The Labyrinth of Styx { amid Eros' Shadow ~Friday, January 23~}

I

I solicit Phlegyas to help me traverse Life's Other KIngdom...
He refuses... he refuses... damn... shit..

I must trek... i must journey across its nine concentric spheres...
i
must puncture its Other side... i must drink from its river...
i wish to relinquish this thirst for earthly desires..

Phlegyas, offer me Styx... help me traverse this next realm...
i do not desire this mortal frame...

it is Thanatos that i desire
i yawp for Thanatos...

Life has no meaning...
we will not be able to triumph over Life...
too many have succumbed... too many have been victimized... too many have been exploited... killed:


Gaza, Iraq, Pakistan, Afghanistan, Somalia, Haiti, Honduras, Yemen, Sudan...

Hades' rivers are unable to absorb the blood-tears, blood-sweat.
Hades' porter, Charon, will weep with the new landscape that will adorn her
Charon will not be able to use new eyes... to cleanse... to purge... indelible stains from their souls...
The echos from Life's Other Kingdom will burden even Prometheus and ravage his mountain...
The echos of Life's Other Kingdom will also impede Sisyphus' journey with his boulder...
Nothing will be the same... their consciousness... our consciousness will be forever stained...

The rivers of Hades will not be able to contain the blood and soil of our barbaric acts...

[ Schopenauer avouches that one must immerse in asceticism... deny desires... reject this earthly coil... and embrace Thanatos.
yes, it must be the answer... it must be my new Muse.. yes surely... Thanatos is my new realm.]

How many rivers must overflow with human carnage... with human blood...
before the Occident sheds its shell of decadence... greed... apathy... its comfortable morality...
its praise of its postmodernity... ???

All i observe around me is Kitsch... Kitsch... and more Kitsch...
The Western corporate mass media successfully immerses us in excrement...
we eat... we drink... we breath ... their toxic excrement...

The rivers of Hades will not be able to contain the blood and soil of our barbaric acts...

II

Thus begins Day One of my journey... and my quest for Thanatos... in the shadow's valley...
in Life's Other Kingdom... my quest for ascetic pursuits...
Day One and Thanatos must be my Muse...
Styx is my destination... i solicit the power of her river
my new Muse and her tributaries: Lethes, Acheron, Cocytus, Eridanos and Phlegeton.
i need to drink from her source... i desire her toxins... her blood...

III

Day Two commences...
Another suicide bomb strikes Iraq~Wed.Jan 27~
Inside the capital Baghdad, outside a forensics lab~
18 killed, 82 injured~

The rivers of Hades will not be able to contain the blood and soil of our barbaric acts...

it is Thanatos that i desire
i yawp for Thanatos...

Life has no meaning...
we will not be able to triumph over Life...
too many have succumbed... too many have been victimized... too many have been exploited:

Guantanamo, Bagram, CIA Secret Sites: Syria, Egypt, Poland, Ukraine...

i
must puncture its Other side... i must drink from its river...
i wish to relinquish this mortal coil...
the undiscovered country awaits
me

i
Hurt...
it Hurts..
HURT
me...

the rivers of Hades will not be able to contain the blood and soil of our barbaric acts...

i wear laurels of ash
i wear my trousers rolled... and
i sink... i sink... in the Western excrement of kitsch... kitsch asphyxiate me...
NOTHING can save me BUT
Thanatos...

IV

Day Three... is here...

Haiti is in its second week of its post-earthquake effects...

QUANDARY: Is it a humanitarian aid mission

or

a US military occupation??

the rivers of Hades will not be able to contain the blood and soil of our barbaric acts...

The Robertsons and Limbaughs attribute the Haitians' desolate condition to
VOODOO and COMMUNISM...?? (shit! damn!!) Lobotomies are surely needed for these two charlatans;
r they on this terrestial plane...????

i wear laurels of ash
i wear my trousers rolled... and
i sink... i sink... in the Western excrement of kitsch... kitsch asphyxiate me...
NOTHING can save me BUT
Thanatos...

A Pastun tribe in Afghnaistan is ready to fight the Taliban and
receive $1 million in US aid...
The world is wholly... fully... completely absurd...

[i
Hurt...
it Hurts..
HURT
me...

Life has no meaning...
we will not be able to triumph over Life...
too many have succumbed... too many have been victimized... too many have been exploited... murdered :

George Tiller, John Lennon, Martin Luther King, Medgar Wiley Evers]

V

i embark alone on Day Four...
As i commence this trek... searching...
i read of two Iranian men executed before dawn for their dissidence~protesting the June 2009 fraudulent elections~
and i weep...

