Kings of the Pentagon

Kings of the Pentagon

The Home asylums of Bordeaux, Uniontown and Maricopa understand what Hawthorne meant. Ecclesiastical, governmental leadership filled waste barrels at the gates. Collected by trash giants,  arms raised higher than their heads, would chant, “The donkeys are rich in order to carry the poor.” They thought the missing head could supply the brain epolitics if everyone chanted along. Not all the heads were missing, some were merely unfound, from those experiments injecting Kirk and McCoy. As Kurk Wold said over at renegade science, the program god would do no good: "you have seen many things, but pay no attention; your ears are open, but you hear nothing."  How could they hear? Disturb the populacho? The future Washington raised to Zeus said this:

Viva, father of our hood,

you certainly make a noble god.

Black paintings of flagellants lined the streets of Washington and Rome in 2016 (where Rome used to be anyway) and sank into the walls. Only the width of a small stroke in the left parietal cortex constituted consciousness. Was it a violin or a cello that fell from Van Gogh's head? Hearing they would not, nor seeing see. This violent yoking of dissimiliars made more blood than rain.  The favors of war gave apocalypse to hybrid cannonballs where heads breached the wall, bringing populachos and robots to the fore. The third king of the Pentagon stamped his foot. He sang like an old VCR:

Long live King Pentagon,

Death to Io! No?

The Heads chanted MMO, MMO, MMO (Many Made One). Shaman priests wrung hands. Dr. Franke spoke to the Psychologists at Vacaville of that first encounter with the gods. Neptunes legalized drugs to even the odds even before Anectine Head programmers made two in one.  Don’t think such things go unnoticed, resemblances of the unlike, occult encounters marketed by the Agency in a search for the divine afflatus. Pop presidents and hob celebrities played golf. Macabres swam where no one had before – but all that war is nebulous. You can paint as large a canvas with Napoleon as with Van Gogh. We would not be blamed if only the heads were displayed. He that is washed needs not save to wash his feet.

Kingship epolitics knelt to submit. The guns never fired as long as hands were raised. Robespeare flew out of the Pentagon, black letters written in carbide round his head from  flames in the caves.

Allegra del Fuego! 

Quinta del sordo!

Bodies laid out house to house showed their works done in the flesh. Then they were hung on the walls. Each prisoner martyr was a sambenito, "blessed bag," reverse chasuble painted with  their burning. When the bodies were gone sambenitos hung like multicarbon bats. The great Pentagon himself descended from these conversos. But these ilusas could not medicate the Pentagon's fears. With such chant the state raised a hand, raised the head. Cabezas de paisaje they called. Washington looked all general reaching up to span a  bridge. There were several poses. Another was dancing with a foot raised. Another leaned upon the mantelpiece with a recon cello. Buried in Bordeaux,  reburied in Madrid, recursos rereburied again. Under Santa Maria de la Florida, but missing the skull, sambenitos enshrined Van Gogh's First Head. The second was in the Air Park. Such sites elude geography. Truth is better for torturers than their prey. As for the  dead they were the landscape. To end these tauromachies of Kubler-Ross's five stages they ran down the sides. “Any trauma makes you think of worse: sets the mind worrying and fantasizing about what else might be your lot.” You hear the heart beat purify.

These things the first three kings of Pentagon fought for eighteen years. They produced the Five Disasters called the freedom wars. Clanton, Bushinski and Le Bommb, with still one to come. Popular calamities burned a new Reichstag in the brain. No one Disaster was as detailed as that given Van Gogh's head, reconstituted at gunpoint, brought up to date. His brain's color shift produced the yellow period, haloes around lights.  Xanthopsia propaganda fooled our seizures to create mass mind more beautiful and soft than any moth / With burring furred antennae feeling its huge path." That was in Weimar''s Childhood End.  New gravities from old escaped the master past. Tristes presentimientos. We escaped, took flight.

