The Life Review of Robin Ludd / A Family
Epic
By © Anton Vendamenc, 2019
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he Life Review of Robin Ludd
An Epic 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 Misha
9. Livonia’s Cubed Wonderland
10. A Kebab of lamb
11. Stalled On A Ladder
12. The Shadow Survives Its Object
In times past poets evoked emotions
by summoning images from Nature. One of the better known such examples comes
from the German poet Goethe and his poem “ Kennst du das Land https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZMe22tHvG4c ” (Do you know the land?) Today such bonds with nature
have vanished and have been replaced with the sensitivities of a homo-gentrified
urban class which is out of touch with Nature in extremis. The shift away from
wood and field happened so suddenly, unexpectedly, even unexplainably, that the
replacement became known as ‘confessional’ poetry’. One reason for naming the shift
away from Nature with such a curious name (Wm. Blake renamed the shifting time
as of “dark Satanic Mills” https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/And_did_those_feet_in_ancient_time ) was that with Nature removed as a reference, all
that was left was one’s inner emotional life, often nakedly sexual in nature. An
active voice in the transfer of the past into the present “dark” age was the
American poet Walt Whitman https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walt_Whitman with his justly famous collection of poems called “Leaves of Grass”. A
hundred years later Whitman was succeeded by Robert Lowell, with “Skunk Hour” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hSlcc2b02yc being his most often quoted poem.
Surealy enough this
poet’s brief entanglement with the author of “Life Studies https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Life_Studies ” (at Boston University 1957-1958) has lingered to bring forth (2019) “The
Life Review of Robin Ludd”
Canto 1. How It Began
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irst
A definition
Of ’fuck’
As in fucked up
As if by some magic
By beings as if
Out of cyberspace
Then discarded
As mere meat
Or piece of fat
Or carion
”For the birds”
A phrase
Often used
For the useless
And superfluous
(Orphans
Children
Peasants
And other deplorables)
No one knows
What to do with
All the same
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
Family history)
Made love to
The young soldier
Of a German
Post Office troop
A leutnant who
of some priviledged German family
Too,
Was seeking to escape
the malodorous winds
Of war and slaughter
As desperately she was.
The only escape
Without
Being shot
By globe trotting
Crusading
Christian governments
(Of which
Hitler’s was one)
Or by
Scared
To death
Military officers
Hung by
Fake elites
Or military police
Was to forget war
And fuck
And for
the abandoned
Luddies*
*Luddies https://www.history.com/news/who-were-the-luddites --is an old name that preceeds and has now been replaced by the word ‘people’. It was last used in the English speaking world when so-called Luddites took on the English Lords and Nouveau riche. The word remains in use in the german language as ‘Leute’, in Russian as ‘liudi’ (люди), in Latvian as ‘ļaudis’ (lyaudis), and in such names as Ludwig, Ludis, possibly even in place names such as London (Londinium), Luzon, etc. Robin Ludd (a symbolic name for the last of England’s people of the wood) had his last name changed to ‘Hood’, meaning thief. Not surprisingly Robin dies at the hand of fake Christians https://www.awesomestories.com/asset/view/Robin-Hood-Death-at-the-Priory-Gatehouse .
To
‘Make love’
Such as the folk called
”Tearing the skin
Off the wire”
Then use the wire
To bruise, sext,
Masturbate
With porn
An entire millenium.
Fortunately
Fritz’s and Manya’s
Need for love
Fucked-up
No children
Only brusing
Memories.
That was
Seventy-five years
ago
In 1944
Toward the end
of
WW2.
The officer was young
My mother was young
I was a bor growing.
I saw
But did not yet
Understand
what I saw.
Life in the
countryside
Herding cows
and sheep
had kept me
naive:
Standing in warm cow pie
In a frost covered medow
Warming my bare feet
Was my definition
Of reality.
At that time
I still believed
Father was alive and
Would somehow
Survive
And return from
Astrakhan
Or Whereever.
I screamed for him
Tantrums of prayers
When alone.
No Buddha
Or Beatle
Could ever
Convince me
Life levitates
On fantasy or dream,
Or some witless
Latvian author’s
Need for notoriety.*
*There have been numerous, government sponsored efforts
(story, book, and theatre) in PostSovietLatvia to eliminate the achievements and
contribution of my paternal grandfather and his forebears in the creation of this
country. Whether this is the policy of the CIA’s ‘renewed’ Latvian government,
or the death wish of half-dead community (the PostSoviet government has for all
practical purposes eliminated literature, criticism, intellect, and what used
to be called Latvian culture) ledt rotting behind a Potemkin Village facade https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Potemkin_village
--only the future
will reveal in full.
I did not now
Then
That in his
youth
Father had been
A Cityzen*
*The poet uses the word ‘cityzen’ instead of ‘citizen’ to
more clearly indicate the difference of one from the other.
Of tsarist
Russia
Which fact
Turned him
Into a robot
(A derivative human)
Of government,
(For which fact the tsar and his family, were shot)
It was a time
when no boy’s
father
Mine including
Could ever have
been
Someone
who could
Have fucked me
up
For the fun of
it
Without
forethought.
I did not
believe
I was of
A joke.
The joke was
Father
Was already
dead
A bullet on
the 13th of April, 1942
Through his head
Pants full of
shit
Compliments of
Diarreah
Brought up to
the deck
in buckets
Of water
Which in one
swell swoop
Dumped the shit
Of Stalin’s
victims
Into the Volga
Then drew drink
To slake the
thirst
Of haggard
toutists
Destined
to be boarded
At Astrakhan’s
Little Kremlin
Neither father
Nor I
Knew that
Our woman in common
Left be on a farm
In a government sponsored
God forsaken land
By the grace of God
(or Chance)
Was fucking
A stranger
To (perhaps)
Save her
And her brood’s life.
Which is whyfore
This epic
Of a survivor
Aged 86 now.
Mother’s behavior
In front of the
farm’s
Household*
*The poet’s aunt Emma (the owner of the ‘Sokleni’ farm in
the Latvian countryside) was the youngest sister of the poet’s grandmother (who
was born on the very farm). The poet’s mother, concussed by events, let herself
to forget this, when she began her catastrophic affair before the very eyes of
the poet’s father’s relatives. For aunt Emma the humiliation was endured
silently, but with deadly effect, that in order not to open her mouth in an
involuntary scream, aunt Emma closed her mouth—there and then—forever, ruling
out the poet ever learning the content of her memories,
Compelled
Her Wehrmacht
lover
(Embarrassed by
inuendo)
To make
Place
On the Wehrmacht
truck
Next to sacks of
mail
For mother, me,
and
Sister and brother.
Even as I
An
incomprehending witness
That same
evening
With
anti-aircraft shells
Exploding
Over the
Koknese
Railroad
station
Saw them meet
To do
Whatever it was
They did
From the other
end
Of the hay loft
Above the garage
Next to
The railway
tracks.
By some
Thanks
For ever not known
To who
Or fear induced caution
We escaped death.
That was
The best I can
Determin
On August 20,
(Click on picture
with truck to enlarge. Examine closely.)
In my stead,
Our white gelding,
Yoked to the
wagon
(The household
Left house in
The middle of
A brutal
counter offensive
A day after
We were gone)
Max
(His white neck
Shredded by
bullets)
Was killed
By a Soviet
plane
Strafing
The country road.
Mother acknowledged
Her sins
On her deathbed
Telling the poet
Telling the poet
In a whisper:
”I have forgiven God.”
For years thereafter
Above us
”a mute heaven stretched”
And ”a very mute
Mute field of flowers bloomed”
Lyrics from a poem by the Latvian poet J. Peters
It took years
For me to grasp
And scrape out of
The compressed
Pitch of painted over
Memories
That dead, too,
By the hand of
Her once husband’s
Much facelifted
Second wife
Intrigue Galore
Was aunt Emma’s
Older sister,
My grandmother
Madeline.
Of course,
The murder
Is hearsay
Nothing special
Moreoverd
In hindsight
But etched on
A slate of memories
By half forgotten
Subtle murmurings
And muzz-muzzs
in the ears
Of a curious boy
Who like the sheepdog
Who
Chased after the truck
That took his flock
To the abattoir.
Finds comfort
In the stench of
Bubbles gurgling
Calls for ”Help!”
From someone
Serving a government
Sunk
As a forgotten
Llegendary castle
To the bottom
Of Latvia’s
Lake Sewer.
2 The Story of Grandmother
Only
the Sun
Knows
the day
Or
whyfors
Her fishermen
Forebears left
Or were taken
And were oared
Perhaps as
Prisoners of war
Slaves
Or fuck flesh
To the north
Of the Caspian Sea
The Volga delta
Where they whiled
in Astrakhan
Fishing for sturgeon
Then were took up
The besconechnyendless
Volga
Where they portaged
To the JaunavaDaugava
A River that flows
To the Baltic Sea
Through an
Ice-scoured land
Still rising
Out of the sea
Bringing forth land
For a country
Now known
As Latvia
Where they were took
To a pirates
Roma
Home for a nest of thieves
Like Troy where
Helen was raped
Then had her body
Dresses in a weighted net
Which was cast as food
For Baltic eels
Luckily
Some of the fuck flesh
Escaped
Or was sold
To Gherman*
Skinners of leather
At Sheepshead*
A city
Called Jelgava
Today
*’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 cum herders in Central Asia.
It is likely that this is whence the German tribes that long ago migrated to
Turkey, then went even further West and occupied much of Europe. Interestingly ‘yurt’
translates as ‘yehrs’, which word means sheep in Latvian; and echoes as ‘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 just slaughtrred lamb. Today the word ‘gher’ also stands 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 for a flok of sheep in the steppes
of Central Asia https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dq4bOmxKVQQ . It may be yhat overgrazing
of the steppes contributed to the erosion
and desertification of Central Asia in the same manner it later occurred in Spain.
Which city lies
But 30 miles south
Of Riga
Which is why
When the wind
Blew north
Riga
(The retching leech
Of anorexed Latvia)
Stank
As only
A curse
Sent by a Kriv
The clubfoot priest*
Of Ludds*
*Grimm’s Law https://www.britannica.com/topic/Grimms-law of consonant shifts enables one to translate
‘Krīv’, an Old Prussian name for priest, as ‘Clib’ (limp) and ‘Lud’ as ‘Rod’ or
‘Rus’
Could make it stink.
By pretending
To be charcoal burners
The Iranian yarii-yahns broke
From their captors
And tracked up
The CharcoalOgre River
To Where it
Intersected
the
Charcoal road
that
led to
The oven’s
Open and deadly maw
of Riga.*
*The reputation of Riga as the hangman’s
home was expressed in a dangerous and potentially deadly game among schoolboys,
in which the strongest boy asked some smaller classmate: “Do you wish to see
Riga?” then took the head of the classmate between his hands and thus dangling
him lifted the boy off the ground.
The Caspian natives
Then changed
Their name
From Gorgan
To Yuryan
And hid
In the woods
As alive
With refugees
From Jersey*Jerusalem
*Jersey-Jersika used to be the only kingdom
on the land of what is now Latvia. The kingdom was destroyed and its temple and
castle raised about 1209 by Bishop Albert of Riga, who led the northeastern
branch of the two pronged Albigensian Crusade.
Most students of history know the Crusade
as one against the Cathars of Occitan https://www.google.com/search?clienst=firefox-b-d&q=albigensian+crusade , which is part of southern France today. The
poet contends that the Crusade was a coordinated attack against the remnants of
archChristianity in southern and northeastern Europe. The poet assumes that
Christianity existed in northeastern Europe for many years before it was
destroyed by globalist oriented Christinity led by Catholic priests 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 forned by Gherman princes and their siblings
cum bishops. When the poet’s forebears came to the region (about 1729), they
found a forest people who had a receptive ear for their message of a Kingdom
led by King John, aka Jesus.
Unfortunately, the Lutherans (holders to
Catholic theology) instigated a campaign of genocide https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BXL9VG6GoLU&t=950s against them, and by today King John in Latvia
has been killed by city Zionists as effectively as king John by the Magna
Hartists in England. The victims today are no longer only the Moravian
Herrnhuters and their descendants, but the entirety of the Latvian people of
countryside origin.
