Thursday, December 18, 2008

On Revealing Poetic Influences and Aspirations

Poetry is a form of communication perhaps as old as recorded history. Since at least the time of Homer, poets have utilized poetry to share tales, lift the human spirit, appreciate nature, extol the passions of the soul, declare the depths of their love, explain morality, explore spirituality, criticize society, lampoon politics, relate details of historical events and entertain an audience. The medium soars, sings, rants and rails, as it also prods and cajoles in the hands of an artist. The ability of the greatest poems to deeply touch our emotional selves, challenge our minds, and excite our hopes and dreams aids those most human of expressions to live throughout the ages.

My introduction to poetry came in the summer of 1962 a few months before my 10th birthday. That summer, I attended a class at San Fernando Valley State College (now known as California State University, Northridge) which focused on The Iliad and The Odyssey. After completing the course and having my eyes and ears opened to a whole new world of words, language, ideas and rhythms, I began to read poetry voraciously. The child in me discovered Longfellow and Wadsworth, and Robert Louis Stevenson’s prose. At the same time, some other part of my mind craved Hesiod, Virgil and Ovid. Soon, Mark Twain grasped my imagination. My reading interests continued to grow as I approached high school, when I was introduced to William Shakespeare’s plays and sonnets.

It was during my high school years when I began to explore poetry with a more detailed eye and ear. This is also the time when I began my journey into expressing myself through poetry. Consequently, I would like to provide the reader with a glimpse into the poets and styles which have exerted the greatest influence on me as I sought out my poetic voice and vision, and which grew from those early interests. Since the only language I find comfort reading has always only been English, the list of poets I can call influential in my development, and consequently feel able to discuss, will only be those who wrote in English. I do not wish to provide a detailed analysis for each or any of the poets whose work most influenced me. Rather, I want to give the reader a general overview. My intent is to allow you greater understanding of my poetry. Let me begin with John Donne, John Milton and Alexander Pope, all of whom stand as significant, early influences upon my developing mind and ear.

In the early 17th century, nearly all poets followed one of a few poetic schools led by either: Edmund Spenser, Ben Jonson or John Donne. Spenser led the Romantic Movement in poetry with his invention of The Faerie Queen, and his style offered the main counterpoint to the entrenched, formal, Elizabethan school. Ben Jonson was the acknowledged master of the Elizabethan school in Shakespeare’s day, to which school Shakespeare can also be attributed. A satiric poet, Jonson concentrated on classical qualities which exhibited restraint, simplicity and precision in form and theme.

Donne, however, felt the need to break with the past and deal with the paradigm change resulting from Copernicus’ newly (at that time) interposed cosmogony. His education and mindset bridged the chasm separating Medieval and Renaissance thought. This resulted in the rise of what John Dryden would later term the Metaphysical school, because, as Dryden said, Donne “affects the metaphysics and perplexes the minds of the fair sex with nice speculations of philosophy, when he should engage their hearts, and entertain them with the softness of love.

What Dryden meant by this was that Donne came off, to him, learned and obscure. Donne’s philosophical imagery illustrated and defined emotional and intellectual adventures through the scholastic topics of his day, subjects such as: astrology, astronomy, alchemy, mathematics, Aristotelian suppositions on the natural world and Christian theology.

A reader may not sit passively reading Donne. One must engage one’s mind. Donne provides a glimpse into contemporary poetry with his high-speed, ever-shifting imagery. To read Donne properly requires one’s whole self – mind, heart and soul – to be on alert. Donne provides no imprecise words, no ineffective image and no vague suggestiveness. No word, line or phrase dare be unanalyzed or misunderstood without losing the deeper meanings in Donne’s verse.

John Milton succeeded Spenser in the mantle of leadership for the Romantic Movement. Milton stands as one of the great minds of his generation. He espoused radical, republican politics in a time dominated by monarchy. Likewise, Milton eschewed Episcopal Catholicism and Anglicanism for his preferred Puritanism which was considered heretical in the England of his day.