This is absurd...

i
Hurt...
it Hurts..
HURT
me...

the rivers of Hades will not be able to contain the blood and soil of our barbaric acts...

i wear laurels of ash
i wear my trousers rolled... and
i sink... i sink... in the Western excrement of kitsch... kitsch asphyxiates me...
NOTHING can save me BUT
Thanatos...

VI

i plunge into the fifth Day... alone..
amid the estrangement that i feel...

The Obama Adminisitration continues its policy of launching
Hell Fire Drone Missiles into North Waziristan...
( yes, this is certainly an example of its desire to reach out to Muslims...)

i
Hurt...
it Hurts..
HURT
me...

the rivers of Hades will not be able to contain the blood and soil of our barbaric acts...

i wear laurels of ash
i wear my trousers rolled... and
i sink... i sink... in the Western excrement of kitsch... kitsch asphyxiates me...
NOTHING can save me BUT
Thanatos...

Obama's State of the Union address pervasively {29 times}
referred to "jobs" in the domestic front... as an objective in 2010
how will he achieve this...??? if war is the aim of his foreign policy:
Iraq, Afghanistan, Pakistan and Yemen???

Life has no meaning...
we will not be able to triumph over Life...
too many have succumbed... too many have been victimized... too many have been exploited... killed:
Nissir Square, Falluja, North and South Waziristan, Kandahar .

the rivers of Hades will not be able to contain the blood and soil of our barbaric acts...

Night raids are also pervasive in Afghanistan...
US soldiers bearded and tattooed raid civilian homes...
without due process they apprehend alleged "terrorists"
and send them to Field Detention Centres...
Some are discovered dead kilometres from these
Centres...
The Afghanis are on the
Fringes...
in their own country...

the rivers of Hades will not be able to contain the blood and soil of our barbaric acts...

All i observe around me is Kitsch... Kitsch... and more Kitsch...
The Western corporate mass media successfully immerses us in excrement...
we eat... we drink... we breath ... their toxic excrement...

VII

i fall into the abyss of the sixth Day... it engulfs me...

EVERYWHERE

i see

DARKNESS...

i am immersed in pain... a pain that does not subside...

i
Hurt...
it Hurts..
HURT
me...

The Guardian reports today~Sunday, January 31, 2010~ that a CIA drone missile has killed
Hakimullah Mehsud, an important Pakistani Taliban leader~Tehrik-e-Taliban-in North Wazirstan.

The rivers of Hades will not be able to contain the blood and soil of our barbaric acts...

What is the essence of this conflict: West versus East...? Christianity versus Islam...? Postmodernity versus Primordiality...?
Is this the essence of it... of this conflict...???

Or is predicated on an Occidental foreign policy... an American PAX AMERICAN~ a psuedo-strategy of peace, liberty and democracy~

i wear laurels of ash
i wear my trousers rolled... and
i sink... i sink... in the Western excrement of kitsch... kitsch asphyxiates me...
NOTHING can save me BUT
Thanatos...

VIII

The snowflakes are whispering my name on the Seventh Day...
and they summon me to join them on their voyage...
this trek ushers me toward Tel al-Hawa...
it is here that the IDF used phosphorous on civilians...

The Goldstone documented this in September 2009; today Haaretz, The Guardian, The Independent ...
reported the reprimand of high ranking IDF members...

Life has no meaning...
we will not be able to triumph over Life...
too many have succumbed... too many have been victimized... too many have been exploited... killed:

The rivers of Hades will not be able to contain the blood and soil of our barbaric acts...

i wear laurels of excrement
i wear my shirt sleeves untucked.. and
i sink... i sink... in the Western excrement of kitsch... kitsch asphyxiates me...
NOTHING can save me BUT
Thanatos...

a female suicide bomber, today~monday, feb 1, 2010~ hits pilgrims in Iraq... kills 46.
Thanatos must surely proffer portals to other realms... Right!!??
why would she engage in this act...

how many rivers must overflow with human carnage... with human blood...
before the Occident sheds its shell of decadence... greed... apathy... its comfortable morality...
its praise of its postmodernity... ???

Life's Other Kingdom beckons her and me...
why am i such a coward...???

i
Hurt...
it Hurts..
HURT
me...