As Birnam wood was
Once come to
Dunsinane
It was
Where the eternal wood
Makes memory
Stand still and
Unnecessary
They awoke from
Dreams
Of blueberry
blossoms
Turning into
Blueberry tulips
Spilling the coal
Of their flaming
cups
Over Riga.
It was here
My grandmother
(nee
YuriYan)
Met my grandfather.
My father
Born 1892
Was the second
Of their five
children.
In later years
A whore’s whim
Again entangled
Father’s life
With Astrakhan’s
Swamps
and sands
But
it was not
To be
A
thousand year
Roundtrip to Iran.
It
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
Father never
issued
A
Mayday Mayday Mayday
Issue
To the
nation
As he was
blocked
*What with the
participants in the event of Latvia’s occupation and annexation to the Soviet
Union by now dead, the books that ought have been written about the event are
no longer possible. Any such attempt is blocked by the ongoing incorporation of
the Baltic States into the European Union (EU), which is projected (if no
untoward obstacles occur) to become a federalized State asap. Nevertheless,
reconstructions, such as this poem, remain possible. Because the publisher of
Jaunākās Ziņas (JZ) was Intrigue, who ever so subtly projected herself as the
mistress of then Latvia’s president K. UKlmanis, father had no authotity to
project his view on the matter. He was forced—at the peril of being fired (a
second time)—to publish Intrigu’s and the Ulmanis government’s position. When
father appealed to Intrigue to help him escape from Latvia, she refused him,
though she knew of his service in the White army during the Soviet Revolution
and that this could have lethal consequences. Father’s visit with Intrigue is
mentioned by Rolands Ozols, formerly editor of JZ, in his book “The Story of A
Last Mohican.” In hindsight, father ought have issued a clandestine Mayday edition, but apparently he did
not wish to be the one who initiated an
armed conlict with the Soviet Union when he was unable to secure for his family
a place to hide abroad. When the poet’s nanny of Baltic-German extraction
offered to take him with her to Germany, father refused to make of him an
exception vis a vis the rest of the family.
By his
nemesis
Intrigue
In service
of
The
Latvian version
Of the ‘Mafia
State’*
Given
mother’s
Lack of
interest
In matters
of intellect
Evcouraged
by her father
The poet’s
siblings
Nephews
and nices
Neither
suspected
Or knew
anything of
The true
events
But like
most
Latvians today
when
hearing of events
not fit
for
a crystal cage
know to
say only
“I beg
your pardon
What did
you say?
That
issimply dreadful.
We never
heard of
Such
events before.”
Grandmothe’s
Great
grandchildren
Much
prefer
The book
about Intrigue
Sponsored
by
Latvia’s
Kulture Fund
A
transparently shitty
Whitewash
job
Of reasons
for Intrigue’s
Numerous
facelifts
(Never
mentioned)
What?
Our great grandmother
Dead by
poison?
No suspicion
there that
History
has been
Betrayed
Who are
you
But a
shepherd
A dog
Whose
loyalty
Has gone mad?
Who has not heard
Of mercy killing
Mad dogs and Englishmen?
Perhaps grandfather
Too, was
Such a dog
Chasing down
History’s highway
100 years of
Forgotten deeds
Destined like sheep
for the abattoir?
Grandfather may have
Imagined himself
A Rothschild
with
dreams of
Founding John’sland
In Livonia.
Alas!
Rothschild was
Far ahead
And God lost His bet
With the Devil
Who
If need be
Was prepared
To wait endlessly
Grandmother understood
That her God’s fool
For a husband
Was outsmarting himself
By believing
God would
Cause Intrigue Galore*
(In return
For him rescuing her
From marriage
To a failed actor)
Let him exploit
Her greediness
By turning
into
One of God’s daughters
Surely not
a notion
a notion
Worth attention
All
the same,
Grandfather’s faith
In Jesus
Gave him the will
To sadle himself
With a lamb’s courage
And play the fool.
So much for
The consequences
Of repression
Of a belief
That fears no poverty
And plays
The fool
Playing
Who am I
To be more?
Father left it
To me
To shake the sieve
And discover
In its debri
Unthinkable second
thoughts.
What killed
grandmother?
Was it
Poison made of
The
Devil’s smirk
That stopped
Her heart
And ripped
Bridal veils
Cum maiden heads
Became crowns
Of roses
Off the heads of
Floundering orphans?
The murders created
Farflung
Unimaginable
Chaos
Misery, strife
And confusion
Yet fate contracted
That
Intrigue
Died a martyr’s death
By which
She let herself
Be imagined
A Saint
To those who
Benefitted from
The murders.
No disputing
The Devil played his hand
Better than
God or Faust
Every
one was
Preoccupied
With saving
themselves
No one had time
To think
‘Heart attack’ spells
‘Murder’.
As for the question:
Did St. Intrigue kill
Grandfather,
too?
The evidence?
Time came
Grandfather wanted
To divorce her
Claiming
she
More than tickled
His sack
But by making
A politician’s
Jack jack*
Had made Latvia’s
President’s her
gigolo*.
*A book http://www.sievietespasaule.lv/literatura/gramatu_klubins/atsauksmes_par_mila_benjamina/ by a Latvian
writer, sponsored by Latvia’s culture Fund Kultūras Fonds , claims
that Intrigue enjoyed liaisons with policemen (?bondage, flagelation, BDSM?). This
suggests Intrigue was suffering from sadomasochistic tendencies, fantasies, and
sexual abuse in childhood. Published in 2005, it was the most widely read book
in Latvia in 2006. While the book’s author did some rearch, accurate
information is wanting. With absence of research into the background of the poet’s
grandfather (Intrigue’s 2nd husband), foregoing any interviews with his direct
descendants, and completely ignoring Latvia’s history before WW1. Indeed, the
book is a fake from cover to cover. Sadly, the book was published and sloshed
into the public arena with the support of the Kultural Fond Valsts
Kultūrkapitāla fonds of the state of Latvia. Since such support was
revealed only after the book was published, it is reasonable to suspect that
the post Soviet State of Latvia had its ‘good’ reasons for hifing its
sponsorship. It tells much about the nature of the post Soviet NATO propped pseudo ‘Baltic’ nation.
When grandfather
Asked advice,
Of a Justice
Of Latvia’s Supreme
Court*
(*M. Chakste, the poet’s Godfather.was the son
of Latvia’s first president, and an opponent of K. Ulmanis)
He was told,
Mr. Wendamenc:
“You are out
Of luck.
It was you who
To Mephistophele’s
delight
played Faust
It was you who
Let yourself
Be enchanted
By Intrigue’s pussy
And
By allowing her
To become publisher
Sheared yourself
Of your golden
fleece
A divorce will
Shear your family,
too.
It will take
Lawyers from South
Africa
And Canada
(1963 see CSC
Dossier9942)
To rescue them
From poverty.”
Grandfather
Faust
Died
With Gretchen
Stuffing his tail
In his mouth.
It was too late
To
return to the wood.
Faust
left it
For his grandson
To discover
How Stalin
Came to claim
the Devil’s receipt.
When St. Intrigue
Wanted to flee Latvia
with her gigolo
In tow
To go live
In her Swiss villa
Naught cane of
The dream to
Become Latvia’s
Queen in exile.
When death threats
Issued by the na-ludds
Reached my father
By report of
A delegation of messengers
Of editors and writers
Including Skalbe
Still loyal to grandfather
*Event is described by Jānis Kārkliņs in
his book, re: “Preses Karalis” https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2039331.J_nis_K_rkli_
He went to Intrigue
Hat in hand
And was told:
“Get lost
I have my stepson
George
To take care of.”
When
father responded
“But are you not
Also Godmother
To my son?”
Intrigue laughed
“Don’t be naïve!”
“Your mother
Would make me
(A well-reamed woman)
A virgin yet
For another eighteen years
(Such
were the divorce laws of the day).
By
not giving
Her
Lamb’s arse
A
divorce
“It is Creon
My sister’s son
Who I chose
To endow with
My benefice.”
Creon
will have.
Yours
will not.
Your
mother go fuck
Ghosts in the wood
May
you all
Die there.
You still have
That piece of land
Have you not?
Where
On Midsummer’s Eve
Boys go
Count the haystacks
With ladders
Drawn up
Then stand below
And whack off
listening
To cries of ecstasy
Up top?
Intrigue’s ridicule
Was prophecy
For a July day
When
Mother climbed
The ladder
And fucked me
And father
For the love
Of a soldier.
Grandmother
Silenced
By a murder
No one dared imagine
Looked
on
From
above
Incredulous
And sang hymns
To the glories
Of the crumbs
On the grid
Of her grandson’s
Sieve of memories.*
*Intrigue Galore had
two sisters. Both—like herself—were ensconced in 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
balls, when pretending, she was unable to find their coat, she had them come
find it for themselves. Grandfather, a newspaper editor and budding playwright,
came to visit Intrigue several times, because he was seeking an outlet for
“Miglā”/In A Fog, a How to do-it-for-yourself play, he had written. The play
argued how by giving up alcohol (a plague in Latvia to this day), one could
come to prosperity. The Saint working in the wardrobe of Riga’s New Theatre
(founded 1902) introduced grandfather, 44 yo at the time, to the powers that be
in the world of theatre. Unfortunately grandfather’s play was too populist for
Riga’s ghermanized Latvians who
preferred Riga’s version of Wagner’s http://www.anothertravelguide.com/destinations/europe/latvia/riga/routes/routes/wagner_-_a_riga_legend then
trendy 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 is a goof illustration of the gulf that
separated the ghermanized and citified 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 Zeitgeist later shared in also by Joseph Stlin.
3 The Story of Grandfather
After
the Vikings
Known in Latvia as
Zviedri cum
Sviedri, the Sweats
Sveriges
From
‘Svarīgie’
The
‘importants’
Failed
to subdue
The Ludds*
*Ludd is an old
name for ‘people’. Robin Hood, first most likely known as Robin Ludd, was
someone the English noblēs sought by all
means to eliminate from public memory. Even so it was remembered by the
Luddites https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luddite . English textile workers, when they rose against the
English industrialist class, which (still under the control of the nobility)
was trying to eliminte them by introducing a society dominated by mashines.
Aided by Grimm’s Law regarding consonant pronunciation, the name remains
imbedded in words and names no longer recognized as to their origin; for
example (L=R, J-D): Rude=Lude, possibly
also ‘Jude’, Reddy=Luddy,.etc.
Whether of Russian
Or Balt origin
The survivors
Of Sweddish carnage
whether militart or
scarring
By slash, burn
And then sweep floor
And steam
Brain
Until out of memory
The Ludds
Would not leave
The wood.*
*As the links (above) inform, the Elites of the Swedes were—as their
Gherman cousins—masters at impoverishing the people under their control, then
persuading the needy to help further their conquests to betray their own. The
‘forest Finns’ impoverished by enslavement to the Scandinavians wrought great
damage not only to America, but throughout Eurasia, and the Eastern Baltic. The
culture of agriculture, a culture that benefits mostly the Elites, emerged from
what previously had been a gatherer and gardening culture. Hunting was nowhere
near the proportions today’s academic anthropologists try tell us. It was
limited to need for warm scothing and shoes. Agriculture encouraged the development
of towns and cities., becausr it was easier to trade grain than wood. It increased
hunting to the point it became outright slaughter of wild life, enslaved people
to traders, ‘business’ men, various types of lords, barons, and, ultimately, to
Capitalism. The Swedders made a ‘great contribution’ to the transformation of humankind
into a beast (Godzilla https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B12REtkl2KY ) of city fame. As
terrible as the immediate effects
were, the worst part was the spread of agriculture, an industry that enslaved
the countryside to the city. Ethnic cleansing https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gnadenhutten_massacre , like the masacre of the Gnadenhutten Christian Indians of Ohio who had
been converted to the Christian faith by Moravian missionaries (many of whom came
to America after their repression in Livonia) is directly attributable to the
cynicism of Swedish elites. In 1921, the German arms manufacturer Krupp AG
purchased the Bofors Company of Sweden, which sold arms and munitions to
Hitler’s Germany during WW2 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Krupp
Following the trauma wrought by the Swedes and their
Ghermanic allies, which injury had forced a forest based civilization to occupy
and exploit the forest for all their needs. One may argue that the ‘’forest
Finns’ were a precursors of Stalinism.