in Emanations VI , June 2017

The Science of Kurk Wold

Whether or not Wold is a relocated identity becomes a question only because the two, and more, share botanical science and art as covalents, Kurk and Kurt, not to confuse. But also suppose a superpositional character of the deep web that can be in more than one place at a time. Many places, many faces, each labeled a Kurk, to cover the bases, a Kirk Wold, and a Norwegian Kurk Wold, married to Petra Wold in the 1900 census, currently a farmer who develops Seeds for Northern Climes, as well as the artist of Kinetic sculpture, Kurt Wold, known as the bicycle head banger. These and other writings diffused about the understate, as Wold's editor mentions, are not limited to Kurk, Kurt, Kirk. Superpositional identities access precognitions of themselves, unknown before the fact, or rather, are known before the fact only if believed. Because if the viewer does not believe the superposition fact, the precognition, then it cannot be proven, since to prove it means to remember it before the fact. If this seems difficult try comparing it to faith, in which many cannot master. You cannot remember before what you never knew, so if the viewer does not store the identity in the memory it ceases to exist right there.

Another background is his profession as a quantum physicist/chemist which keeps shifting from tale to tale, to be compared with those missing microbiologists of urban legend. To include the dead and the missing makes the list longer by far, but to think it stops around 2005 is naive. Let's say though that it stopped being mentioned. Of course Wold's name is not on the list nor indeed do his personal records seem to exist, which suggests they were expunged, or some other diversion. Five were memorialized here. Not ever knowing where he was headed Wold is influenced and backgrounded by Goya, Caligula, Gehry and more Blake than would be believed.

To anybody who persevered through Kurk Wold's Letters, 1, 2, as a kind of pseudo nonfiction of a hundred visions and revisions, three times as much exists in other states hidden on the internet, in the beginning the Severed Head was called BUILDING TRANSHUMAN IMMORTALS revised. It got revised but eventually two electronic interfaces disagreed and it was lost. Somewhere it existed who can doubt? Of the hundred not one remained. A caption in Status of the Soul of the World says: This from the archive of the renegade biophysicist Kurk Wold who disappeared. His papers keep turning up in amazing places as if timed ...
Alternative News 26 Oct 2012

Blurbs give that Kurk Wold worked on the NanoUber AlterBot in prison and underground, which experiments and escapes are a little unbelievable, with the science. These shorthand translations of numerical codes from the Mouser Airpark with its eight unfathomed levels in the Distortion Dome are often in the form of palimpsest.

Fragments of his writing scanned by image include Account of Three Prefaces the Trans Human Paradign Shift, and Why the Investigations of Kurk Wold Were Leaked. We're never really certain whether we have the original papers however since these are edited from translations and shorthand allusion with interpretations of image. An example of this is A Visit of KurkWold, translated from his notes by this author which could only be published as fiction, so was. Wold appears to have been incarcerated three times in private prisons run by corporations, such as in old mines, aboard ships, abandoned hospitals, but without without formal trial. Captives of gulags and their revelation are one part of the Wold story. He accounts some of it in his published letters.Wold called these mummeries EXPERIMENTS OF THE HEAD, meaning by amputation, anything that did not fit ruling assumptions. Another of his monographs, Opiomes, argued America symbolically given to Iraq (meaning Babylon) at the Obama inauguration in Denver, which he calls the Enthronement of ISIS, capitalized to indicate its fulfillment in the founding of the Syrian Caliphate.Wold was held twice, escaped thrice. This exploration of the underworld and the iconic Altar frieze of Gigantomachy are prima facie evidence to him of the giant arms.



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How to qualify an A-Head, as called, not as easy as it sounds. Einstein reassembled. Many parts and autopsied divisions false. A roster of the living too, which had such impact on Hugo de Garis he couldn’t sleep. Shouldn’t have talked to the Heads so late.
His editor, who has brought much of this confusing material to light, AE Reiff, has called the fictional persona maintained by the Artist’s Collective of the New Ibsen Canal, with no known means of contact except weekends in the courtyard, as it says that in the brochure. We have determined there is an index of this writing, and more, at Encouragements for Planting...
...this we recommend you avoid. If you must have something, he is the present editor of the Kurk Wold papers on the end of biological civilization, and other such artifacts at HISTO POSSUM TROY HORSE NEPTUNE WAR ROUNDUP, or the History Impossible World ThoughtNot Bot Roundup, a Cartoon UBoo-ty of Experiments of the Head History of the West Faerie Tale Fro Gromets Severed From Collections in A Fictional History of the Future Fan Faux NonFic Hypno, Mysto, Crypto Possum Starchitect.
Categorical Imperative: There is no human illumination only deception

David Icke. Mechanical Oscillation in The Destruction of the Real. Destruction of the Sacred. .