Time burns our love,
a love for which Hades has a reservation;
a fire will perennially burn that will reflect our love.
a love that is rich with pain, suffering and misery .
nevertheless, Hades invites us to drink form it s cup of Time,
to eat from its red ambrosia,
to suck its silver lilly,
to lick the purple fig paste.
and to adorn our bodies with golden balm...
a balm that Chronos will pervasively preserve in a Grecian Urn
so that we may rise from its ashes to love anew...

BUT

it is Thanatos that i desire
Now...
i yawp for Thanatos...

Life has no meaning...
we will not be able to triumph over Life...
too many have succumbed to the powers of love yet they have been unable to transcend its thorns... its dry buds...

and we remain unquenched...
we search for the metaphysical...
we observe the bifurcations along the sentinel...
yet we are unable to render choices...
we collapse in the moraines of
Time...

and alone in the Sahara Desert
knocked about by the Zephyros...

i hurt...
it hurts...
hurt me...
i need to feel pain ...

IX

Time bleeds the seconds that i live... Time burns my minutes.... and Time carves this Eighth Day... my wounds are
Deeper today...
and
Time is unable to dress my bleeding abrasions..

{Her scent lingers still in my mouth...
Her touch~her fingers and her hands~ freeze my orientation...
Her lips grasp for fresh summits...
Her hair envelops me and sends me to new realms...
realms i am unable to articulate in words...

But
Time does not reply... Time has created a myriad of
Fjords...
she is silent... i die...
she is distant... i expire...
she is aloof.. i hurt...}

***Today~Tuesday, Feb 2, 2010~ Somalians witness more carnage...
Civilians are the victims in decades of conflict between Muslim insurgents and Christian government military forces...
Time does not spare Mogadishu.. its wounds no one is able to gauze...
Time ushers in vultures that scavenge the city..***

Life's Other Kingdom beckons me...
but i remain... i remain complicit...
and a coward...???

why am i such a coward...???
Time still does not reply ... i solicit axioms...
BUT
only to receive these inner voices:

"the rivers of Hades will not be able to contain the blood and soil of our barbaric acts..."

i wear laurels of excrement
i wear my shirt sleeves untucked.. and
i sink... i sink... in the Western excrement of kitsch... kitsch asphyxiates me...
NOTHING can save me BUT
Thanatos...

Time offers me no meaning...
we will not be able to triumph over Time and its incessant erosion...
too many before have succumbed to it... too many wounds continue to fester...
Time... She will not weep for me... Time will only add more toxins to these incisions of the heart...

X

The Ninth Day beckons...

These are its voices:

Where is your mind?
Has Time not eradicated all your senses...?
Have you not succumbed to the futility of existence...?
When will you yield to Time and its forces...?
Do you not hear Time's silence...?
Will Time's rearview mirror ever proffer you any axioms ...?

The sweetness of her voice will only offer you more misery...
The melody of her touch will only proffer you more pain...

{The USA launched another Hell~Fire Drone Missile Attack~18 Missiles, Wednesday, February 3, 2010~
against the tiny village of Deegan, in Datta Khel, North Waziristan. CIA sources... independent sources... are unable to authenticate whether the casualties... are
Civilians...}

i wear laurels of ash... laurels of excrement...
i wear my trousers rolled... and my shirt sleeve untucked...
i sink... i sink... in the Western excrement of kitsch... kitsch asphyxiates me...
NOTHING can save me
BUT
Thanatos...

XI

The days have become months...
am i the agent of grief...?
am i the agent of pain...?
am i the agent of misery...?
these months of disconnect cause me estrangement...
without her...

i wear laurels of ash... laurels of excrement...
i wear my trousers rolled... and my shirt sleeve untucked...
i sink... i sink... in the Western excrement of kitsch... kitsch asphyxiates me...
NOTHING can save me
BUT
Thanatos...

Life's Other Kingdom beckons me...
but i remain... i remain complicit...
and a coward...???


i must engage in a praxis... i must immerse myself in something good...
i must revolt... i must trek across this desert...
Alone...
Life beckons me... IT solicits from me
a
praxis...

Thanatos II ( The end of postmodernity)

Is this all a dream...
am i dreaming now...
have i always been dreaming...

[ Is the hell that the Haitians living now a dream..?]

am i yet in a dream...
how much longer... for the eternal dream...

[Our brethren in Iraq, Afghanistan and Pakistan must be living through horrific dreams?]

who will awaken me form this dream...
that is capitalism... postmodernity...
is this the zombie state that we all solicit..??