In any case, the Balts of Livonia were hard to convince to leave their refuge
of last resort. It took the likes of the Moravians and other Hutterite https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hutterites influenced Christians to persuade them to leave the forest and try to form
their own Johnsland cum Gotland (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gotland note the Moravian ‘coat of arms’). Unfortunately, they soon met with as like genocidal cleansing at the
hands of Lutheran catholic theologians as the Gnadenhutten Indians had in Ohio,
America. Today’s Latvian government not only fails to acknowledge that future
generations of Latvians built on such pietist foundations, and that the
sovereign state of Latvia (founded in 1918 and betrayed by NATO installed post
Soviet provincial Latvian government in 2014), but cynically does all it
can to deny its history altogether. Well, so much for the Professional art of
lying and—with the help of law—sticking with it, re: the profession of
diplomacy.
With most Latvians
Become
Forest brothers
The German barons
Were short on labor
And on the border
Of either expiring
Or poverty.
What to do?
The governess
Or whore of WolmarValmiera
Magdalena von Halert
(A descendant of
The Livonian forest people)
Elevated by
Fortunes of war
To the post
Of Generalin
By her sister in trade
Summoned
The descendants
Of martyred
Ludd Huss
From Herrnhut https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Herrnhut
(Where they
Whiled unemployed
And waiting
For some such
Summons
‘from God’)
To come and
To come and
Herald
The survivors
Of Jerusalemaka
Jersika
Escaped
In the woods
of endlesly
Raped-over
Livonia
Grandfather’s forebears
Were among
The Moravian
Robin Ludds
And Gosts
Who
(By resolving
Not to fear death
And denying
Themselves rank)
Came with
Made of birchbark
And rhubarb stems
to share
In the labors
Of the Latvian Ludds
And revive
Prehistoric Christianity
Denied them
Since the Crusade1209
Against the Cathars
Of Jersika.
The story of
King John Ludd
Riding a donkey c
And coming to
Watch
Himself put to death
Lured
The forest Ludds
Into the open.
Unfortunately,
The Moravians had
No idea that
The Pope had
Knocked out
The teeth of history
And diplomacy was
Holy writ singing
Praise to lies
To wit:
The faked up theology
Of emperor Alexius I
Of emperor Alexius I
Who had authorized
The incineration of Basil
The Bogomil Physician1118
had many followers
all who were sworn
to proclaim
Self-sacrifice to be
Suicide.
The likes of Macron
encouraged
arhitects
To replace the
roof
Of Notre Dame
With a tourist
attraction
An open-air highrise
Swimming pool.
Kings, Princes,
and Lords
Worked hard to
Prove the Peace
Of Westphalia1648
A cynic’s dream.
Needless to say
The forest
Ludds
Did not know
How deep the
conceit
Of those who
claimed
To have
discovered
The poor
To receive
prasies
For being
generous:
The Moravians
Haf forgotten
that
Unless dead of
starvation
The forest
Never knew any such
As poor
Nature never
Apologizes
For its ways:
The hurts of
memory
Are cushioned
By mosscovered
tooves and
Crystals made
of dew
Tinkling at
sunrise.
With no racoons
or skunks
Of urbania and
the city
Sticking their
heads
Into cups of
sour cream
Forcing Aristotle
To discover
‘democracy’
Whence
Like Tarot
which women
never short
forwords
Read to the
Deplorably and
desperately
honest.
The forest
Ludds
Of Livonia
Had never heard
of
the 530 year1118-1648
Struggle of the
Elites
For a sovereign
status
For themselves
Which they
Achieved
In Wetphalia
For themselves
De facto, but
Following theWestphalia
Fiasko
The Elites
Controled
The Ludds
By de jure means alone.
Impressed by
One Gusts* Wendamenc1766-1829
A forebear of
this poet
Born to
Name unknown
*the name ‘Gusts’—though
assumed to derive from Gustav (a Swedish king), is more likely derived from
‘Gost’ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hutterites#/media/File:Hutterite_migrations_in_Europe.png a title for a
Bogomil or Cathar clerics in Bosnia https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gost_Radin ; a name which was—as
so many names of prehistoric Christianity—vandalized and edited by Catholic
monks in an effort to denigrate historical antecedents and impose on future generations
a short changed version of histoty. In effect: ‘Gost’ is not a name lost, but
is now spelled ‘ghost’. The name retains its earlier spiritual maning onlt in
German, where it is spelled ‘Geist’, meaning Spirit.
Passions of the
Ludds
Violently
repressed
Were with great
passion
Reborn.
A new nation
”Gotland”Dievzemihte
Was the goal of
The liberated
Ludds
Of the wood.
But the Romanov
Kings of Russia
Would not have
it.
Caholic and Lutheran
clergy
Supporters of
Nikon
a pro western
monk
Were unleashed
By Tsarina Elizabeth
And a new war of
religions
Began (1743+)
(Russia was not a signatory of the Westphalia Prace Treaty).
The Ludds of Herrnhut
Were denounced
as
Populist rabble
And terorists.
The secular
state
Of the 17th
century
Unloosed acts
of
Religious
violence
Aka ’pogroms’*
*The poet submits that the pogroms were directed not only
against Jews but also the Moravians. In spite of this 1st Holocost,
the Jews survived, but not the Moravians—at least not to any significant extent.
Thr religious violece or war lasted for more rhan a ventuty.
Leaving these
Uninvestigated
A matter of
convenience
To those in
chargeof
De jure powers.
Great-grandfather’s
inn
Was put to fire1860
And grandfather
Born (1860)
Still in swaddling clothes
Watched the blaze
From his craddle
Left in a pile of snow
Just across the road
As his mother
Dshed about
Trying to extract
From the flames
Some blankets.
After
Great-grandfather
Died (1868)
his widow
(called by her
grandchildren
Apu-cihtis)
(Derived from ‘papucihtis, a name endearing father)
Made a living
Blessing
Future harvests
Of the barons
With cow manure
At the end of
a pitchfork
and darned
Grandfather’s
pants
So he would not
go
To school with
Bare knees
showing.
Grandfather
Did not forget
The violence done
His father and mother
And swore
Revenge
By the force
Of God’s lottery.
The Devil liked the odds.
For him the results
Would be worth
A laugh
Especially if it came
At the expense of
Future generations.
Assured of ruin
And embraced
By rejection
The DevilDieveliņš
Had plenty of time
To wait for
His ”Ha, ha’’ moment.
One such
Records grandfather
Telling merrymakers at a pub
”someday I will become
A millionaire.
Though sooner
He sang with them*”:
*(Lyrics
by Imants Ziedonis: ”Šī Dieva zeme.../ Par verga algu es tajā sirgšu,/ Par
indes malku es viņu pirkšu....” Fragmentary translation by the aauthor:)
If Gotland
Will rise...
I will gladly live
Off crumbs
And swallow
A draught of poison
If it buys Her
A day in the sun.
May the Devil go
To perdition.
What evil wit
Put teetotler
Grandfather
Into the pub?
Faust’s Gretchen
and her double?
Intrigue?
No doubt
When she played
First Lady
of Latvia
It was expedient
To claim
To be Grechen and
Not a millionaires.
Afterall
Her object of affection
Was Latvia’s President
Karl Hansel Ulman
Who let the people
He governed die
So he and she
Could live*.
*K. Ulmanis https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/K%C4%81rlis_Ulmanis was the President
of Latvia, when the Soviet Union occupied the country. Ulmanis seized Latvia’s
government reigns in a coup in May of 1934. The coup was surely justified,
because ‘democracy’ has brought social and economic chaos. However, Ulmanis did
not demonstrate that his coup was based on some special conviction about the destiny
of the State of Latvia or her people. Instead, Ulmanis proved himself to have
been an all too naked clerk of a nascent state’s bureaucracy, when he surrendered
to the Soviets, excusing the surrender by claiming Latvia was too small and weak to offer resistance and
engage in an ”unwinnable war”.
Unlike Hitler, who pretended to take responibility for
his reign by committing suicide (real or fake—no one knows for sure), Ulmanis
agreed to Exchange his presidency for an agronomer’s post at a kolkhoz in
Stavropol, Russia. He also abandoned his ‘actress’ concubine, who served as
cover to his homosexuality, and with whom he planned his life in exile in
Switzerland. Ulmanis’s cowardice and forfeiture of responsibility left the
Latvian people with an inferiority complex that has led the current ‘renewed’
state to an illigal https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RVKGSGWTcw4 surrender of
sovereignty to the European Union, the latest incarnation of The Holy Roman
Empire.
Following the occupation
Of Latvia
By the Soviet Union
Hansel und Gretel
Believed they
Could ‘elope’
To Switzerland
Where Gretchen
Had a villa
And could play
Baba Yaga the witch
A second time around.
If grandfather
Ever bragged
A concievable
Occasion
For braggadocio
Could have been
At an inn
where herders
Gathered following
Globalist sermons.
Once out
The church door
The paYahns
Cum ‘pagans’
Went to the nearest inn
Where
To clear their memory
Of lies
They had been forced
To listen to
They drank dry
All barrels of beer.
The ambition
To become
A millionaire
May have been
The result of an
effort
To escape
Becoming raw
meat
To the
Clergy
indoctrinated
State
bureaucracy*.
*The 1905 Revolution in Russia (and what is now Latvia)
had a distinct anti clerical tilt. Latvia was founded in 1918 as a secular
state. Currently this is interpreted as a movement againt religion https://dspace.lu.lv/dspace/bitstream/handle/7/34500/298-56364-Misane_Agita_am09480.pdf?sequence=1&isAllowed=y (see p85 ffl). However, in retrospect the atheistic tilt can be viewed as led by Lutheran
infoctrinated elites. The elitist perspective gained prominence, because the
political leadership argued that secularism (democratic liberalism) would lead
to economic development sooner than religious belief. However, the secular
orientation led neither to economic development or community solidarity when
facing cadres of violent city borne socialists.
Grandfather bet
He could
survive
Another
bankrupcy.
He did not wish
To leave
His
grandchildren
To the mercies
Of the lottery.
It was for the worry
Of this bet
Against the devil
That Intrigue murdered
Grandmother.
Baba Yaga’s
Tarot cards told
Grandfather was to
Become
Gretchen’s ‘Bingo!’
And grandfather would
Raise studs
And hold on
To the illusion
Horses would outlive
Tanks
Even as Intrigue
In 1939
Bought
(In his name)
The Latvian government
an escadrille of biplanes
That same year
Blood stopped flowing
To grandfather’s legs.
The poet
Still holding the hand of
His nanny
Rememvers
Bringing him
A bouquet of
Intrigue
Pretending concern
Sent a biplane
To Helsinki
To bring him pennicillyn.
It was of no
help and
Grandfather died
Leaving
His heirs with
Two bags:
One was empty;
The other full
of lies.
4 The Story of Father*
*With his father sometimes referred to as ”a lamb’s soul”,
father was not going to have any chasing after of the coffins of the past, but
went to St. Petersburg to study enginering. No one knows how he or who financed
it. Maybe it was by means of choosing a military career. The beginning of WW1
finds him enrolled at St. Petersburg’s artillery school. After coming to
America, the poet, too, took a similar path by joining the USMC during the
Korean War times.
With the old days of leading one’s own band of thieves
long gone, one of the few ways for a poor man to advance fimself was to join
the military services and by excelling as a commander advace ones career.
Anorher such 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 agaist General Washington during the American
Revolutionary war. As such careers are subject to, he was motrally (1776)
wounded the battle and died.