Look, how can you not like someone banned from Australia? How can you not like any of these pariahs, like Alex Jones? Do you really think Hollywood stars are NOT reptiles? and the senators, and top athletes controlled the way David Icke might? So of course we like them, they bring up stuff against the casino, change the odds a little.  Unless you're one of those followers of the little black box in your hand and never really look at all this is good or at least ood.  And if its bad too, like opinions of Sumerian politics, space aliens, underground bases. You better get off your hobby horse and see the human reality for what it is- that the good and the bad is true for everyone. The vain and the wise, the righteous and the sinner combined.  Joe Rogan, Alex Jones, David Icke, Clif High pass for public reason, but morality is only expressed by the newscasters. Don't blame Ikes for the extremity society gone mad.

Take it as given that this is so and play occasionally at producing paradigms of reality yourself, like A NEW GREEN DEAL on youtube which mocks with transparent frivolity, done March of 2008 though, and only comes due in 2020. In the same measure, Pretend the Machine's Human was on Sound Cloud in 2013, and A Secret Life of Democrats (11-14)from 1985 all the way to 2020. So whatever criticisms of concepts and words that follows these sites must be taken in the context that the world is mad and these are what pass for sanity. And they are mad too. Everything about life since the digital is a farce. Dad laugh. Me, I'm making cement blocks to mock the absurdity of art, and politics too, because I will build the wall!


Ingenious really, that the process of initiation to fame of this competition. Their Holders the Great Nephs, are indifferent to anything except the process, so let them fight it out. What is this process? Initiate imitation and deconstruction. They take a line from Tesla's Mechanical oscillation. He built a little device, set it clicking on a construction project and the building began to shake. He turned it off so the whole building didn't fall down. But the principle emerged as a physical law, imitation can destroy the real. Shake the molecules by echoing, splitting, mocking, initiating, them.

 This applies to all traditional thought, esp. to the Scripture, because IT IS WRITTEN--with authority, hence it must be defamed. Both Old and New Testament are the most echoed, deconstructed writings ever known. An example of how this works is offered at Taking Down the Elder. The purpose is to shake its authority, shake it to death. take one truth, mix in a falsehood, shake together and Presto, the truth is shaken. It is defamed because as the rabbis say,it is efficacious in itself, it is written for all time and because all the promises are, for us, YES AND AMEN in Iesu, the Son: as it reads:

 Therefore the redeemed of Yahweh shall return, and come with singing unto Zion; and everlasting joy shall be upon their head: they shall obtain gladness and joy; and sorrow and mourning shall flee away. (Isaiah 51.11. p. 8581)

  2. This destruction of the sacred also spilled over into literature. The Nanoites ended up doing to themselves what they did to others but you never hear such apparatus applied to the Dogon Nomo, the Zulu Moon theories, the celeb Castaneda, the visions of Ayuhausca of Tao Lin. These pass as unexamined truth because the uncritical replaces the authentic once the truth has been shaken away!

3.  Icke is selling the faceted new world order that he exposes, such as the Masons, etc, etc. he is another of the reformist clones dredged up by the Order, like Alex jones, to impugn them to reveal them so they can show their power. That is the purpose of other alt sites like Breitbart, Drudge, publicize their opponents giving them even more power in a tit for tat that consumes all the oxygen. They mutually exposit each other. 

 All putative earth saviors sound like a sales job at the close of sale, betrayed by gesture, voice and syntax. The same thing happens to a more worthy speaker, the Clif High Priest himself when he goes off about the Vatican Library revealing the chimera of history, the cloth of Fomenko, Biglino, Kozyrev, with the schizo-typical Sapolsky, not that he's wrong exactly, but the stress, the soapbox confirms it is a Babylonian confusion, an oscillation in all society.

