A Revolution is Needed

Everyone whispers about the sublime nature of god...
everyone yawps about his greatness...
everyone whispers about the beauty of the afterlife...
everyone yelps about the tolerance of this religion...

Yet the milk and honey of these premises are empty...
these suppositions hide behind aspects of intolerance, violence, bigotry, hatred, vandalism and
Murder...
yes
murder.

The Revolution must not be televised...!!!

a revolution is needed... a new form... a new entity.. we must engage the disenfranchised..
What do they yawp about all the wars... Iraq, Afghanistan, Pakistan, Somalia, Yemen, Eritea, Gaza
How do they react to all the victims...

The REVOLUTION must be televised...

Why must America represent this angelic mode?
Why must the USA police the world?
Why must New York dictate the financial debauchery??
Why must Washington filter a Pax Americana via a Bellum???

Why must the globe prostrate itself to these aspects of postmodernity??

Who sells the world the tools of destruction?

The Revolution will not be televised...

i must yawp:

a revolution is needed...
we must engage in myriad forms of nihilism...
we must take back the Earth...
we will walk to the rosemary graves...
there,
we will bury our souls... our spirits
there,
we will kiss the cold tombstones...
and
there,
we will take each other's hands and crawl to the
Chthonic sands... and
there,
we will greet the cave swimmers...
the cave swimmers
the cave swimmers
and they will take our hands and help us
with this new chthonic song...

who will televise the REVOLUTION...???

Intimations to Astraea

Today the grains of sand
Accumulate...
And
They form a mountain... a mountain with
an
Apex that extends to You...
Oh Astraea
and
Your Pleiades.

You offer me
Myriad of magical tastes...
Scents
Touch... a
Touch that proffers ouvertures to
Other
Worlds...
Ouvertures to other forms
of
Consciousness
Insight
And
Realms...

Oh, how i revel in Your Brightness...
a Brightness that is revealed via
Your beautiful
Orbs...
These Orbs engage me to discover the unknown ...
To unearth the spirits of the
Earth...
To ascertain the mystical which is
YOU
Astraeus.

Oh, how i revel in your ancient messages that
You
deliver
below
to these mere
Mortals...
I entreat
You to venture on a new
Voyage
A voyage to the
Majestical UPLANDS...

offer me another visitation so
i
may
discover
Your magical
Touch,
Scent,
Taste
so i may revel in
Your
Orbs...
so i may lose myself in your golden locks...
in your golden arms...
in your mystical spirit...

Today, the grains of sand endure
a
Metamorphosis...
It is Maia... and your other constellations that have
permitted me to transcend this
Terrestial plane... this chthonic form
Oh, You
Astraeus
will permit me with your magical incandescent
Extremities
to soar beyond the
Chthonic...

Although
Today
i await You here
Here
on this plane...
Here
on this path...
Here
on this highway...

Here:

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The storm of spheres cascade around me
Here: in this spherical dome
here:at the mills~ warden and 14th~
the spherical realm jolts me..

BUT


i await
Your melodic song
in order to transfix the
Mundane
into the
Sublime...

Oh, Astraeus transform
my moans, my crys, my pain
into
a euphonic melody.

Permit
me to assemble with
one of Your
Pleiades...
so i a may orbit with You...
with you...
AND
with the other muses:
Asterope, Alcyone, and Electra,
And be part of the guiding STARS that
offer beacons to other realms...
For a night traveller
who must venture
into
the
Undiscovered canyons of the world

Oh, Astraea
Soothe my pain...
relieve my suffering...

i await
You here on this
mound...
i await You here on this mundane plane...
so You may render this mundanity
into
A
Sublime
Realm
of
Taste, Scent, Touch and Sight.

here the ancient messages await
here at Uplands i solicit Astraea
here at Uplands i await your
Invitation
of the
Ancient
Message

Ode To Venus

Prometheus struggles with FIRE and its significance for
Life
Humanity
Survival
and
Love.
His passion motivates him to share
this
FIRE
with
mere mortals ~myself included~

Yet
the
gods
are
unkind... they are cruel... they are jealous of his love for
mortals
and
FIRE
Thus
Zeus punishes him
for this thirst for
FIRE
Like Prometheus , i, too, am enamoured by
FIRE,

This FIRE
burns
in my Venus... my goddess... my realm, my world, my moment, my NOW
in her eyes, her golden locks, her scent, her gait...
her corporeal form... this FIRE in me burns...