Following the 1917 Revolution,, father was commandeered
by General Denikin, the commander of the White Army to the Ukraine front, where
he was put in charge of railroads. Apparently father was not a happy volunteer
and managed to resign, and was then made manager of the Nadejadinskia coal mine.
That is where he was at the end of the war. Because Latvia had declared
independece from Russia, he was able to return to Riga, where he began working
for the daily newspaper Jaunākās Ziņas Latest News (JZ) of which his
father was a founder and editor in chief.
Because the origin
of the newspaper apparently involved some chicanery wherewith involving
juridicial risk, it was always kept secret.The ‘secret’ was kept a secret with
the connivance of vatious individuals in high places. Before JZ was liquidated by the Soviets (1940),
its founder was always presumed to have been grandfather, while subsequently the
kudos were transferred to his patamour Intrigue Galore. While the ‘juridicial
risk’ was escaped during the days of grandfather, it increasingly came to the
fore again as his days began to wane, and various members of the family began
to contest over the fortune the newspaper had accrued, and could be gained only
by bringing the ‘secret’ to public light, which would likely end in the
newspaper’s demise.
By 1932 father took over his father’s position and became
the newspaper’s de facto
editor-in-chief, and brought the newsper not only international reknown (icidentally,
making himself unpopular by a militari style management), for which achievement
he was prompted to the position of editor-in-chief de jure. With circulation of the newspaper reaching 200,000 and
with each copy (according to statistics) read by up to six people, the
newspaper outdid even the London press. After grandfather died, Intrigue
exercised her power as Publisher and had father fired from his position.
Nevertheless, he was soon reintated as no one else could fill his shoes and the
newspaper was about to financial losses.
It was at this time that Intrigue resorted to some ekstra ordinary actions-such
as murder and getting involved in politics.
When Soviets occupied Latvia, the newspaper was seized by
the Communist Party, and father lost his job, house and apartment, which is why
he took everyone to the farm of his aunt Emma, his mother’s younget sister. Thereafter,
he was forced by Soviet authorities to return to Riga, where he was arested and
subjected to interrogation by the Jewish Bolshevik** controlled Cheka, which had him deported. As for the reasons why
Latvians and Russians were terrorized by Jewish Bolsheviks**, see
Solzhenitsyn’s suppressed book ”Two
Hundred Years Together” https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Two_Hundred_Years_Together
.
**From the poet’s perspective,
the Jewish Bolshevik was as likely a descendant of the Jan Huss religious
movement in Bohemia https://www.britannica.com/biography/Jan-Hus as the Latvian
Herrnhuters. For political reasons most historians neglect the likelyhood that
much of the socialist and communist movements in the 20th century arose
due to the repressions of Civil cum Peasant societies that followed the Westphalia Peace
Treaty of 1648. The treaty’s major beneficiaries, the Catholic (its secularly
tilted theology and fake scriptures were never challenged by Luther) and
Lutheran churches hastened to repress the numerous smaller popular factions which
had provided the fuel for the Religious Wars. Indeed the ‘Religious Wars’ were part
of an ever recurring ‘permanent’ Revolution from ‘below’ against the elites who
had ensconced themselves as s superior class. Westphalia ‘Peace’ put a
temporary end to an ongoing uprising of archChristians against urbanist
Catholic cum Globalist seizure of society. The faked Peace was shattered when a
yet relatively ‘wild’ Eastern Europe and Asia refused to conform to the dictats
of urbanist led ‘age of Enlightenment’ https://www.newworldencyclopedia.org/entry/Age_of_Enlightenment and in the 20th
century challenged urbanism in the uncompromising ill-fated ‘Communist’
Revolutions.
To repeat, the poet’s position with regard to European
history: European history begins with fake ‘historical’ books ever since Europe
was invaded (4-6th centuries, during so-called ‘dark ages’) by nomadic herders
called Huns, aka Gans or Yohns/ Johns, who were led by one John The king
(Gengis Khan). In the course of the invasion, the leadership of the horde of
herders passed to the Goths https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Huns , who in the guise of Ghermanic people went on to occupy most of Western
Europe. If historians were not so timid and orthodox in their mental orientation,
we would have realized long ago that the desertification of Central-Asia began
with sheep overgrazing the Central Asian
steppe. The overgrazing continues in Western Europe perpetrated by 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 or about 1729— after the Great Northern War https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Northern_War, began in 1743 after Tsarina Elizabeth forbade the members of the movement
to meet, and were thusly forced to go underground, in what the movement called the
‘Silent March’. One of the hopes of the Herrnhuters was to establish for
themselves a territory they could and would call ”Gotland/ God’sland Dievzemīte”
However, the Herrnhuters were quickly repressed and thereafter eliminated by
the German and-Swedish and compliant Latvian led Lutheran Church. In Latvia the
Herrnhuter movement splintered with some members taking an interest in Judaism
and the Kabbalah https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kabbalah ; while others joined the Russian Orthodox Church; and yet others become communists.
Their memory of the Herrhuter movement continues to be challenged and denied
even in the 21st cenatury. Anecdote: When
the poet attended (2018) a lecture at the Valmiera Public Library (advertised
as a lecture on the history of the Herrnhuters in Valmiera) and asked the
lecturer, a Lutheran minister, why the Valmiera Lutheran Lutheran church was
standing, but of Deacon HillDeakonāts –once the center of Herrnhuter
activity—except for the name, nothing remain, the minister abruptly turned his
back to the questioner and left. I was surprised to say the least.
In the case of the poet’s forebears, greatgrandfather’s inn
was (deliberately) destroyed by fire in 1860 by forcing him to accept a stoty
that clained thagt nit was burned down bt his mother, becausr she was pouring
canle wax over a hot stove.
With opportunity to develop their own movement in Latvia
denied them and Catholic Christian theology incapable of improving the human lote
cept by pronoting the so-called ‘upper class’, grandfather became a teacher,
tried his hand as a shopowner, then became a newspaper editor in Riga. The
repression of the Herrnhuters in Latvia resulted in a welfare or entitlement
oriented parlimentarian democratic State—the kind that Socrates https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fLJBzhcSWTk and Aristotle warned against. The current state,
reestablished after the fall of the Soviet Union, has lacked the will to be
sovereign. As a result it is but a ‘third world’ province of the European Union
(EU), which—not surprisingly—treats itself no better than a name on the map.
Father’s
Older brother
(By eight years)
The first born1884
KarlKahrlis
Died in 1910
Of syphillis
(According to
Family hints and hushes)
He contracted
As a student?
Or military man?
In St. Petersburg.
The ‘sin’
Let Karl be forgot
His grave site
Until this day
Remains hid.
Yet Kahrlis
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
A relay
junction
For new ideas
About how to
get more
For nothing
And the notion
(Imported from
America)
That news
Might be
published
For next to
nothing
If advertising
(About where to
buy
The best boots in
town)
Fills the newspaper
Instead.
Grandfather
Having failed
As a playwright
In another
attempt
To escape
The Catholic
and
Globalist noose
Believed the
idea
Was worth a try
Intrigue took
charge
And became
a pimp for ads.
The whore atracted
Many
Grandfather, a teacher
Compelled by circumstance
To skate the knife’s edge
Stuck
To his populist notions*
*Theproblem
with taking a pro-populist position, though uneniably a’Christian’ thing to do
was that grandfather identified it with the people of the country side, but
failed to note that by his time populism has become mostly a matter under the
control of countryside people who had moved to (and therefore identified with)
the city. Though populism of the country side had been the ruling political
tilt for many thousands of years, once its space of operations became the city,
its nature changed redically. For one, while every child of the countryside
knew that if you wanted to eat wild strawberries you had to go to thewood or field and pick your own, a
city-zen could get them only if he-she had money. Unfortunately, money could be
got only (if as in the case of Spain) one
invaded yhe realm of the Incas, killed the Inca people, and melted down the
garden of gold of their sacred http://www.ancientpages.com/2018/04/23/coricancha-stunning-golden-garden-and-lost-treasures-of-the-inca/ God-King,
symbolized by the Sun, and shipped the gold to Spain. In short, whereas
populism of the countryside was based on self-reliance, the populism of the
city is based on theft. Grandfather’s misfortune was that he did not understand
what difference this made, and how it would effect his life when he abandoned the
countryside of Madliena anf moved to Riga.
Even so betrayed
(fell on the
edge)
Himself, when
Trustingly and
naively
He shared the idea
With his
paramour
A failed
actress
Turned
A walking selfie
—Who
(It happened)
Was married to
an actor
Who had no
future
And (to make
ends meet)
Was procuring ads
For Riga’s
Mostly Gherman
Business owners.
Said
grandfather:
Mein Schatz
My treasure
Let us starts
A newspaper.
You procure the
ads
I will edit the
news
And preach
Against the use
Of alcohol.
By making
Shopowners
wealthy
We too may
Become wealthy.
I will raise
the flag
Over Gotland
You sponsor
plays
Where you
And your sisters
are
The leading
actresses.
Rainis, the
socialist poet
Who wants to become
Latvia’s
president
And Aspahzija
The poetess
Who remains a
virgin
Even as Rainis’s
bedmate
Will legitimize
us
By confirming
us
Their
antagonists*.
*The antagonism between grandfather and Rainis is never
mentioned in Latvia, though the Index of Rainis Collected Works (25 volumes)
give unmistakeble evidence that the relationship was, to say the least, a
difficult one. This poet rediscovered this relationship only after a countryside
village library threw out its collection of Rainis’s Collected Works, and a
copy found its way to the hopper of a countryside john.
Intrigue
Seeing
Her opportunity
To divorce her
Actor husband
Answered:
I will do it, dear
I will pet
Your Moravian
Rooster
If you trust me
To be publisher
Until
you pay off
Your creditors.
Grandfather
Cockolded by
A cityborn
twirk
Was ready to
stage
A drama
That would last
For generations
And hear
The Devil
Clap one hand
In God’s face
Until God
awakened
To the dare
He had boastfully
made.
Desperate
To join an
‘Enlightened’ age
Which was
Inverting
And turning
Up side down
All things born
of
Mother Nature
Let trees erupt
As Gothic buildings
And cities
Stretching
their
Creative
3600
fingers
all over
in surprising ways.
Grandfather,
Apparently
asleep
Let the actress
Do his shtick
A full century
Before ‘Lolita
Express’
Made Heaven in the
skies
Real
The rest is history:
He and his’n
Got fucked
Not only by a Soviet
Kiska v Izobilii Pussy
Galore
Made up
As the First Lady
Of Latvia
To get away with it
(no questions asked)
All Intrigue
Had to do
Was kill
Her second husband’s
First wife who
having
A keyhole to
Ongoings in the city
Knew too much and
Had not sworn
To keep secrets secret.
The gigolo prezident
Of Latvia
For political reasons
Would keep his silence
And so would time
What with it being
What with it being
Too complicated
To unravel it
For an investigation
My father
As editor in
chief
And resposible
For the public
Word
That held
Latvians together
As a community
Was in no
position
To tell
What he knew
All he could do
Was hope
He would live
Long enough
To write a book
About how life
Came to be staged
As a cocamemie scene
Of Wagnerian
proportions.
My other
grandmother
(Mother’s mother)
Could not
forget
Her role in the
sharade
And forty years
after
Everyone was
dead
Wrote
A guilt filled
confession
That tried to
cover up
The sale
By her husband
Of their spoiled
daughter
To grandfather.
Wrote the knaz’s
Granddaughter:
”How I prayed for you,
Manya
When you
Were married
To John.”
To keep
Her innocense
Eternal
Mother kept
silence.
My younger
brother
By our uncommon
father
A Doctor of
Psychology
Though aware of
The existential
threat
Facing the family
Refused to reveal
His
indifference
But held on
To his conceits
hid
Behind the
facade
Of a degree
In psychology.
Except for
A poetic
license
That is where
the story
Was meant to
end.