Paradise Lost, a magnum opus and blank verse (blank verse is a term indicating the lines are written in iambic pentameter but do not rhyme) epic, was written by a blind Milton over a six year period from 1658 to 1664 and was first published in 1667. In it, he lamented the failure of his desired revolution, a broad human movement to republicanism, while he also affirmed his ultimate optimistic belief in the great human potential to rise above its base nature and aspire to greatness. Milton expressed a deeply interconnected humanism in spite of his religious overtones.

John Dryden and Alexander Pope turned away from Donne’s Metaphysical style because their world had passed beyond the entire world view prevalent in Donne’s day. Their strengths include a mastery of technique and language, breadth of understanding of human nature, and powerful ability to provoke insight and meaning out of imagery, symbolism and circumstance. They revealed within their work an intensely subjective analysis, applied not only to the concepts of good and evil, but also to what they considered the inevitable struggle between those forces as they play out in every individual, culture, society and government that ever-was or ever-will-be.

Dryden and Pope also reinvented what has been termed the heroic couplet. The term arises from their style of writing: iambic pentameter lines which rhyme in the aa, bb, cc (and so on) scheme, and which generally appeared in epic poems and plays of a “heroic” nature. In Pope’s hands, the couplet styling can more aptly be termed “mock-heroic” because of his penchant for satire and parody (a great example being his The Rape of the Lock) as he lampooned the stuffiness and contradictions of his time. While the form existed since Chaucer, Dryden and Pope used it almost to the exclusion of all other forms.

William Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge comprise another pair of poets who left the indelible ink of their craft upon my imagination. The commanding presence revealed by their insistent use of beat and meter, so subtly softened by a richly ornate use of vocabulary and rhyme, magnifies tension and seduces the reader.

Wordsworth imparted his “Child as father of the man” philosophy (meaning the noblest qualities of all humanity arise out of our child-like innocence) through his poetry. Meanwhile, Coleridge, a utopian philosopher, wove wispy commentaries on a dreamily decadent culture and servile society through opium induced fantasies, forcing us to look at our individual and collective shadow-selves. Both men expressed deep reverence for nature in their poetics. Wordsworth included in his approach to his craft his belief that to communicate effectively poetry must be written in the common, spoken vernacular of the time. This announced a change in approach from his forebears and fostered a bond between poet and “everyman.”

Coleridge liked to say poetry should distinguish between mechanic form and organic form. Samuel believed that to impose a predetermined form on a poem was both arbitrary and mechanical in nature. However, to allow a poem to develop a shape, form, meter and style through writing and rewriting is to grant the poem a life of its own and “organic development.” This organic development was favored by Coleridge, who said, “A good poem is like a plant, constantly growing and evolving through its own internal energy into an organic unity.

William Blake left a legacy of intensely spiritual poetry. Blake’s technical virtuosity, inspiring themes, beautiful language and intensely emotional content charged his poetry into angelic tools capable of lifting the human spirit above the mundane and re-direct the aims of people to the highest morality, most spiritual of pursuits, and most hopeful and loving integration of humanity possible. Blake believed in the ability of humanity (both collectively and individually) to overcome any personal shortcoming as well as the basic state of human nature as being one of continual growth toward an eventual perfection of the individual, species, culture and society.

To grapple with Blake, one must first consider this statement of his, “The imagination is not a State: it is the Human existence itself.” Blake, far ahead of his time (1757-1827), abhorred slavery and believed in racial and sexual equality. Several of his poems express a notion of universal humanity: “As all men are alike (tho’ infinitely various).” He rejected all impositions of authority to the extent that he was charged in 1803 with, though later cleared of, assault and uttering seditious and treasonable expressions against the King. Although Blake was a dedicated believer in Christ, he found a regimental approach and excessive administration of authority as being endemic to all churches and oppressive of the individual’s right to freedom, which he valued above everything save his belief in God.