So such things as Icke selling work for the reptiles he supposedly exposes, who are so intelligent, or their handlers are, to  deploy constant riptides and crosscurrents so that the greatest advocates of the elite are those who oppose them! See Alex Jones give the sign! Being both for and against themselves. Is Icke aware of his paymaster? It reminds of the confrontation Chris Constantine had in Hyde Park with Icke. There's nothing like coming face to face with your own hologram. Icke's claims that Jesus is Appolyon and that  Messiah means crocodile. We see of course that after he has denatured every seraphim and New Jerusalem, further shaking and destruction of the sacred so he is then free to substitute his own images of reptile holograms he obtained from Amazonian and Zulu shamans. His marathon presentations are like any other cult programmer. Give them enough rope and they'll hang you. Grant the first premise and suck up the rest. Icke's notion of Saturn, founded in David Talbot's work with the Thunderbolts, the katabole, and on is a further borrowing offered with the Zulu, and he likewise holds with  Max Spiers how the Bloodlines are the hybrid vessels that rule under these hyper-dimensional forces that broadcast their DNA into the human. That is, that 98% of the uncoded DNA is a projection of this fallen human perception, thoughtform, gregori, to prevent the human being what he in fact is. That disembodied triangle above the pyramid on the dollar bill is a symbol of this eye of the watchers. So give points for decoding. 

 But this is the crux, merely knowing of the emanations of the Archon reptile brain, but not the only name of them by far, does nothing toward freeing the man from its grasp. Neither Spiers nor Talbot  nor Icke tell what the heart is or how to know it or how to loose in it those energies and thoughts that are its right purchased by Messiah. That's too bad, for there is one and only one deliverer in all this who makes clear over and over again his relation to the heart in such passages as I stand at the door and knock. 

  So we must conclude that laudable as their works are and wonderful as their revelations to us they are elements of the gregori thoughtform. For knowing about evil powers and defeating them are not the same.

David Icke in his series Saturn isn’t what you think and  Who built the moon

says (what Spiers does) that the heart of man unlocks his prison and frees him from all these emotional low vibe frequencies of  Saturn that are magnified by the moon. Tales of Saturn here.  But that prison break is Iesu! In who built the moon maybe Icke is tired, the voice becomes insistent and shrill and he is a lot too insistent, acts like a Democrat, that we are all part of a prepackaged hive mind. Oh to have been left out of the competition. Never been in the group mind. And if in always been kicked out. Groups, churches, universities, all of their codes of participation. Not to speak of all it being hologram anyway.

Edwardo Galeano Changes His Mind

"Author Changes His Mind on ’70s Manifesto"

By Larry Rohter

For more than 40 years, Eduardo Galeano’s “The Open Veins of Latin America” has been the canonical anti-colonialist, anti-capitalist and anti-American text in that region. Hugo Chávez, Venezuela’s populist president, put a copy, which he had called “a monument in our Latin American history,” in President Obama’s hands the first time they met. But now Galeano, a 73-year-old Uruguayan writer, has disavowed the book, saying that he was not qualified to tackle the subject and that it was badly written. Predictably, his remarks have set off a vigorous regional debate, with the right doing some “we told you so” gloating, and the left clinging to a dogged defensiveness.

 

“ ‘Open Veins’ tried to be a book of political economy, but I didn’t yet have the necessary training or preparation,” Mr. Galeano said last month while answering questions at a book fair in Brazil, where he was being honored on the 43rd anniversary of the book’s publication. He added: “I wouldn’t be capable of reading this book again; I’d keel over. For me, this prose of the traditional left is extremely leaden, and my physique can’t tolerate it.”

 

“The Open Veins of Latin America: Five Centuries of the Pillage of a Continent” was written at the dawn of the 1970s, a decade when much of Latin America was governed by repressive right-wing military dictatorships supported by the United States. In this 300-page cri de coeur, Mr. Galeano argued that the riches that first attracted European colonizers, like gold and sugar, gave rise to a system of exploitation that led inexorably to “the contemporary structure of plunder” that he held responsible for Latin America’s chronic poverty and underdevelopment.