Her FIRE... i feel... i thirst for... i hunger for...
It is in this FIRE
that my VENUS offers...

OFFERS me

Offers me BEAUTY in the form of TRUTH...
TRUTH that neither Prometheus nor Zeus can proffer...
Her Beauty holds the
Key
Her Beauty holds the
Truth
Her Beauty holds the liquids that i must
Read... that i must
Swallow... that i must
Taste... that i must
Eat...

Venus opens to me a whole new metaphysical realm...
A realm of insights into the world of Minotaur that i must understand...
She guides me through the rivers of Hades...
i sense a fear... an absurdity... an ambiguity...
BUT
VENUS
IS
HERE
NOW
with me...
here
IN
THE MOMENT
with me...
AND
her
FLORAL CHARIOT... ITS SWEET SCENTS... ITS SWEET HERBS...
Her MELODIC VOICE...
from these
i
acquire
an
Epiphany ...

i gain
an inclination into the truth of Prometheus" journey... quest... for FIRE
for FIRE
HER FIRE
HER FIRE
that must quench my thirst before i die...
here in Hades...

Venus is my inspiration to engage
my passion, my revolt and my freedom...
to confront the Labyrinths ... the Mazes...
that
BOTH
WORLDS thrust on my path...

so i continue
on this journey like Prometheus who must endure
the gnawing of the vulture all day
only
to receive a reprieve during
the
Night...
so
i
too
must endure
this journey into her FIRE..
A FIRE
i desire...
A FIRE
i await with all my
SOUL
SPIRIT
BODY

i must return to Ardea and Lavinium
to
love her again...
to worship her FIRE
to drink her FIRE
so i will return to Latium
so i will return to Rome
to offer

VENUS

my FIRE
my soul
my spirit
my body

It is this FIRE
that i solicit
that i need
that i cannot live without

Venus
please...
keep your
FIRE
burning
until
i
navigate
through
this
Labyrinth
please

Venus, i need to be quenched
by your
FIRE
guide me to the source... guide me to the origins of this FIRE

A Cree

A magical number evokes a tragic cry~five hundred and one~
The year is 1492 and the mainstream corporate culture and media
Celebrated
A
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C
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T
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T
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C
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B
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E