Blake helped shape the modern world’s conception of imagination. He believed humanity would overcome the limitations of its five senses: “If the doors of perception were cleansed, every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite.” [This quote was extracted from his “The Marriage of Heaven and Hell.”] While his perspective was once perceived as aberrant, heretical and perhaps even psychotic, that Blake quotation not only seems to have become incorporated into the modern definition of imagination, but has been echoed by Aldous Huxley in both the title to, and theme of, his book, The Doors of Perception and the name for, and lyrical and musical styles of, Jim Morrison’s band, the doors (which name they never capitalized, perhaps as Morrison's nod of homage to e.e. cummings).

Walt Whitman is the first American poet among my list of influences. Whitman’s extreme optimism, his belief in humanity, his reverence for the beauty and harmony of nature and his appreciation for the way the interrelationship of all of creation coheres everything into a unified whole, all provided universal themes of eternal struggle which still inspire readers.

Whitman wrote in the language of his place and time, while also breaking free from restrictions of meter and form. I should take care not to suggest, though, that Whitman invented free verse, since both Matthew Arnold and William Blake had previously experimented with the style. Nonetheless, Whitman’s work certainly helped to popularize free verse with a credibility, critical acceptance and literary success which hadn’t been afforded it before.

Whitman wrote (and self-published on multiple occasions) one book in his life, to which, over the years, he added new poems when he republished new editions of Leaves of Grass. Those new additions often revealed rewriting of previously published verse as well. His poetry truly was a representation of his life, brave enough to grow over time and reach its fullest potential.

T. S. Eliot and Ezra Pound were American ex-patriots residing in England when they acquired literary recognition. They redefined previously held limitations on style, language and forms of poetic constructs. A few years before Eliot, Pound landed in London with revolutionary ideas about reforming the language and content of poetry not so different from those expressed by Eliot when he arrived in 1915.

Pound was a leader in the avant-garde literary circles of London at the time. Pound met Eliot, strongly believed in Eliot’s poetry and artistic sensibilities, edited Eliot’s poem The Waste Land, and helped Eliot become published. Without suggesting the two men agreed on everything, Pound’s and Eliot’s theories regarding the shape and breadth of poetic revolution necessary to reshape poetry into their view of greater artistic heights remained very similar.

The following discussion of Eliot’s poetics is derived from three of his essays, Hamlet, The Music of Poetry, and The Metaphysical Poets as well as my own understanding, beliefs and interpretations.

Passion was infused into subject matter through use of Eliot’s critical and theoretical construct, the “objective correlative.” Eliot broke with men like Matthew Arnold and Alexander Pope, as well as the Victorian, Metaphysical and Romantic movements. He held that to maintain what he considered to be “the integrity of poetry,” the poem must focus on its artistic sensibilities over anything else, including (and perhaps even especially) overt political, social, philosophical and ethical commentary.

Eliot believed the artistic value of poetry was to be found within the emotional content. This emotional content required the intrinsic presence of an objective correlative. That correlative is best expressed through example – a story, character study, situation, thing or event which evokes emotion within the reader. Eliot said poetry should reveal ideas through sensation as opposed to through an elaboration of the intellectual and the sensual as separate and distinct. In this way, Eliot argued, the poet avoids the pitfall he called “the dissociation of sensibility.

Eliot believed poetry had experienced a schism of thought and feeling in the 18th and 19th centuries, where, before, thoughts and feelings had been incorporated into one another (or so he believed and said). It was to his purported ideal of a purified, poetic artistry to which Eliot hoped poetry would return.

I have a completely different point of view about 19th century poetry and completely disagree that his assessment should extend back into the 18th century. My feeling is that poets like Byron, Shelley and Keats stuck too rigidly to the kind of diction and language used by Wordsworth and Coleridge. The world had grown accustomed, one might say, to expect a certain kind of language in poetry. This led to a sense of bland detachment and an artificially created and antiquated exaltedness which became banal and hackneyed. Topic choice wasn’t the issue, nor was the interjection of thought into poetry (something that had always been integrated).