 

Mr. Galeano, whose work includes soccer commentary, poetry, cartoons and histories like “Memory of Fire,” wrote in “Open Veins”: “I know I can be accused of sacrilege in writing about political economy in the style of a novel about love or pirates. But I confess I get a pain from reading valuable works by certain sociologists, political experts, economists and historians who write in code.”

“Open Veins” has been translated into more than a dozen languages and has sold more than a million copies. In its heyday, its influence extended throughout what was then called the third world, including Africa and Asia, until the economic rise of China and India and Brazil seemed to undercut parts of its thesis.

In the United States, “Open Veins” has been widely taught on university campuses since the 1970s, in courses ranging from history and anthropology to economics and geography. But Mr. Galeano’s unexpected takedown of his own work has left scholars wondering how to deal with the book in class.

Hugo Chávez, president of Venezuela, handing President Obama a copy of Eduardo Galeano's "The Open Veins of Latin America" in 2009. Credit: Matthew Cavanaugh/European Pressphoto Agency

“If I were teaching this in a course,” said Merilee Grindle, president of the Latin American Studies Association and director of the David Rockefeller Center for Latin American Studies at Harvard, “I would take his comments, add them in and use them to generate a far more interesting discussion about how we see and interpret events at different points in time.” And that seems to be exactly what many professors plan to do.

 

Caroline S. Conzelman, a cultural anthropologist who teaches at the University of Colorado, Boulder, said her first thought was that she wouldn’t change how she used the book, “because it still captures the essence of the emotional memory of being colonized.” But now, she said: “I will have them read what he says about it. It’s good for students to see that writers can think critically about their own work and go back and revise what they meant.”

Michael Yates, the editorial director of Monthly Review Press, Mr. Galeano’s American publisher, dismissed the entire discussion as “nothing but a tempest in a teapot.” “Open Veins” is Monthly Review’s best-selling book — it surged, if briefly, into Amazon’s Top 10 list within hours of Mr. Obama’s receiving a copy — and Mr. Yates said he saw no reason to make any changes: “Please! The book is an entity independent of the writer and anything he might think now.”

Precisely why Mr. Galeano chose to renounce his book now is unclear. Through his American agent, Susan Bergholz, he declined to elaborate. She said he had gradually grown “horrified by the prose and the phraseology” of “Open Veins.”

 

Mr. Yates said Mr. Galeano might simply be following in the tracks of the novelist John Dos Passos, a radical as a young man “who became a conservative when he got older.” On Spanish- and Portuguese-language websites, others have suggested that Mr. Galeano, who in recent years has had both a heart attack and cancer, might simply be off his game intellectually.

 

In his remarks in Brazil, Mr. Galeano acknowledged that the left sometimes “commits grave errors” when it is in power, which has been taken in Latin America as a criticism of Cuba under the Castro brothers and of the erratic stewardship of Venezuela under Mr. Chávez, who died last year. But Mr. Galeano described himself as still very much a man of the left, and on other occasions he has praised the experiments in social democracy underway for the last decade in his own country, as well as in Brazil and Chile.

 

“Reality has changed a lot, and I have changed a lot,” he said in Brazil, adding: “Reality is much more complex precisely because the human condition is diverse. Some political sectors close to me thought such diversity was a heresy. Even today, there are some survivors of this type who think that all diversity is a threat. Fortunately, it is not.”

The Uruguayan writer Eduardo Galeano, in 2012.CreditSergio Goya/dpa-Corbis

Still, Mr. Galeano has caught many admirers by surprise, including the Chilean novelist Isabel Allende, who wrote a foreword for the English-language edition of “Open Veins.” In it, she describes how she “devoured” the book as a young woman “with such emotion that I had to read it again a couple more times to absorb all its meaning” and took it into exile after Gen. Augusto Pinochet seized power.

“I had dinner with him less than a year ago, and to me, he was the same man, passionate and talkative and interesting and funny,” she said of Mr. Galeano in a telephone interview from California, where she now lives. “He may have changed, and I didn’t notice it, but I don’t think so.”