[The Gazans' dream has progressed for over forty years...
one Intifada after another... who will awaken them form their nightmare...?]

Is my dream manufactured... ?? who will render me conscious... again...??!!!
Im tired of prozac.. PROZAC.. shit... damn...
shit... damn...
who is to blame for this m@#$&*@%?*%@ ...???
shit... damn..!!!

keep playing along...
The Becks... the Limbaughs... the Robertsons...the O'Reillys...
will assist YOU... their religious zeal is intoxicating...
Nauseating...
Excremental...
They manufacture the thirty seconds bites...
FOX is their fecal temple where everything lives:

racism
discrimination
anti-immigration
homophobia
xenophobia.

shit... pass me some more prozac...
give me a hit... where is the lala...

no... no... this is all a dream...

[ The Times of London is reporting that the cost of the war campaigns in Iraq and Afghansitan has reached $1 Trillion]

a mere dream...
somebody f@%$#&* wake me...
there are m@$#%^@#!%&*^ cops that are filling black adults with. projectiles...

[Sean Bell
ny, ny
november 25, 2006
50 shots]

someone.. shit anyone... shit... pass me some more prozac...

Remember :Sean Bell
new york, ny
november 25, 2006
50 shots]


someone.. shit anyone.. please narrate a bedtime tale: Dr Seuss...
shit... pass me some more prozac...
am i dreaming yet... ??? read another nursery rhyme~This Little Piggy Went to the Market~
no... damn... no!!!! Shit... No... Shit...!!!
im not in REM sleep...

One

All i wholly wanted...
all i wholly desired...
all i really...
all i...
all i...
desired...
was to have ONE...
ONE...
ONE...
More day...
with you... to revel in your scent... in your space... in your gaze...

all i really wanted was
ONE...
ONE...
more day
One day
but i keep waiting... i keep waiting...
and my days become years...
and my days become decades...
and my days become centuries...

i would trade any of these for One Day
for one more day with
You

i would trade the
Pain
Suffering
of
the last two weeks
with
ONE
day
ONE
day
WITH YOU

all i wholly desired are the aspects of life that offer us that will to exist
EXIST:
poetry, beauty, nature~and its landscape~ music
all of these are you
You

i would trade the pain... suffering... of the past two weeks for
just
ONE
KISS
one kiss...

oh, ya babe... for just one kiss...
oh, ya babe... for just one KISS
ONE KISS

i do know ...?? i dont know...??? i dont know anymore...
the difference between
RIGHT
AND
WRONG

my freedom... your freedom...
all these choices open to us... babe... babe ...
all these choices... closed to us... babe... babe...

i dont know... i dont know anymore...
the future is unclear... ambiguous... babe..

whether the snow will usher me into a new sleep...
a sleep that will last an eternity...
a sleep that will lead me to that TERRA INCOGNITA
i dont know anymore... i dont anymore...
i dont know anymore where i will be... i dont know anymore...
where i will be...

the snow keeps falling... it starts calling... it starts calling...

{im not sure where i am... im not sure...
i see white.. a lot of white...
Ahead of me is the White Desert, Egypt...
im not sure how i arrived...

the journey continues... it opens to the
Sand Dunes of the Sahara...
they keep calling to me...}


Here again:

the snow keeps falling once again... it starts calling again ... it keeps calling again...

there is an intangible fear emitted from the snowflakes...
a fear of the future...
Is it not unknown to both of us, babe?

Who has any answers to where we will be in five years? ten years?

All i know is the present... the now... the today as my only
Reality... my only existence... my only pain... my only suffering...

Could i have
One
more moment with you amidst the snowflakes of the Uplands...
One
more moment with you amidst the White Desert of Egypt...
One
more moment with you amidst the Sahara of Africa...
One
more moment with you amidst the Canyons of Arizona...
Could i have...
Could i...
Could...

Would you be...
One
with me?
Could you have
One
more moment with me?

One
more moment with you...?

One...?

so that you can rap, babe
so that you can rap with me, babe
rap about the Technique... Grae..
Away with Me...
Take Away my breath...
One
more moment with you...
babe, so that you can enlighten me with
Yael Naim and The Raconteurs...

And
Toxic
Love;
so
we
can travel long,
Too Long...
A Trek... that is
Steady as She Goes...

One...
more
time
to get
Caught in the Hustle...
One
more moment with you amidst the cornucopia of verse
and the goddesses of rapture... Athena, Astraea..

so all of you may inspire
One
more
Verse...
One
more
Verse...