*When truth becomes a lie, history is inverted. Nowhere
is this more true than the poet’s country of birth, Latvia. Even in 2019 few
Latvians know that the origin of their country is to be sought in the pietist
movement brought to Livonia from Bohemia and Moravia after the great Northern
War fought between Sweden and Russia at the beginning of the 18th century, or
that their countrymen and women played a significant role in the 1905 and 1917
Russian Revolutions. Instead the postSoviet government of ‘renewed’ and NATO
propped, but no longer ‘sovereign’ Latvia is explained as a more or less
liberal movement arising from a Russian and German educated atheist Lutheran oriented
student elite. This has created an uptight and constipated Blue police state elite-led
‘culture’ that is as secretive in post-Soviet Latvia as it was in times of the Soviet
Union.
Though the evidence for the poet’s allegations of the
murder of his paternal grandparents are circumstantial, the circumstances are telling. Some significant dates and
circumstances:
1. The infamous Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact was signed on the 23rd of August,
1939.
2. It is not generally known that the Latvian ruling elite had foreknowlege of
the coming occuption. For one, the poet remembers, his father and maternal grandfather
(formerly ambassador to the Soviet Union) walking in the family garden
following his sixth birthday (26 July, 1939) party, and discussing
the coming German attack on Poland (1 September, 1939) and near certain Soviet
occupation of the Baltic states.
3. Among friends of Intrigue’s greater family was Ribbentrop, Hitler’s Foreign
minister, members of whose family remain friend to this day (see Sestdiena,
16-22 March, 2018 https://www.diena.lv/raksts/sestdiena/tema/nams-ar-vesturi-14193427 ) with Intrigue’s
heirs. Ribentrop allegedly arranged an interview for Intrigue with Himmler, who
is said to have denied her the right to emigrate to Germany as a Baltic German.
The reasons for the denial remain unclear, as Intrigue was known to be
sympthetic to the German cause and had supported the cause in 1919, when
Bermont-Avalov’s led ‘Special Russian Corps’ of mostly Gherman volunteer soldiers
occupied Riga https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/West_Russian_Volunteer_Army. One suspects that the Gherman spy
network was all too well informed about the shadow side of Latvias’s
government.
4. In 1939 Intrigue was known as the First Lady of Latvia, an unofficial assumption
tolerated (likely deliberately encouraged) by Latvia’s dictator President K.
Ulmanis. This is reason enough to suspect
that my grandparents murders were for reasons of State convenience, and was
(and yet remains) a closely guarded State secret that justifdies the spreading
of lie through the sponsorship by the State culture Fund of fake family history
https://www.apollo.lv/4761630/mila-benjamina-kada-vina-bija
5. Grandmother died on the 17th of October,1939, a few days more
than three months after the death of grandfather (her first and only husband). Her
death occurs at time when her daughters, both with close ties to the Latvian
government, are planning to bring a civil suit (for unfair distribution of
family inheritance) againt Intrigue.
6. Grandmother’s participation as a court witness would unquestionably have
revealed many family (and other—state) secrets.
5 An Augenblink
Consciousness is
But a shadowy dream
Encapsuled by memory
And vanity.
Even the poet Goethe
Forgot that
Life (awarenessas
feeling)
Preceeds
Self-consciousness
Wrote Goethe
(Imagining
Himself son of
Job or Faust
And,thus
A potential beneficiary
Of Divine intercession):
“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.)
The
unbearable
Angst
and burden
Of
Lassie
Chasing
after her charges
Transported
to
The
slaughter house
Back
home
The
sheep farmer
Received
for his sheep
No
more
Than
to buy
9
bottles of vodka
Not
enough to pay off
His
debt
Which
is why
He
turned
Into
an alcoholic
Whose
funeral
The
village’s ‘lacquered fist’
Aka
kulak
Did
not see fit to honor
For
having a daughter
To
marry off to
A
‘very rich man’
Goethe
knew
Death
Was
embraced by
The
trumpet’s
Condescendinly
Sentimental
blare
Of
taps
That
reached
God’s
ear
As
the Devil’s
One
hand clap
In
the face.
Is
this why
Wolfgang*
led
His
German sheep
Out
of God’s sight?
*Wolfgang
is a German name that Grimm’s Law translates as ‘herder of wolves’, though
originally the name probably meant ‘guardian of the herd from wolves’, i.e.
‘shepherd’. Goethe was baptizef ‘Johann Wolfgang’. ‘Johann’ is a variation of
the word ‘gang’, which comes from names such as gans, jang, yan, jean, john, Huan,
ivan, etc., all cognates that recall the honor once given to herders. Be that
as it may, it is this poet’s guess that Goethe’s subjectively identified
himself more with the occupation of his ancestors than German intelligentsia of
the 18th or 19th csentury.
I love my cat
For the
Augenblicks
He cherishes
When he collapses
Next to me on
the bed
And in praise
of life
Minces his
nails
Into my chest
I cry ”Ouch!”
And unconscious
of
the meaning of
Rumyancov’s
gesture
push him to the
floor.
Not surprisingly
In an Age
Where conceited
Human lemings
Thirsting
immortal waters
Conceitedly seek
death
En masse
History is
become
an Augenblick
by virtue of
being
Set in white
plaster
by historians
Making-believe
Themselves
masons
Of
fortifications
For a
civilization
Founded on
Foreshortened lives
Foreshortened lives
That shield
Cities and
states
From
consciousness
About the
superiority
Of Life
And lip
Birthday songs
Sans remembtance
Of the fate
Of one’s forebears.
Ours is a time
That renames
Herders
as tanners
And drives
Gatherers of
Animal hair and wool
Off rosebush stalks
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
No one knows
To what end
They they believe
Themselves
Conscious
And know nada
About the anatomy of
The pyche
Or why
Their children
Pretend
With narry a
doubt
That God is
naught
And was created
By some
suicidal poet
Desperate for
An audience.
Last night
After more
Than fifty years
I again met Silvie
Who I was engaged
To once marry.
My dream found her
On a street in Boston
Pushing
A baby carriage
I asked her:
Is that you, Silvie?
She turned to me
Met my eye
And abruptly
Turned away
Taken aback
I said:
”I am sorry,
Take care”
And continued my way
Up Beacon Street
To where it ends
I know not.
Thereafter
Thirty years
Came to make
Their round
And became
Nearly forgot
Before another 30
Came for their turn.
By some grace
The face of
The babe
Of Anne’s miscarriage
I saw not.
Such
Moments of
Remembrance
When
A foreshortened life
Life skids out
From under one
Becomes
The eternalest
Of curses.
Ai,
As is the habit
of dreams
It awakened me
To another day:
Had I but lived
In the countryside
And been a cobbler
Of horses’ hooves
And Silvie a maid
In my aunt’s kitchen,
We would have remained
All over her each other
Till our
Kingdom in bed
Was aswirl
And the
Honey and cream
Of amother’s breast
Of amother’s breast
Fed courage
To another generation
Of innocents.
6 With Wishing Wand in Hand
Our Blue Civilization
Is a game of
‘Christian’* and
Military industrial complex
Consciousness led
Gang rape
*The reader ought keep in mind that the poet believes
that the so-called ‘religious war’ did not end with the faked up 1648
‘Westphalia Peace Treaty’, but due to earlier and hence repressed history is fought
to this day. The chief supporters of faked up Christianity are the so-called American
‘fundamentalists’, who have seared afake ‘Christian’ history in their brain
cells by cultivating fakeness through a literalist mindset. This mindset is
being called ”Holy writ”—which works like rust on a once upon a time good idea.Therefore,
contrary to thr beliefs of its clergy, Fundamentālist Christianity supports the
faked up humānist traditions of our city borne cultural environment.
Introduced by
The policed minds of
Hausfraus with sons like
City-zen Clints
Of Eastwood
Playing Gods
Teaching
Boys in Charlestown
By the Charles cry:
”Bang! Bang!
Make my day!”.
An heir
of
The holy hooligans
Mindless refugees
From
Panic contorted lands
Stole my trust
And turned me
A sovereign
For life
At age eleven
In a toilet
Of the Gdansk
Maritime University
Sheltering a remainder of
Peasants and
Their city-fied offspring
Fleeing
The Fashist cum Bolshevik
Ecumenic
Bloodbaths
On the Ostfront*
*Chrtistian ecunemism, delayed for nearly 300 years
(since the Westphalian Peace Treaty of 1648), transformed into a city led communist
horde, vented its rage against the human instinct to live as a community, via a
war in which mostly the civilian populations suffered and died, even as almost no
one escped mental trauma. Still, the war ended prematurely, without ecumenism (led
by the Soviet Union) gaining a clear victory which it believed was its due. Since
the West, due to its stronger economy was able to put forward the notion that
the winner of WW2 was the West and capitalist America, the issue lay dormant
until the economic capitulation and fall of the Soviet Union and emergence of
the European Union (EU) as the European model of factory (ecumenical) capitalism.
Interestingly, this happened largely because 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, it, too, had been forced by the Soviets to
accept the notion that Common Man was due his part in the bounty. This common
man’s surplus was largely expended on the promotion of democracy and ‘free
speech’, which—at a later time—was able to exploit computer technology to its
benefit. Alas! Once the technology became developed, it revealed just how
profoundly the human psyche had been changed by the cityfied nature of
capitalism and communism: 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’ unicorn lost both irs horn
and its head.
Ecumism used to be
Celebrated as
A momenti in time
As
A mass
A meal
A last supper
At a common table
Joining past to present
But transformed
Through violence to
Become like a table
Haphazardy
Spread with tarot cards
Telling
A thousand uncertain egos
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 of
A chalice of salt
water
14 cups of wine
(Judas was
there, too)
A loaf of
garlic bread
And Madaline’s
Breast of milk
For John’s
successor
A last supper
A lasting image
Of which
For the poet
Remains
The sight of
Intestines
hanging from
Dead horses
Drawn by cranes
From Sanka’s
deepest holds
To be dropped
Over the ship’s
side
Into jellyfish
crowded
Gulf of Gdansk
To float
Until punctured
By bullets
And fill with
Water
Water
And sink carcass
Out of sight
In sight of
Long ago
Amber mines
Of Old Prussian kings
The kihvi of
crippled God-Kings of
Herder (pa-gan)
Tribes**
Of the Old Balts
*Krihvi—by the rules of Grimm’s Law ‘krihvi’ comes to
spell ‘klibie’, which means ‘clubfoots’ (in Latvian), who were ancient Man-Gods
of the Balts. We may remember that Oedipus, the well-known King of Sophocles
play ”Oedipus the King”, was a clubfoot; 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 wife, his mother, and his disciples as a man with
a limp.. Why with a limp? Because a limp was the sign by which a man was
identified as a self-sacrifice to the Great Spiri. It was the result of of the
future Gof-King being secured to his cradle with a chain hat went through the
newborn’s heel tendons and was secured to a ‘rib’ on the side of the crib. The
limp also identified the Man-king as merelt a man. whereafter he was
acknowledged to have became God. The sacrificial ritual has ancient roots, and
is exhaustively described by James Frazer in his book ‘The Golden Bough’.
Indeed, the word ‘golden’ in the bough 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 Western civilization are:
1. Saint John the Baptist,
2. Jesus,
4. Kings John (13th cen,) of England and Louis
XVI (18th cen.) of France.
Though human sacrifice had long ceased by the time of the
last three mentioned, the myth about the Divinity of kings remained alive among
the common people, who confirmed this by dipping their scarves or handkerchiefs
in the blood of the king, who was ordered to be
guillotined by Robespierre https://www.france24.com/en/20121231-rag-dipped-blood-guillotined-french-king-genuine-louis-xvi-dna-history .
Of voursr, 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 shores
Of now
Putrid
Become
Baltic sea
The first Krihv
Who tried to save
His tribe
From the flood
Of corpse sucking
Jellyfish
Removing the skin off
Decaying sacrifice
Of esperate Old Prussians
Trying to save
Their kinsmen and women
from
The Gherman beast
Came with
First fuckrights
For some Junker
(sing: ”Alle Menschen
Werden Brueder”
Over every Old Prussian’s bride
Gaining the West
‘Lebens Raum’
By claiming the bride’s
Firstborn his own
Allimony paid
By adding a bit of
Old Prussian land
To the juncker’s
Estate.