No, the problem was that poets didn’t write in the same “current” (to their time) language as was used in everyday conversation. The use of antiquated but traditional poetic diction made 19th century poets sound stuffy, condescending and apart from the rest of society. I suggest Eliot and Pound threw out the baby with the bathwater, so to speak. Just cleaning up diction to bring it into the Modern Age was the only surgery required. However, that said, I would never argue the experiments Eliot and Pound explored were of no value. I believe they add to our rich poetic heritage. I just don’t think they should dominate that heritage.

Let us consider that the objective correlative premise demanded the presence of an object which gives rise to the emotion in a poem, and this object must be of a degree of intensity logically relative to the emotion intended to be evoked by the poem. The significance of this theory, to Eliot, lay in the intention to underpin the poem with a foundation of believability as well as help direct the content toward universal themes as opposed to trite, individual concerns.

A difficulty which can arise in maintaining a strict adherence to this artistic sensibility arises in the possible absence of logical connectives among the various sense images as well as between them and the thought or idea they symbolize in order to evoke out of the desired emotional response in the reader an appropriate understanding of the poet’s intended meaning.

Eliot disliked thought in poetry whenever interjected as a “meditation, reflection, or rumination.” Eliot did extol “a direct, sensuous apprehension of thought, or re-creation of thought into feeling” (sensation), and “the essential quality of transmuting ideas into sensations.” Hence, Eliot’s artistic dictum asserted a policy of abolishing abstract statements, analysis and interpretation of culture, society, politics and philosophy from poetry. Eliot aligned his point of view to that of the so-called Metaphysical School of poetry. However, the method employed by the Metaphysical poets actually always expressed both the pattern of images Eliot prescribed as the only artistic value of a poem together with the logical content of ideas and commentary upon the pattern of images, which Eliot eschewed.

Eliot had no problem admitting poems created with his preferred sensibility, while leading to poetry of great intensity, place greater demands on the reader. One must read this poetry with as much increased concentration and intensity as the creation of the poem demands of the poet. Eliot justified this on the basis that the complexity of modern civilization demanded an increased complexity be reflected in modern poetry (modern to Eliot in 1915, now known to us as comprising the period from just prior to the beginning of WWI and continuing to the end of WWII which we call the period of Modernism). No one can deny that this style also yields more obscure and more oblique poetry. However, in the hands of a master poet like Eliot or Pound, the technique assists in creating intense poetry which distances itself from narcissism and banality by stripping away the restricting intrusion of personal or logical interpretation in order to reveal in pure emotion universality to discerning readers.

Another of Eliot’s innovations was a return to Wordsworth’s revolution in language. As Eliot wrote in his essay The Music of Poetry, “While poetry attempts to convey something beyond what can be conveyed in prose rhythms, it remains, all the same, one person talking to another… Every revolution in poetry is apt to be, and sometimes announces itself as, a return to common speak. That is the revolution Wordsworth announced in his prefaces, and he was right.” Again, Eliot realized the need to preserve a poetry which remained more accessible to readers through understanding poetry is a method of communication and the best communication lies in speaking (or writing) in a language and vernacular in common usage.

One can argue the degree of challenge Eliot knew would be required for his new poetry by both poet and reader (the elitist conceptualization of the objective correlative and the excision of thought from poetry all taken together as a whole) prevented this new poetry from being “all the same, one person talking to another.” It extracted much of the content most people incorporate into normal conversation: thoughts, ruminations, pondering and value judgments. I attribute poetry’s decline as a commercially viable medium in the contemporary world to this extraction of thought from poetry. Plays, opera, musical theater, concerts of all styles and genres, art and books of both non fiction and fiction all thrive in the contemporary entertainment climate. So, I cannot accept poetry suffers in commercial viability because of the advent of film, television or popular trends in music.

