Christian righteousness
Left no road marker
At her grandmother’s
Birthplace
”Or did she?
”But took
Her ‘property’
To America
Leaving the Letts
Survive by
Fishing for lamprey
And destroying
Their last posession
Their forests”
I have nothing to add
But a nod
With Judith’s animus
tutored by
American exceptionalism
An obsession faked-up
With Christian love
Let her bless
Everyone with guilt
And leave the road
From here to Timbukto
Littered
With collateral damage
My brother and I sit
Mute and entombed
In my car
I turn the dial
And hear a chorus sing
Tchaikovski’s
”1812 overture”
(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.s
O mighty Lord hear our lowly prayer,
And by Thy shining holy light.
Grant us, O Lord, peace again.
O mighty Lord hear our prayer
and save our people
Forever, forever!)
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.s
O mighty Lord hear our lowly prayer,
And by Thy shining holy light.
Grant us, O Lord, peace again.
O mighty Lord hear our prayer
and save our people
Forever, forever!)
After the hymn
The announcer pipes:
”....News just in
The New England states
Have joined California
And have declared
Themselves
Independent
The Boston Harbor
Has been blocked
To all ships*
When city based socialist insurgency advocates of ‘free
everything’ began ‘blitzkrieg’ attacks on Msidwest farming communities.
The people of the American countryside—unlike the Ukrainians
during the Stalinist holodomor https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o5_ViOguDQo
—met the attackers head on. The farmers blocked food and energy suppliess,
and demaned that cities be holomobilized.
Unlike the case of Latvia (1919), where a similar proposal by Latvian country
people was sabotaged by city (Petrograd) borne Leninist Stuchka https://academic.oup.com/ajcl/article-abstract/38/1/196/2580897?redirectedFrom=PDF .
When the Latvian peasants demanded that Stiuchka not feed Riga, Stuchka
threatened—in a move reminiscent of UN’s Agenda 21—to deprive them of their
land and livelihood. The oposition
movement of American farmers was almost immediately successful. As Russian and
Chinese navies blocket ships carrying wheat and potatoes from the Ukraine reaching
American coastal cities, and President Trump, leader of the anti-urbanist
forces, urged city dwellers to desert for the countryside by offering them subsistance
gardens, American cities became islands of chaos, and holomobilization became a
dreadrd reality.
As Judith approaches
The car
Her pheromones
Overwhelmed my nostrils
Nevertheless
I roll down
The window
As I gag
She puts
To my lips
A beaker of
Wine mixed
With blood
Scooped from
Her fallopian tubes
I drink it
My knees buckle
I see me
Fall into a fault
Of plowed earth
The air fills with
Screams of
Come free
My God
Of His flesh.
12. The Shadow Survives
Its Object
Memory takes revenge
By remembering nothing
Near death overwhelms
Woodless Eden
With nirvanas of
Orgasms of
Unconditional love
No surprise that
Hung men
Die
With an erection
And Muslim heaven
Is filled
With belly dancers and
Roman guards
Roll dice over who
Will receive God’s
Soiled loin cloth
And Judas
Son of
Son of
John the Baptist
Acknowledges:
”The Devil has
Succeeded:
”Jesus, too, is
become God*”
*Judas Iscariot (IscariYod:
my Father be praised) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Judas_Iscariot is one of the great
mysteries presented by the story about Jesus. Though his true identity is
concealed by misspelling his name throughout the story in the New Testament, it
is only Judas’s last effort to stop the scam of the secularists that he (Son of
a Sacrificial King and, thus, God on Earth) is reveals himself to such an
extent that the Sahendrin (Parliament, a gang of actual or would be lords), caught
red handed at an attempt to create its own God, reveals its secular nature to the
full extent. Of course, Pilate, the Speaker of the Sahenrin, washes his hands and
creates one of history’s grseatest lies https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BkO92yU1oqY:
As the poet has
pointed out throughout this poem, Jesus is a person deliberately introduced by
a Catholic priesthood aiming to destroy an earlier form of Christianity that
promoted through a self-sacrificial King. 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 during the 9th-12th
centuries of our era—even though the Catholic clergy that served 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 20th
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, the poet’s Godmother
(a 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 a nation of which the poet is a member.
”Alas! In what tatters
Humankind.
”It is time
I go”.
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