In the mid-1990s, three advocates of free-market policies — the Colombian writer and diplomat Plinio Apuleyo Mendoza, the exiled Cuban author Carlos Alberto Montaner and the Peruvian journalist and author Álvaro Vargas Llosa — reacted to Mr. Galeano with a polemic of their own, “Guide to the Perfect Latin American Idiot.” They dismissed “Open Veins” as “the idiot’s bible,” and reduced its thesis to a single sentence: “We’re poor; it’s their fault.”

Mr. Montaner responded to Mr. Galeano’s recent remarks with a blog post titled “Galeano Corrects Himself and the Idiots Lose Their Bible.” In Brazil, Rodrigo Constantino, the author of “The Caviar Left,” took an even harsher tone, blaming Mr. Galeano’s analysis and prescription for many of Latin America’s ills. “He should feel really guilty for the damage he caused,” he wrote on his blog.

But Mr. Galeano continues to have defenders. In a discussion on the website of the Spanish newspaper El País, one participant noted that in a world dominated by Apple, Samsung, Siemens, Panasonic, Sony and Airbus, Mr. Galeano’s lament that “the goddess of technology does not speak Spanish” seems even more prescient than in 1971.

And on his Facebook page, Camilo Egaña, a Cuban émigré who is the host of “Mirador Mundial” on CNN en Español, remembered meeting Mr. Galeano in Havana in the 1980s and hearing him tell a story about a man taking his son to the ocean for the first time. “In the face of that interminable blue, the child said to the man, ‘Daddy, help me to see,’ ” Mr. Egaña recalled.

“That is what Galeano has done with his book, 43 years after it having been published,” Mr. Egaña concluded. “Thank you.”

Robot Dogs

Renaissance fighters think to short them out, but each cell performs the work of all its perfect hive. How they pound the mire with vigor and vim! No localized head shots with 150 grains. Lure it into acid baths the Oracle says. I just report the facts. They jus' keep clappin' their hand!

When  I was a scholar of the golden age and the Days of Weimar were golden in the streets nothing was more relevant than the golden State in the minds of sleep,  after life finally achieved its politics. I wonder why I bother about these things that changed while anthropologists gave free hurricanes and turbulent weather, eternal horrors of the god primordial fantasies shared all, and the electric universe  revealed the age of Saturn a theology again and called it gold. Of course here's what it really was.

This is Weimar/America in all its dissolution said

Before our golden age the solar sun of Saturn filled the sky. There was no sunlight or rain, and mist came up from the ground. Not stuff we've seen in jpegs sure, our iron age not gold.
We correlate the experiments.



Putting out the sun became a thing, and that's the truth. Good thing the News has already appeared.

L3 on Patrol.

Who would have thought Weimar plugged the gap, or when the sun is out it's hot. So when it plugged it didn't. I hope that's clear. Out means in. The end so decadent and free. End means beginning, celebrated as a new way of living, a new assessment of what life is for and how it is lived before demur. English poets Auden, and Spender, with Isherwood went deeply into free Weimar, its decadent homostat culture (Rictor Norton), so proud. Weimar changed the definition, but as the Oracle says, that time is past. Weimar is gone and only the truth remains, and if history repeats,  excepting the rise of fervent intercessory prayer holding it back, America will advance beyond 1933 and do a flip. "Everything that before was said was not," This said to That. It wore trump hat. Everybody that was on the left was right and everybody right were all that was left. Who says the poles won't  flip. They play that freakin ping pong with your mind. North, south, east west, left, right, right, left, up, down, back. forth flip.

Time brings Weimar out of  smoke recurred, I can't do anything about them brainwash children--Weimar America said, turned within. The days of Noah leap. What analogy seventy five postwar German years make?
They flip me wi' the skillet,
they caught me wi' the pan.
Like, "unhappy, pained, gentle creatures Americans represent the heart of another Germany, those leftists do not understand what  happens to them…the  whiteness and stillness of their eyes  drained of pigment…
Slip to de kitchen, slip up de lead,
Slip ma pockets full  short'nin' bread.
How closely I press upon a secret! A Marxist key to the globe! Why am I always attracted by these desolate souls?" (Stephen Spender, Journals, 1939-1983, 30).
Well I'll tell you why!
Because the Globe is a pie crust in the crumb of being.