Pound and Eliot revolutionized poetry at the same time as they continued to incorporate classical symbols and metaphors, just as had the poets of the 19th century and before. The literary titans, Pound and Eliot, exhibited a fearless contempt for the limitations imposed by the mores of the Victorian Age, thereby creating poetry which aided in liberating the human spirit from the shackles of repression and sublimation, anticipating perfection of human nature might be better pursued and accelerated. Pound’s and Eliot’s use of classical mythology as symbols and metaphors for human circumstances, strengths and foibles, as well as society’s contradictions and discrimination, continued a time honored approach to reveal universality in content while also expanding the archetypal nature residing within their poems’ thematic depth.

After the conclusion of WWII, the world became schizophrenic. The evidence lies in every discipline. The mass of humanity just escaped two horrifying and extremely deadly world wars. Hovering over the emerging post-war reality was the specter of nuclear annihilation in an epic East-West conflict. Suspicion hung thickly and pervasively from the U2 to the Iron Curtain to Little Red Books to Korea to Vietnam to NATO and the Warsaw Pact to Voice of America broadcasts to drop drills, air raid sirens and tests of the emergency broadcast system. Fueled by the GI Bill, the broader mass of returning American veterans went to college and/or opened their own businesses. A more widely and better educated, as well as more broadly pervasive and affluent, middle class arose from the ashes of the depression and two world wars.

The expanding pervasiveness of educated erudition allowed new movements in every artistic endeavor to find expression in a neo-Renaissance which arose in the decades after WWII. Many trends in art arose. In music, traditional jazz has seen offshoots from more than a few revolutions including bebop, fusion and the recent foray into the bland and emotionally distant smooth jazz. In addition, music has witnessed the birth of many completely new forms including rock, electronic, new age and hip-hop. Classical music gave way to the experiments of men like Sibelius, Glass and Satie. Film has grown up from its silent and black and white eras during the Modernist period to express, in its greatest moments, works of deep emotion and intense, universal significance. The best movies are like visual, epic poems.

Poetry also spawned a frenetically varied gamut of approaches since the end of WWII. It is fair to apply to the post-WWII period an overriding term. The word commonly used is “Contemporary” to distinguish it from “Modern.” However, contemporary would have no meaning applied to a time period from 1945 to 2001 when viewed 100 years later. Besides, the 1950s are hardly contemporary with the 2000s. So, I feel compelled to reject that un-illustrative name, especially since it speaks more to the lazy narcissism which so-called culture has expressed and disseminated throughout that time period.

A fascinating anomaly during this era has been a schism of thought in two broad classes of people, independent thinkers and blind acceptors. The more highly educated an individual became, the more they were apt to exhibit independent thought. Time Magazine re-introduced Nietzsche through the magazine’s issue sporting on its cover the question, “Is God dead?” Science began probing the deepest secrets of the universe and uncovering the building blocks of life as The Big Bang and double helix became accepted scientific doctrine, both supporting in their own ways the obvious truth that the universe is a product of evolution and natural selection.

At the same time, we have witnessed a massive reconnection between people and evangelical-fundamentalist religious movements in both Christianity and Islam. What kind of grip can these religious trends exert over people? They hold to the strictest interpretation of Creationist beliefs and refuse to accept as scientific facts such scientific discoveries as: evolution, natural selection, The Big Bang, carbon dating as a valid technique for determining the age of artifacts, Einstein’s theories of General and Special Relativity, the double helix and DNA. Those same scientific principles make just about every aspect of our lives in the contemporary world both possible and comfortable: from GPS devices in their cars to microwave ovens to a vast wealth of medicines to laser surgery to the atomic power which provides much of our cities’ energy and to much of the weaponry of the contemporary military! (Superstition, it seems, is the only addictive behavior for which a Twelve Step program has not been developed. But then, of course, Twelve Step programs are dependent on the superstitious nature of people in order to band them together into a world-wide Orwellian Big Brother Society keeping tabs on self and other simultaneously.)

I cannot begin to exhaustively critique every school of poetry since 1945. However, I will briefly touch on a few of the most important movements and a few of the most significant poets while providing greater detail on those schools which influenced the development of my poetry.