Was a Balt
Later held
mistakenly
To be a Greek
Later still
German sailors
Who
Sporting automatic rifles
Strafed the ribs and bellies
Of dead horses
with bullet thuds
That opened holes
In puffed out
Bellies.
In Weimar
I entered the milk shop
With raised arm
Heiling Hitler
And watched
The city’s
Theatre burn
Flames bursting
Through
Its arched windows
While
A man
From a Buchenwald
Clearing rubble
Fell before me
On his knees
And begged for
A bread bun
He had spotted
In my shopping basket
Indoctrinated by
Our hosts
I refused him.
Mother
Made love
To a Luftwaffe Officer
From Muenchen
Come to visit
His parents
Who carried
The sign of the wheel
Of the counterclock Sun
Yet took no offense
At our Jewish sounding
surname
Nor asked
Whether I was circumcized.
I already knew
How to make a drill
Of my hand
And piss
Into a pile of sand
In the attick
(Put there
To douse the flames
In case
A phosphorus bomb
Fell through the roof).
Hans, the pilot
Accompanied us
The night
The bombs fell
As we watched
Dresden burn
Behind a rose
red horizon
Hans
Sitting next to
me
Pleasured
Mother’s
crotch.
All that remembrance
Was sodered into me
By angst
Where it sits
As a clump
Of rusted iron
Nails
And reminds me
That
Was du ererbt (hast)
Wolst du besitzen
Far
into
The
future
And like rust
Beyond removing
Makes recall
The scream of sparrows
I killed
When (age nine)
I offered them seeds
Next to
The rose bush
On the trigger
Of a rat trap.
No one stopped
me.
Rather,
prepared me
For a life time
Of like
attrocieties.
Father,
Dead of
A bullet,
Presented me
on my 6th
birthday
A toy rifle
Which he raised
To his shoulder
To show me
How to use.
I know not why
As if
By some foresight
I cried out ”No!”
But forgave him
When I screamed
A tantrum of prayers
(When sure
Everyone
Was at the other end
Of the house)
I bounced
On the bed
Begging God
To stay him
Among the living.
There were days
I fucked mother
With
No lesser
Tandrums
Then watched
Her face
Twist
Stupefied
Ignorant
For what reason
She had been
Fucked by her
Lack loved
Son
Who ran to
Her side
After she
fainted
And tried
revive her
By offering her
Sugared water
To cover up
His sin.
The benefit was
I had no father
Who took me
To the whore house
Where orphaned girls
faking love
For one and all
Cried ”Fuck me!
Fuck me hard!”
Then asked her client:
”Will you marry me?”.
War was
The horse
Between my legs
Turned to a starling
Screaming
Between the cat’s paws
”Spare me!
I have nestlings”
In the nest.
God did not come
(as you may think)
To the rescue
But continued
To die
Over and over again.
”There is no other way
You can be taught...”
The King said,
”...Not to fear death or
Learn about
Human indiference
To cruelty”.
Cindy said
I was
A macho male.
Silvie said
I had
A beautiful soul
Divine Rusalka
Sings yet
It leaves me
Wondering, why
The needfire...
For love
Of abandoned cats
In post-Soviet Latvia
With their step-families
Gone off
To England
To pluck feathers
Off dead chicken bodies
In chicken factories
Where only Muslims
Cut the throats of
Christian raised
Chickens
Seek me out.
Is it because
I say a prayer
For us?
The she-cat
Perhaps
Seeking
A last minute
Hope in
A life gone wrong
Found
In my shed
A shredded
Cardboard box
With a torn towel
To lie on and
To die on
And for
Some reason
Made me feel
Like a host
Worthy of a citation
For hospitality.
7 Loop de Loop
The train came
And took
Us
A few hundred
A few days before
The Bolsheviks
And brought us
By way of numerous
Railway stadions
Turned ammo dumps
A military camp
(To this day)
In a wood
Threwn all about
With two feet long
Phosphorus bombs
Vilseck was
Jerusalem
For the unwanted
Who
After being
Deloused
Hastened to
Try save their heirs
From being unschooled
From being unschooled
Wherefore
Had the poet
Age 12
Finish 5th grade
In 3 months
Remembering which
Marathon
74 years later
Brings to mind
The ama zing will
The deplorables show
For survival
Indeed,
It was spontaneous
Pareidolia*
*Pareidolia is a form of mental activity (sometimes it
said to be a ‘fake religion’—seeing and hearing things https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YUy7pwp9Qmo ) that in our age
of ‘science’ and murderous razor-edged vision is denied legitimacy. Pareidolia
is used by smart ass ‘losers’ to escape a head on attack by making a side step
and letting the killer crash and eat dirt https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BgPinqi2jwU
That spelled
‘Kasern’ as
‘castle’
‘castrum’
‘al quasr
And have
A refugee choir sing
J-e-r-u-s-a-l-e-m:
“And is the Lamb of
God,
Ever
On
our pasture seen?”
While official slander
Twists and makes
Yarosalem be of ‘pagans’
A congregation of lambs
And causes the English
Forget
That ‘yarn’
Is of a lamb
And King John The Baptist
Of Ludds
From Luddon
Was replaced with
A boy king
And only the poet
William Blake dares mention
That England, too
Had a Jerusalem
Where on a mattres
Of a straw threwn floor
Lambs
And luddies
from Nottingham
Turned out of barn and home
By merviless missionaries
Found a respite
From the peril of lords.
Then by way of
Anberg, Bamberg
To a room
At 12 Beutauklingen Strasse
In Esslingen am Neckar
Whence on to New York
And Boston
Where a couple
Keeping a house
Full or orphans
Gave me room and board
In return for
A helping hand
Where
In the afternoons
While the orphans slept
Ol’ Smittie and I
Played
Chess
Whereafter
If I won the game
If I won the game
Smittie was succored
(To the chagrin
Of Delores)
by Nellie
In the attick bedroom.
Had Nellie
Hasnthe courage
To lay me
Perhaps I would
have
Stayed on
But it was
Not to be
Instead
Valvala
From next door
Listened to me
Play the
harmonica
And spoke
The nicest
words
I ever heard:
”I am ready
For you, Robin!
I am ready!”
I did not ger
To take her either.
The world
Continued to turn
Upside down.
News came
Who knows
By what whisper
Intrigue
had died1941.09.23
Of diarrhea and
Stomach cramps
At the Solimska saltmines
A Soviet gulag
In my mother’s
Mother’s arms
To celebrate
her birthday1881.09.10*
*Salmonella poisoning takes more than a week before one
dies of it.
She had bought
A can of sprats
Next
I found myself
In Inchon
—Three days
After the armistice
Of a United Nations
War—
I was among
fucked-up men
like myself
Serving humankind
Born of asphalt
And
Like all
Stared bewildered
At bare breasted
Korean peasant women
Walk ten paces behind
Their husbands
Who flicked the vipers
Come sun
On the dirt road
Back into the
Rice paddy.
Still, I read the
Standard issue Testament
And when
In our tent
Destitute daughters o
Destitute peasants
Went from
cot to cot
Selling the troops
Their pussies of
Not so fresh meat
Twirking
Between their legs
I turned
to my other side
Wherefore
My brothers-in-arms
Soon called me
”Stuck-up”
(On himself).
Helped by a
sock
In the darkness
of
My sleeping bag
I did my best
To remain
sovereign.
Months later on ‘rest
And recuperation’
In a Japanese
Whorehouse
In Kobe
Maya
asked me
”Will you marry me?”
I blunted ”No”
Then embraced her
We both wept.
Maya took me
To the shrine
For fucked-up children
Sitting
Dressed up
As pretty dolls
On the temple’s shelves.
I fully understood
Maya’s despair
Only decades
later
(when by way of
many
Loop de loops)
I was back in
Latviain the 1990s
And asked
A fiftyish
hitchhiker
What she
thought of
The country
regaining
Its
independence,
She looked at
me
Touched my hand
(not my thigh)
And replied:
”I am almost
ready
To become
A whore.”
No Latvian
churchman
Knew to teļl
The story of
St. Agnes
The raped Roman
lamb
But ler
The deplorables
of
A renewed country
watch her
Reincarnations
Dragged along
The highways
And byways of
God’sland
And prove that
In Latvia
All Moravians
Were long dead
By hands of
A murderous
Germans and
A consenting
Latvian
Lutheran church
Done serving
In Korea
I told a sargeant
Pulling rank
”Go fuck yourself!”
And was sent
To dig a hole
To be filled
With shit
By my replacement.
I returned to Boston
Where
For reasons unknown
Boston University
Refused my application
To study theology.
Perhaps
The doormen
Of the department
Knew
I was capable
Of telling them
To go fuck as well.
Wherefore
I took to English
And signed up
For a poetry seminar
Given by Robert Lowell
Who had written
Prize winning
”Lord Weary’s Castle”.
Though I had
heard of
Herzog Bluebeard
I had never heard of
Skunk Hour
Or ‘confessional’ poetry.
Yet by some fury
Pilloried
a poem:
”...Bloodpost
Will become
Life again”.
Thereafter
I could no more
Make sense
Of words.
My incoherance
Seemed beyond cure.
I was too young
To be a poet
Of my time.
Life demanded
I live it and
Rethink it
Before I dare
Paraidol it.
So, here I am
At age eighty-six
As the Greek vase
pictures it:
Jason
Spit from
The serpent’s gut
Like a fish
Parboiled
Raped
outraged
In the steams
of Cities
gone mad.
8 In Remembrance of Misha
As T. S. Eliott wrote”:
“..., do not ask,
'What is it?'
Let us go
and make our visit”
Then
We will see
If
denial
And inversion is
The haze that
Drifts through
The Kremlin’s
Dining rooms
The White House
Oval office
And other
Heavenly places
After the arrest
Of minds of men
In Superman suits
Takesplace.
Truth is
No one knew
Until Nadezhda
Had enough
Cried Alleluia!
Committed suicide
And proved St.alin
But a shaggy dog
sniffing his way
Across an alcohol
befogged
Moscva bridge
Early one morning
Hunting the last
Sovereign ghost
Of some escaped kulak
Or his wife
To have them come and
Wash with vodka
The blood splattered
Leather kilts
Of the butchers
Slaving away
In the cellars
Of the Lyu-b-yanka
Raising the Tsar or
The Soviets
Their empire*
*The horrendous Truth of the matter is that like Tsar
Peter, St.alin understood that to successfully resist the
bloodsuckers come from the West, one had to square their methods,
industrialize, and risk one’s self becoming
like a vulture https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tuYQSnbd8Us pulling food from the intestines of the dead never to be
redeemed by the clock returning things to as they were. What is the future of
piggish Moscow?
Though a Soviet
Need never have
More kolkhozniks
Than fifty finks
And a choir is
Big enough
with six voices
So much
For steel
Tempered in
City waters:
We think,
Write,
And temper
The laws we
want
The way we want
The country
Be damned...
Let the bitch
Lie naked
Under the
dining table
With her skirt
drawn
And wait for a
stakhanovich
To draw aside
The table cloth
and
Come down on
her
On all fours
And give her
A fuck.
After Nadezhda’s
suicide
St.alin
was reborn
As a living dead
man
Who heard
her ghost liken
her suicide
To the murder
Of their children
Left to himself
St.alin
Went on
To become a
portrait
Of a Man-God*
Free to kill anyone
Who found
himself
In the line of
sight of
Whereever its
gaze fell
And awakened
Memories
*When Nadezhda killed herself, she did for Stalin what
he, because of his indoctrination in Orthodox and Catholic globalist theology
(that religion is a tool of the State) did not dare or have the courage to do for
himself. Because she had been Stalin’s intimate, Nadezhda intuited that the Man-God
orientation of orthodox Christian theology had reached its nadir in St.alin,
and decided to return Divinity to the Great Spirit by committing suicide and
turning into a Goddess. Needless to say, Nadezhda proved St.alin’s
subjective self to be cowardly. On the other hand, once he was emptied of
Nadezhda’s presence (1932), St.alin’s subjective self (freed from
having to kill Nadezhda) felt free to become God of Terror as only the Book of
Revelation forecast it https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p5eP_HoNUx8 (Click 35:00)
With God dead, and the search for His successor a failure,
city dwellers began to identify with what came to be called ‘naked humanity’.