 "Three naked: the new, bronzed German, / the communist clerk, and myself, being English" (Spender. Poems, XIV in 1929) caught me wi' de gal makin' short'nin bread. This splendid coracle, "All for one and one for all." HBO in haunting speech: "I’m haunted by these images, /  I’m haunted by their emptiness," Spender says (Poems, XVI)

Who in Weimar America lives in the shadow of war? 

Nobobody! 

just like Weimar! 

QED!  

The shadow comes after not before!

Spender goes a decade before, but sees "The prisoners / Turned massive with their vaults and dark with dark" (Poems, XX)  where "all things are naked and opened unto the eyes" as Saint Stephen would have said. He could have written a book of Psalms, "I am poured out like water and all my bones are out of joint…I may count all my bones." (Psalm 22.14). But the Weimar does not believe the porcelain words. The "slanting iron hair pattern no stigmata" (Poems, XXXI). The machine of war in the war of three worlds, apocalypse heaven, earth and hell. Choose at least one. That’s what you get when their knees are tight on your arms and they hold you down, for while Chomsky thinks its Hitler from the right, the forces keep marching, left, right, left, right. Except they have phones. It's not Hitler coming, or Weimar back from Danube with Marlene Dietrich in song, it's hyperinflation or Balkanization. It's the man who brings war. Who is able to make war with him?  (Revelation 13.4). Four angels loose from the Euphrates.

  Electrosmog out of order, out of time, a poem moved by dilemmas for its own sake, no easy kinship with the desolate sweep. I get out Spender’s Poems of 1933 as an oracle, inscribed "For Horst Keller, a  souvenir  of Oxford London Berlin from Stephen Spender / March 11, 1933." Spender tells his Journal "I met [Horst] on the Hook of Holland boat once, shortly before Hitler’s rise to power,"  twelve days after the Reichstag fire (27 Feb 1933). Hitler's "rise" ended in March 1933 after the Reichstag adopted the Enabling Act of 1933. President Paul von Hindenburg appointed Hitler Chancellor on 30 January 1933 after elections and intrigues. Then Hitler used The Enabling Act to constitutionally exercise dictatorial power without legal objection. 
 

"Horst was the son of a general. And now at least four names crowd on to me I remember. Many are aristocrats and often close to the higher ranks of the army. This boy was called Horst. He had a round face with very well-formed features, delicate lips, light blue eyes, and brown hair of an almost feathery lightness. He was very quiet and polite and he had some small, out-of-the-way interest – playing the flute or making musical instruments or something. There’s really nothing much more to it than that. He had a scholarship at Oxford and I used to call on him there; we went for walks and I introduced him to Isaiah Berlin. But he never in the least became part of the life at Oxford...one of those unhappy, pained, gentle creatures who represent the heart of another Germany, and do not understand what is happening to them. I have touched a deeper chord than I knew here, for have I not met two or three? Didn't I know very well the peculiar whiteness and stillness of their eyes which seem to have been drained of pigment? These poor ghosts are really beautiful in a sexless way, because, if one is a young man of another country, an exile in one's own, one cannot expect to be virile. How closely I press upon a secret! Why am I always attracted by these desolate spirits? There was one I met on the Hook of Holland boat once...(Journal. 1985, 30).

Which do you prefer, prewar Germany or prewar you?

The oracle "throws up strange shapes, broad curves / And parallels clean like the steel of guns" (Spender. Poems, XXVI).
 "That program of the antique Satan / Bristling with guns on the indented page" (Poems, XXXIII).

To everybody empowered by the need to remember addresses and time no more, electronic designs are "more beautiful and soft than any moth / With burring furred antennae feeling its huge path" (Poems, XXVII).

 Who are these pained creatures?

Sir Stephen says, Watch the hawk with  an indifferent eye, that almost won War on the sun until the hands, wings, are found (Poems, 1933, 11). 


Hurry up Horst!