the horrible atrocities committed by the white european male...
with the complicity of the CHURCH...

~~~~~~~~~~
Dexter and his nation~ his tribe~ still suffers... still feels the residue of the golden CONQUEST
a

conquest

that

s t i l l
LINGERS
a c o n q u e s t
that
C
O
N
T
I
N
U
E
S
to DEHUMANIZE them...
A former colony~Canada~ that has become the COLONIZER:

Let us examine ~ you and i~ the effects of the Canadian Energy policy in the province of Alberta...

Mobil OIl , Shell, Petro-Canada, Syncrude Canada and Suncor Canada have destroyed the ecosystem
of the Athabasca River basin~ a vast level of toxic contamination flows downstream to the indigenous communities
of the CREE, DENE and METIS~

You and i are cognizant that it is for one resource: extract CRUDE OIL from Bitumen, BITUMEN... BIT U MAN
BITE U MAN
OH, ya...
BITE U MAN
MAN
WHITE
MALE
EUROPEAN
i YAWP FOR nietzsche... yet i become aware that the ubermensch
subjugated the indigenous...

i must NOW yawp for gianni VATTIMO and
his new battle cry:
a multilinear world...

a small bit for a man like Dexter~ a small task for a Cree... right...??!!! right... clean up an area the size of Florida...
right...????

B
I
T
U
M
E
N

is

N
O
T

for

C
R
E
E
S

BUT for the BIG OIL
and
f
r
a
g
m
e
n
t
s
are open to the CREE, DENE AND THE METIS.

let us see ... you and i... how much we can profit form this ... you and Wisconsin, Illinois, South and North Dakota; Oklahoma and Texas

you and i are aware that 1492 is a pervasive motif... that S T I L
L
subjugates... exploits... the FIRST NATIONS

Well, who will come and go talking of Michelangelo...
Well, who will go and come de-watering the water systems...?
Well, who will come and go talking of Harper...
Well, who will go and come deforesting the boreal forest...!!!!
well, who will come and go talking of the MIKISEW CREE FIRST NATION...??!!!

W
E
L
L

T.
S.
E
L
I
O
T
!!
??

will you and i come and go yawping of 350...
will you and i come and go whimpering of the carbon print...
will you and i come and go yelping of falluja...
will you and i come and go groaning of TENOCHTITLAN...??
will you and i come and go parodying Cortes' edicts...???
well...
how does the world end T.S. Eliot...
our world will end with a plutonium bang... Brother... oh. ya Bro!!!
it will end with a bang...

On the other hand, Dexter awaits the Day
Day
because the Night is uncertain... the Night offers
-20 degrees celsius
AND

Toronto is a cruel city...
( it beckons the European Masters to adorn her with LAURELS;
yet it deserves NONE.)

and an uncertain abode AWAITS HIM amidst the yawps of the cocaine heads and the drunk
while the police protect the laurels of the Capitalists;
Dexter dies each day...
AND
With him dies
a part of our soul... our civilization... our ethics... our DISTURBED
morals...

Apollonian and Dionysian

It will be
De
Li
Ri
Ous
It WILL BE
Mys
Ter
Ious

When our

M
I
N
D
S

Unite..
It will be delirious...
when

O
U
R
B
O
D
I
E
S

merge... merge ... into ONE love... one PEACE... one World
Time must dictate this unification...
I want her to touch my body with HER PERFECT SCENT...
i would love her perfect MIND to ignite my body

It will be both an aspect of Rebirth

AND

R
A
P
T
U
R
E

We will not be able to escape this DYAD... of
Reason
and
Passion...

This must usher in an IMMORTAL
T
E
C
H
N
I
Q
U
E

she cannot misinterpret my sincere intentions... they are all to unify ONE
MIND
LOVE
PEACE
WORLD

we must reject all the ISMs...
we must embrace the METAPHYSICAL...
WE MUST engage both creation and chaos..
we must accept the REVOLUTION... WE MUST REJECT THE CHAINS OF CONFORMITY...conformity...

R
E
J
E
C
T

C
O
N
F
O
R
M
I
T
Y

we must accept a revolution... we must engage in a praxis... we must revel in our mysterious minds...
let us embrace this verse... and impart on a metaphysical journey....

Mallarme, Baudelaire and Apollinaire

R
a
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Babe RAIN...
pain... babe...
The grecian urn rains its blood... babe...
Let us drink of its blood babe...
We do not have enough time... babe.. let us drink of its blood...
We must engage in this universal praxis

R
A
I
N

Babe... Honduras crys... she moans... she wimpers babe...
pain... babe... pain
Babe, i can't take it any more... icant !!???##@@@ any more...

The class conflict is destroying Honduras... babe...
We have Dole, Chiquita dictating the conditions, babe...
The aristocracy , babe, is singing it si splendid melody, babe

R
A
I
N

Somalia weeps... she moans... babe
P
I
R
A
C
Y
is the the jig that must be perforemed... babe
When are WE rendering OUR decisions to stop creating a toxic dump of their shorelines, babe...??
When are the Europeans initiating actions against their ANGLERS..., BABE...???
B
A
B
E
is it within our power to inhibit these trespasses....., babe...
Babe, i need a few answers... babe, help me.... please...
Babe, did u know this is the 40th anniversary~ december 4, 1969~ of the assassination of a
B
L
A
C
K

PANTHER... Ya, his name is Fred Hampton... ya babe, he was shot by the Chicago FBI and Police..
And
more importantly, the Chicago DA initiated a cover UP.. ya , babe...
ya BABE, a m@#!*%? !?@%$#!? cover UP...

{Mallarme's white anxiety of sail cannot help here... NOR
his "sweet intoxication[s]" NIETHER a toast can be offered...}

a black panther killed, his name is Fred Hampton... ya babe, he was shot by the establishment~ the Chicago FBI and Police..
And
more importantly, the Chicago DA initiated a cover UP.. ya , babe...
ya BABE, a m@#!*%? @#%?*& cover UP...