Unfortunately, this movement was preoccupied with and limited itself to City borne
Nature https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWCe_b_8ZlM and became identified with featherless chickens https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8qJK5K_fcfE . Because City
dwellers fail to recognie themselves as radically different new species, Nadezhda’s
self-sacrifice means nothing to them, and a thousant mutants of St.alin
seek believe themselves to be geniuses for wamting to emigrante to Mars instead.
Though the movement received suppor from the main stream media, even a total
deforestation of planet Earth could not pay for it, and Earth became even more uninhabitable
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BB5U8Goa_iY (note how the profesor of truth believes that more air
conditioning will solve all problems) than in the day of holodomor https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C_F1kYQlcS . Interestingy the subjective mind of the human collective believed that it
credible that the problems on Earth were caused by Martians as early ass 1938 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xs0K4ApWl4g . With most of Humankind living in cities, it is no
surprise that cityfolk found it relatively easy to identify with overheated featherless
chickens running short on chickenfeed. Countryfolk, too, influenced by radio
were subject to increaing anxieties. Tshus, with expectations of Doom becoming
inevitable, many turned to the Bible, expected Armageddon https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iq6q2BrTino , and the return of God as Savior.
**While the Great Spirit was—more often than
not—perceived as feminine in its nature, God on the other hand was seen as
masculine. Why? The answer is simple: Women are mothers of children and birthe the
human race; men, on the other hand, are seen as the protectors of communities
(families, tribes, countries), which circumstance causes them to sacridice
their lives https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3EYU3VTI3IU . As pointed out at above (*), God is consequent to the
sacrifice of life by a male inividual more often than of a female.
***It is worth noting that The Great Spirit was for the most
part believed to represent Life in the wood. Once the self-sacrificial male was
metamorphosed into God, Life was replaced by Consciousness. Consciousness dressed
in a suit is subject to failure and death more often than Lifein the wild; and
was squared, when in the course of time, men began to convert God to the ends
of human institutions. God lost His man-God charisma, and Nature came to be
replaced with reichs, empires—and was led by the likes of St.alin.
City tempered
In globalist
ice-waters
St.alin
Inserted
His ice-water
Stiffened body
And mind
Among the
living
By forcing
awake
Memories of
Thousands of
Death
sentences.
Death to the
peasants
Shouted
countless
Deputies
Let there be
Sputniks
Putniks
And trips to
the moon
Who cares if
Misha
Dies an
alcoholic.
We need the
levy
On gin and
vodka
To keep our
cities
Going
Let ants
replace
The Romas’s* of
birds
With concrete
towers
Reaching into
the clouds.
*Just as the word ‘pagan’ is derived from the word ‘gan’ (meaning
herder, and originaly pronounced ‘yan’/jan), so ‘roma’ is derived from an old anf
now forgotten word, meaning nest or cradle. When the warlords introduced
agriculture, and began deforestation, many people who dwelt in forest Romas, in
order to escape slavery, fled from their millenium old habitats. The flights
took place on foot, and in horse drawn boats or wagons. While today it is
believed that the Roma (gypies, zigeuner https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0M16447BSZI&list=RDQTEokyBCYLk ) originated in India, it is more likely that they are of any number of
‘Romas’, a name appropriated by the Catholic Church for its sole use. In the
poet’s country of origin, Latvia, there are records of hundreds of place names,
once homesteads in the forest, called ‘Roma’. True to the contemptuous attitude
of the post-Soviet Latvian government for all things of preindustrial age or
Russian, the original homesteads of the Latvian people are a matter of indifference for Pop-culturalized
city-zen bureaucrats.
Gypsy culture
Regenerates
Every time
The city sociopaths
Create a new
category of
The poor and
There is a
shortage
Of bananas
Which reminds
me
That the
swallows did not
Return this
year
To their Romas
Under my roof
Americans
Or their
proxies
Killed them
In their bloody
wars
Stalin cleansed
The Cheka
Of Latvian
Sovereign kulaks
(The fists)
And beat to
shit
Without
exception
All living
bodies
Horses
including.
*When in 1932 the poet’s grandfather (72) retired, he
bought a neglected country estate in hopes that he could spend his remaining
years raising horses. Unfortunately for him, Stalin’s factories had already
began to mass produce tractors that would replace horses. Intrigue, his wife,
ridiculed grandfather for his oldfashioned orientation and proposed that he build
a modern farm instead. Because at the time, 80%+ of the Latvian people were
still holders of family farms and used horses to plow their fields, they were
unfamiliar with the idea that a farm could be turned into a factory. Thus, this
effort, too, flopped. Intrigue then turned the assembly hall at the entrance of
the mansion into a reception room with two ornate floor to ceiling antique
clocks flanking the gathering place in the middle. Sadly, grandfather died
alone in a small basement room at the back of the house that was located next
to the closet that housed the mechanisms that ran the clocks upstairs. All that
remains today of granfather’s regard for horses is a story he wrote in 1880 at
the age of 20: ”A Horses’s Memories’’.
Misha was a
Village alcoholic
Everyone knew
well
Once a Soviet
era
Countryside policeman
Misha did
What he could
to
Avoid work
And to enjoy
his job
Became
The star at
Every village
Cocktail party
What with
The police car
Becoming
A vodka ferry
when
In early
morning hours
The wells ran
dry
It was then
Misha summoned
Stalin
To his side
As an
authority.
Sad to say
During one such
party
Misha’s partner
laid
His wife
Which is why
Misha punched
him
And was
Fired
forthwith.
Saving one’s
soul
By the side of
One’s coffin
(touch Misha’s
Folded cold
hands
Covered by
sister’s
Handkerchief)
Is not an
endeavour
Worth mention
Unless he had
The affection of
those
Who came to say
Good bye.
9 Livonia’s Cubed Wonderland http://www.artnet.com/artists/vik-muniz/weeping-woman-after-picasso-pictures-of-pigment-_2fTycNP0j3i-j_f648tGA2
When Tsarina Katerina I
Let Generalin Magdelina
Keep the pension of
Her husband (d. 1727)
She may
Or may not
Have done it
Intentionally
Imagining she could
Through Magdelina
Become1729
the mother
Creatrix
So to speak
Of raped over Latvians
from whose midst
She, Katerina,
—Turned by
Ways of war—
Into a whore
Would emerge
200 years Later1918
As a republic
Destined to be
Again fucked
Now
By its own orphans.
Today
(following failed
Armageddon 1),
No one gives
Katerina
Or Magdalena credit
But erases
And belies
18th century
Latvian and
Russian history
For the sake of
A kingdom
On the Moon.
Instead,
A post-Soviet
‘renewed’ Latvia
(a subject province
Within
The European
Union)
A province that denies
its history
and its wood
But lets
Cityfolk in
Riga
Filled to overflowing
By Russian and
Latvian
Freeloaders
Fuck them up
To high heaven
of lies
And blow money
On fireworks
And military
parades
With old Abram
tanks
And
advertisements
Calling for
A UNITED
LATVIJA,
STIPRA VALSTS,
While celebrating
A its 100th
Anniversary
Year
Remembering
nothing.
A 100 years ago
There wasl
Some pretention
that Latvians
Had ancient roots
And to prove it
Most children knew
A 100 folk songs.
Today
(become
subjects of
The European
Union)
There are none
Such children
But ‘beat-the-rich’
Rappers with
”Too much money
in the bank”
History has been
Assimilated into
A faked story
Where the past is
Like God
Who returned
But because
no longer needed
Was soon killed.
Nine tenths of
The luddies
Who once lived
Where I live now
Have been driven
Off the land
Into cities
Where pornography
(Big screen
In everyone’s
Bedroom
Adam saying to Eve:
I love you,
I need you,
I want you
To sit on my face
Until I get a raise
And hire the Great
Whore Babylon
And fuck her
In the face.
Never mind
The ‘blessed’
Violent men
And women
Of government
fame
Who curse
With conviction
All that is Russian
Including
Tsarina Katerina
Who Tsar Peter
Took from
General Sheremetev
And
(To restore her dignity)
Married
As the Pope
Fried ”live”
Jan Huss the Ludd
And listened to him
Screem
Spat
and said:
”Enjoy your LuckLaima=Karma,
Brother.
10. A Kebab of Lamb
s
When I returned
To Latvia
(after a 51 year absence)
I was surprised
To hear
Teenagers
(Who came visit me
Looking for summer jobs)
Ask:
What are you
Doing here?
Why are you here?
The poet’s
reasons
Were a mystery
to them
They knew of no
past times
They had no
memory
They knew no
history
There was no
song
That sang
“For auld lang syne,
My jo,
For auld lang syne,”
For auld lang syne,”
My dears
For a buck
Most young girls
Were ready to
And did fuck
Anyone:
If I did not
An Afghan
In London was
Sure to do it.
It was fuck
Theft and lie time
In Latvia
Uninspired politicians
Former baskeball players
Pretended to be of
Noble birth
And collected rich dividends
Off alcohol licenses
While everyone everywhere
Was having an orgasm
The community
Had to bear
Parliamentary democracy’s
Unzippered dickheads
Sucking up the stage
For eyeing.
Was such
ignorance
In response to
God-man come
bang
Mary Magdalene
In the arse?
Evidently.
The young had
Never heard
Murmurings
From their
Alcohol
besotted fathers
Or screams of
mothers
At the tear
Of the vulva
By a child
Born feet first.
In St.alin’s
Paradise
They had been
Shelled out
As avocado
seeds
In greasy pulp
Turned on a
pantry shelf
Dry and black
I had to let
The question become
One
I had to ask myself.
Only after leaving Riga
And moving to live
In the countryside
Did I realize
How faked
And fucked up
Renewed Latvia was
I had returned to
A people who had
Come into the present
In a land
Sans syne
Though I was of
Syne
Syne was no longer
By virtue of aging
I had turned into
A ghost
Better dead
Than spooking the young
With stories
From thence and syne.
A psychologist from Canada
Was president
Ulmanis was a forgotten
Curiosity
Intrigue was negotiating
A new career for herself
As a believable phantasm
To this day
The US embassy
(10 minutes by cars
From the Riga airport)
Cannot tell a bull
From a cow
But flies
The flag of trannies
With U.S.’s own
The emabassy
May well smirk:
Having emptied craniums
of memories
Everyone’s guts disemboweled
And innocence
Of young
Shredded to rags
Adorning scare crows
Gladio in Latvia
rose
Like Jesus
From the bones
of
John the
Baptist
(Or Eve from the rib Adam)
On the remains
Of the KGB or CIA
A spotles
Renewed shadow
On the other side of
Screams
Coming from thieves
Deemed unworthy of
Having their
Pain remembered*.
*The poet believes that thieving is as natural to humans
as it is to a hungry magpie https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1neI5sQGPcU , and
that the two thieves who were crucified along with Jesus were blameless and
‘framed’ or put in the picture for drama’s sake. This is not to say that
thieving by humans is desirable if one wishes to become part of Divinity, which
is why humāns have consciousnes, But it does say that so called ‘ethical’
behavior by atheists is little else than bravado ny the satiated.
His sun rise on the evil and on the good,
and sends rain on the just and on the unjusts
The vaccinations
Against pain
Were by way
Of orgasms
Induced by
Sodomization
After the blood
And screams
One knew
There
Had been
Pain, death
And whatnot
But was
Made forget it
By multiple
Anal orgasms
And welfare
Catalyzed out of
Decaying Divinity.
To the
American-Latvian
Gladio agents
Whether from
Chicago
Or Boston
The Romas* of
*Romas were homes, camps, or hubs of the forest people
such as Robin Ludd, aka Hood, around which, turned the Sun and the daily life
of a community. Though Catholic Christian dogma has monopolized the name, it
retains a presence in our speech through derivatives such as ‘rite’, ‘ritual’, ‘recite’,
‘rythm’, ‘rise’, ‘ring’, ‘roam’,‘run’, ‘return’, ‘round’, etc.