Keller dismissed is "always just as gentle, just as isolated [with] a restlessness that never ceased..." but the poor ghosts, as he puts, for the oracle stands for American hearts, "peculiar whiteness, drained of pigment,"  "most of these poets and writers...delivered their sad advice on the literary life which I was now just about to enter, like ghosts in purgatory, conscious of the relative failure of their illusions" (World On Worlds, 89).

 As if appointing a board of directors Auden had assigned Spender to be the poet at Oxford. Isherwood got to be the novelist, but they were grasping at escape from Weimar and fell to Dylan Thomas, drunk all the time, or Faulkner drunk, or Edith Sitwell in some depth psychology of esoteric Jung. The lords of lit dismiss its past and victims of the present as Americans dismiss the past, as Spender does "the sustained gentle sense of unhappiness" (31).

It’s not just England naked in the world.

England is America without the water to cross. England echoes America, America China, India, Ukraine, Egypt, Japan.

    Wii  Panache

in his Cyrano de Bergerac hat

Fast forward to the Colorado late at night, the edge of a lunar eclipse, Halloween with fires, rooftops call on civilization to surrender to what it does not believe, bizarre Earth burrowers, mole prophets. 
                           
So much signifying Horst Keller naked. On one he is the American dismissed for lack of depth--for all poets and critics scourge each another, and on the other hand he is the counterpart of bullying Spender himself received, "My parents kept me from children who were rough…their knees tight on my arms. / I feared the salt coarse pointing of those boys" (Poems XII).

Pound called Yeats' The Tower putrid. 
Hemingway called Spender squeamish, and why not,  he was as cloistered in his cell phone world as Oops, you?
Spender and Keller prophesy how we live in our Weimar before the fall, "coracles with faces painted on" (Spender, Poems, III). 

Even as the Reich-stag burns, the Towers morph to a tool, mirages of the digital, like a new species of digitalis that poisoned Van Gogh's brain and gave him seizures, produced a color shift of the yellow period, haloes around lights, xanthopsia --fools! Propaganda! We know the yellow is the gold! Our seizures, after creation of  group mind, when the news is offered by Yahoo headlines, have no word for who will destroy. This is Weimar's Childhood’s End, catalyzed by the beast that comes from  in 50 years!

Cited:
Poems. Stephen Spender (Faber, 1933).

Glossary:

-Electric universe. The Golden Age of the Solar System as devised by the Thunderbolts, the theory that the solar system was once, not long ago, configured very differently, with Saturn the predominant overwhelming event of Earth's horizon, and that it, with Mars and Venus, exchanged significant electrical charge and discharge with Earth.

- disappeareds. Between 1976 and 1983 at least 30,000 Argentines were swept off the streets by the junta and never seen again. The great Argentine writer Jorge Luis Borges never said a word. Jacobo Timmerman says "virtually the entire population will consistently seek a compromise with reality in order to be able to survive"  (Prisoner Without  A Name, 147) This is charged also by the Oracle as the fault of populace today except that their silence is their end.

-breakup of iron and clay. The statue of Nebuchadnezzar of Daniel 2 pictures the four kingdoms of Babylon, Medo-Persia, Greece and Rome that end the world, except Rome never ends; it fragments into pieces mixed of iron and clay. Oops, I almost forgot, there is a fifth kingdom that smashes the toes. It is a big rock that falls down.

Blue Beam Project. The notion that the catastrophic news event of all time will be a false flag image projected in 3D, but attaching all the senses, hence utterly believable so that people will say, I saw it, as alleged of the planes that struck the towers.

Stephen Spender has comforted others besides ourselves. When Timmerman was on the table being tortured and seeking the passive states of Viktor Frankl (Man's Search for Meaning) he decided to write in his mind a book about his wife's eyes. Reviewing all the models for this, rejecting Neruda, Lorca, Mayakovsky and Whitman, "finally I settled on Stephen Spender and began to write, in my mind. Timmerman, 35

Alejandro-Nabucodonosor. The ultimate of empire, Alexander-Nebuchadnezzar, after a poem, "To Roosevelt," by Ruben Dario.