New Criticism, which tends to denote those following the tradition set by Modernists with John Crowe Ransom and Robert Penn Warren being among the founders of this school of thought, provides a fine starting point. They enshrined some of Eliot’s complex literary values like interjecting into their poetry: paradox which one cannot logically phrase, an intricacy of irony expressing lack of commitment, impersonality and distance, and self-conscious techniques of word dexterity. Many of America’s most famous poets sprang from this group, including: Robert Lowell, Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton, however, by the late 50s, even they began violating their precious New Critical principles!

An “anti-formalism” spirit arose in the 50s and 60s in response to the rigidity and distance present in New Criticism. Charles Olson’s 1950 essay Projective Verse announced a new approach to poetry which we call the Black Mountain School. Robert Creeley once said, “Form is never more than an extension of content.” He found an attraction to Olson’s ideas and joined the Black Mountain School. Another significant subscriber to the Black Mountain School was Denise Levetov, who wrote an influential essay titled Notes on Organic Form in 1965.

Olson expressed a focus on breath in poetry. He believed in constructing poems in what he called a projective and open format by releasing line from the tyranny of feet and meter and reinvigorating the energy of the poem with a language and form constructed out of the interplay of ear and breath. There is a naturalness of a line which submits to the fluidity inherent in the sound of specific words to the ear while also obeying the constraints of breath. Olson explained, “… that verse will only do in which a poet manages to register both the acquisitions of his ear and the pressures of his breath.” [Emphasis in Olson’s original.] Olson also suggested poets pay less attention to rhyme, meter, and both the quantity and sounds of words, while placing greater emphasis on the syllable. Olson exclaims to us in his poetic manifesto, “Let me put it baldly. The two halves are: the HEAD, by way of the EAR, to the syllable; the HEART, by way of the BREATH, to the LINE.” [Again, emphasis in Olson’s original.] Another of Olson’s significant points about writing poetry relates, “So, is it not the PLAY of a mind we are after, is not that that shows whether a mind is there at all?” [Once again, emphasis in Olson’s original.]

Olson revealed a host of fascinating opportunities for poets to explore from the possibilities arising out from employing his system of open or projective verse. Experimentation was something he excitedly advocated. One could, using the newly proliferating technology of the typewriter (then becoming widely possessed by middle class households in post-WWII/GI Bill America) to tab additional indentations, indicating how long a pause between lines might be indicated. Or, words could be arranged on the page to emphasize some additional intended meaning.

One would expect Denise Levetov’s essay, Notes on Organic Form, should pay some debt of gratitude to Coleridge, and she delivered. Denise found excitement in exploring how far one could take Coleridge’s ideas. Then, she tied what she learned from Coleridge to Frank Lloyd Wright’s concept of organic architecture. In the fusion, Levetov opened up open verse so it might be projected more broadly. She led the world to the doorstep of possibility in terms of poetry’s potential. Denise reminds us that organic means living, implying that a poem is a thing alive like you or I. A living poem requires the poet to relinquish the role of omnipotent creator, imposing whatever regularity a poet’s whim might decree. Levetov must have heard whisperings from the muses, because she directs us to listen to the poem and allow the poem to dictate to the poet what its unique structure wants to be.

Another admonition Denise joined Olson in expounding derives from a quote attributed to Edward Dahlberg, “The law – one perception must immediately and directly lead to a further perception.” However, to that axiom Levetov informs us she learned there are places in a poem for chasms, too. “Great gaps between perception and perception which must be leapt [sic] across if they are to be crossed at all.” The magic in that approach, she continues, occurs when the rifts are leaped over. “A religious devotion to the truth, to the splendor of the authentic, involves the writer in a process rewarding in itself; but when that devotion brings us to undreamed abysses and we find ourselves sailing slowly over them and landing on the other side – that’s ecstasy.