Their forebears
Are but mounds
Of dirt
In the middle
of
A potato field
left over
From
Amelioration of
the land
By Soviet
robots
To make room
For a pigfarm
Or turning
Rivers into
Straight
ditches
The young
Saw no sense
To ‘father’ or
‘motherland’.
They preferred
Elvis
Celebrate his
crotch
Sing
‘Hound Dog’
And called
Their forebears
Ever subtler
‘Rooster’s
Song’*
One for
children
(*”Where goest
thou,
Rooster mine?
I go to awaken
The village
maids
Three times
acrowing....”)
Leaving the
celebration of
Morning love
rituals
On styrofoam
filled mattresses
In bandoned
garages
To rich
Sex starved
Madonnas
Strumpfbands
showing
The wonted
‘Singing
revolution’
Of the Baltic
Nations
Was but
Gladio propaganda
On behalf of
The next
occupation
By fucked up NATO
‘heroes’
Trained to kill
In America*
*The ruling elites in the Baltics of today form the
Gladio-CIA sponsored post-Soviet
castrated sgovernments (its memberhip tecruited from among
American-Latvian and NATO-Latvian aģents), even as native Latvians are
encouraged to ignore and lose memory of the history of their homeland in favor
of ‘western valuess’ being extended to ‘other people’ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2JkhpZCjdew .
Though the ‘baricades’ (of 1991) expressed real emotions
and desires of the people of the Baltics to renew their extinguished nations,
the intellect of that desire came to be represented by western intelligence
agencies and quislings seeking lucrative employment. There was no follow
through or critique by a Latvian government; and by 1993, one protested the
‘renewal’ with suicide https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freedom_Monument at the foot of the
Freedom monument https://timenote.info/lv/Adolfs-Bukis-01.01.1935 The suicide note of the sacrifice was said to
be of no importance and its content has never been revealed. The Blue priests
of the ‘renewed’ (but not sovereign) Riga governed formerly sovereign Latvia with
banners waving https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jj4g5O8w28U
The Black
horseman of
The Post Soviet
Latvian government
(Poverty
Whoring and
theft
Unemployment
Emigration
Depopulation
Alcoholism
Forest
decimation
Mindlessness...)
Was loosed
By the
Riga based
Saeima of
Government bred
Paraisitic
wasps
That scorcheded
the countryside
And left it to die.
Erasure of
memory
Was spread
Over the minds
of
The survivors
of
A once nation
As a mouse trap
To the brim
With drowning
mice
Of course,s
The degree of
Sadism employed
Is a Top secret
Of the Latvian
Government:
Dissent is silenced
With spectacular
Public ceremonies
Where licking of
Of fake documents
And books
Takes place
With erotic intensity.
When the 100th
Anniversarys
Of the last 100 years
Was celebrated
history was neglected
In favor of
History exuded as porn
By Bruxells and Riga.
In ‘renewed’
Post-Soviet Latvia
History is
Like a kebab of lamb
Turning
On a Viking’s spit.
11 Stalled On A Ladder
What is the sense
Of living on
Earth’s blind
Made-in-America
Civilization
When America
Lost of mind
Bombs in hand
Some nut in California
Proposing nuke Mars
Uncle Sam’s
Finger poking up
Every
Government employed
Shits arse
Inspiring cries
In turned blue Latvia:
Poke me more
Fake more
America !
We belong to
The West
We gasp
In amazement
At your conversion
To Catholicism
In our neck of
The wood
Silence reigns
No cries of
”Youoo-whoooo !”
From berry pickers or
Mushroom gatherers
Ululates across
The cranberry marsh
But the whisper
Of a wind
Swings in the trees
Awaiting
Baba Yaga’s iron teeth
The chainsaws of
The executioners
In Bruxell, Moscow, Washington
And Riga
All rip ready
At each others
Throats
Children stand
First in line
Real politic rules
The lands
Where
Luddies
Once spoke
The gentlest languages
Of people
On Earth:
Dear this
Dear that
Instead*
*The Latvian language (a language of a people who give
evidence of coming of tribes that used to make
home in the wood) suggests that it is of a people who are a remnant of
an aboriginal population that went extinct in the Middle ages with the aurochs https://www.fossilhunters.xyz/disappeared-species/aurochs.html .. both
of which (auroch and homo sapiens)
‘animals’ were taken down in the fierce battles between the Western and
Eastern orthodox Christian churches and their secular sponsors. Despite its
rugged nature, the environment of the wild also nurtures https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QF_TI35SjbQ , and
enables the evolution of a language in which every noun can be endeared and
verb gentled. This language—now subject to the cynical environment of concrete
encased cities which nurture caprious egoes, is becoming as extinct as the wild,
the wood and its divine inhabitants.
A song of mutes
Begs to hear
Itself sing
A nightmare
Even so
Survivors
Are shouted down
By shithead billionaire
Politicians
Media sucking up
The radiations
Of shit
To the stratosphere
All who hog
The news
With praisies and whines
For a U.S. and NATO
Sponsored
Genocidal democracy.
Not only
The language
Of fathers
And lullabies
of mothers
Is forgotten
Cause for Anger
Is denied
As hate
And love
Is fucked up
By rabid
City malcontents
In vulture ministries
Lick arse
Before speaking.
Dreams and hopes
Of refuge seekers
And exiles
Find home again
In some wannabee homeland
Are lost in
The deep dusk of
Wine-dark dreams
That flow from the sky
Down
The steps of
A Maya pyramid
With a mob of
Migrants on its steps
amassing
At the 11th hour
To find me
Sitting next to
My deceased brother
Confessing to him
My loss of fortune
As if he can help
When he shakes his head
And tells me
He remembered nothing
Of the tale
How I saved the painting
With the girl
From Capri
With the jug of water
on her head
As the noise of war
Contested August heat
And all around
The bloodied
Wounded crowded
What used to be
Our bedroom
We climb down
The pyramid
Cross the street
Enter the throat of
The city
Find my apartment
Where I remember
I have promised
To pick up
My wife
At work at 11.
The clock shows
5 minutes past.
I cannot remember
My wifes’s number
John is no help
And though dead
In dream
Remains a know nothing
We rush
To my car.
I get it started
But its headlights
will not turn on.
Which is why
I pull to the curb
And turn to John.
He says:
”Don’t you remember
You’re divorced
You have no wife
But one of believe
You did not
Fuck up children either
Try calling
Joan of Ark
The milkmaid
Whose womb
The Pope reamed
With sticks of fire
She saved France
Did she not?
She will not flinch
From the sight of
Latvia’s intestines
Swallowe
By Latvian hyenas.”
”Our sister
Full of pickled
Christian righteousness
Could have done
save something
save something
Left no road marker
At her grandmother’s
But took what
She called
Her ‘property’
To America
Trusting the Letts
To survive
Fishing for trash and
Lampreys”.
I nodded astonished
With American exceptionalism
Handy in seconding
Lilith’s animus
Her faked up ovsession
With Christian love
Let bless
Everyone with guilt
And left the road
littered
With collateral damage
Not of her doing
My brother and I
Sit entombed
In my car
By the curb
I turn the dial
The radio
And am surprised
To hear sing
Tchaikovski’s
”1812 overture”
(Mighty
Lord, preserve us from jeopardy.
Take Thee now our faith and loud crying in penitence.
Grant victory o'er our treacherous and cruel enemies
And to our land bring peace.
O mighty Lord hear our lowly prayer,
And by Thy shining holy light.
Grant us, O Lord, peace again.
O msighty Lord hear our prayer
and save our people
Forever, forever!)
Take Thee now our faith and loud crying in penitence.
Grant victory o'er our treacherous and cruel enemies
And to our land bring peace.
O mighty Lord hear our lowly prayer,
And by Thy shining holy light.
Grant us, O Lord, peace again.
O msighty Lord hear our prayer
and save our people
Forever, forever!)
The htmn sung
The announcer speaks:
”...just in
A 40 river barge convoy
Carrying thousands of
Chicagoans
Fleeing the civil war
Embattled American Midwest
Traveling
Down the Missisippi River
Was attacked last night
By shorebased torpedoes
Several barges were struck.
Thousands are believed
Drowned*
*After Americans living in the central part of their
country had had enough of the city based socialist led insurgency for ‘free
everything’, and began to resist by asking the cityfolk to pay for their food a
fair market price, it was not long before armed convoys of cars manned by gangs
of Antifa began ‘blitzkrieg’ attacks on inland farmer communities. Thanks to
the Second Amendment https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X6J7j82PCWI of the American Constitution,
the people of the American countryside—unlike the Ukrainians during the Stsalinist
caused holodomor https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sr5WkhEiqcY —not only met the attackers head on, but with Russian and
Chinese support were soon attacking the anarchist inhabitants of the city, by
blocking food and energy supplies to cities, and by advocating that cities be
put an end to or holomobilized.
Unlike in the case of Latvia (1919), where a similar proposal by Latvian
country people was sabotaged by city (Petrograd) borne legalist Leninist
Stuchka https://academic.oup.com/ajcl/article-abstract/38/1/196/2580897?redirectedFrom=PDF , the oposition movement of American farmers and
their countryside supporters was almost immediately successful. As Russian and
Chinese rockets and navies blocket ships carrying food supplies from reaching American
coastal cities by sinking them in international waters, and President Trump,
leader of the anti-urbanist forces, enticed city dwellers to desert to the countryside
by offering them subsitance level gardens in the countryside, American cities quickly
became islands of chaos, and holomodor visited those who had once exported it.
These events began the thousand year long period of peace
(predicted in the Reveaton 20 https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Revelation+20&version=KJV s). It is a period during which the forests on Earth are
regrown, wildlife is reborn and reestablishes irself, rivers ceased to glow in
ditches, and men cease to fear death. Also, ‘democracy’ is discarded as a force
that encourages disunity and iss once again replaced with sacred kingship.
The pheromones
Of Lady Death
Overwhelms my nostrils
The Lady
Approaches the car
I roll down the window
Her odor gags me.
She hands me a beaker
Filled wine
I gulp it with one swallow
My knees buckle
I see me
Fall
Into a fault
Of plowed earth.
The air fills with
Seagull screams
Come gather worms
And free me
Of my flesh.
12. The Shadow Survives
Its Object
By coming into
The light
Memory takes revenge
By remembering nothing
Death overwhelms it
With a nirvana like
Orgasm
No surprise that
Hung men die
With an erection
and Muslim heaven is filled
With belly dancers
and Roman guards
roll dice over
who will
receive God’s
loin cloth, and
Judas acknowledges:
Though John the Baptist
Is my father,
Jesus, too, is
become God
And I must
Hang myself*
*Judas is one of the great mysteries presented by the
story about Jesus. As the poet has pointed out in other adlibs, in his analysis
the so-called New Testament discovers
that Jesus is a person deliberately introduced by a Catholic priesthood to
destroy an earlier form of Christianity that promoted a self-sacrificial King
as means by which humankind was to govern itself. Because of the universal
respect received by this King, He came to be ragarded as the highest possible
incarnation of a human being, i.e. God. In Latvia of old such a King may have
been one Vissvaldis of the Latvian kingdom of Jerusalem (now convincingly
diminished to a nonentity by having been renamed Jersika).
A series of murders of Sacred Kings in once Central Europe
(round about the Black sSea https://www.google.com/maps/@43.4151586,25.6282163,1920291m/data=!3m1!1e3 ) took place about the 12th century of our era—even though the Catholic
clergy that served succeeding secular kings, has pushed the date back to a
fictitious date of 32, the alleged age of the crucifiction of Jesus).
In Western Europe kingly rule lingered well into the 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 (a career prostitute, in
many areas of endeavour) now renamed—with the help of Latvia’s Cultural Fund as
Latvia’s ‘First Lady’—to destroy beyond retrieval an entire nation of which the
poet is a member.
Though redeemed
Judas
John’s son
Was the last of
The assembly of
Divines
Able to bear the weight
Of
God.
Alas! In what tatters
Humankind.
It’s time
To go
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