The next group influencing my poetic growth which I’ll cover is the New York School. This group included Frank O’Hara, John Ashberry and Kenneth Koch. They were inspired by the art produced by the abstract impressionist movement. In the same way, they saw art in poetry as an evolving process, not a finished product. I see this group treading lines between a variety of other schools, derriving content from the Confessional school or New Critical inspiration, but utilizing Olson's open form while incorporating a new natural landscape – the city – and being highly experimental.

The Beats are another major influence upon my poetry, arising out from a less mainstream, less middle class 1950s. This group includes Allen Ginsberg, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Gary Snyder, Kenneth Rexroth, and Robert Duncan (the latter of whom migrated to The Beats from Olson’s Black Mountain School). The Beats swirled with energies as divergent as Rexroth’s and Snyder’s Zen-like capturing of liquidly fluid imagery and mystery embedded within enigma to Ginsberg’s travels from a hell in the bowels of the American streets to his Whitman/Biblical Psalms influenced messianic incantations. Ferlinghetti reported on a world which seemed like a circus, unreal yet demanding, and right in your face. So, he incorporated language, symbolism and line breaks and indentations to jar the individual out of the consumerist malaise which began gripping contemporary reality. Ferlinghetti's style also seemed to emulate the way experience imprints the brain, things coming at the mind from all over the place.

The Beats had something else going for them. Unlike most of the other poets since Eliot’s day, who it seems all emerge with College and University credentials authenticating their poetic authority, the Beats come to us mostly from the streets, from the great voice of America’s everyman. They fused drugs, eastern mysticism, jazz and improvisation. They exposed truths which nicely prim university types hesitated to notice and in language which, just like the comedy of Lenny Bruce during from the same time period, cultured society found offensive. In their deepest roots, the Beats exemplified an authenticity one can find in Whitman, Emily Dickinson and Robert Frost. At the same time, The Beats infused an emerging subculture with a whole new way of perceiving their world and a whole new language for expressing those new perceptions.

Since Allen Ginsberg and Lawrence Ferlinghetti are the next major influences on my poetry, they demand a deeper analysis. They continued the work of Eliot in breaking down the needless rules confining possibilities in poetic style. Ferlinghetti and Ginsberg perpetuated Eliot’s exploration of common vernacular in poems, opening new avenues to reach universal themes and broadening the horizons of artistic sensibilities. [While Ginsberg was deceased long before the writing of this discussion, Ferlinghetti is still alive and still writing poetry. I use the past tense only in the sense that their major works, and those works of theirs which most influenced my writing, had already been penned by the mid-1970s.] In so doing, they continued to advance the movement begun by Eliot and Pound throughout the second half of the 20th century and straight to this day.

Their persistence in challenging tradition contributed to generational movements (begun by the “beat generation” but most ardently pursued by the “hippies” of the sixties) towards freedom in all areas of life. They, too, sought to advance the progress of humanity toward some ultimate, future perfection looming as a desired destination. These men contributed their advances without ever detracting from the elegance and eloquence of their words or the intrinsic beauty of their poetics.

Ferlinghetti and Ginsberg reintroduced thought into poetry, together with the other Beats, the Black Mountain School and to a lesser extent the New York School, along with those who have followed them in their poetic styles and sensibilities in the decades since. They created an underground movement during the 50s which rejected Eliot’s proscription against introducing thought into poetry, making it fashionable, again, at least among Beat poets and most other advocates of open poetry, for the poet to interject thoughts and personal values into their work. However, they always did so in a manner which, like Donne, Milton, Pope and Whitman before them, maintained the poems’ universality. Thus, they avoided the pitfalls of descending into narcissistic self-analysis and expressions of self-pity, sappy sentimentality or banal, irrelevantly themed foci of attention. Rather, so liberated by the freedom to speak honestly about any subject in an organically constructed way, the poets of the 50s and 60s were free to charge their poetry with keen insight and deeply moving emotional content.

Deep Image poetry grew out of earlier visual arts’ movements in surrealism, an approach which involves distorting reality and delving into the unconscious or subconscious. While some of the New York School was influenced by French surrealism, the Deep Image poets were influenced by Spanish surrealists. Robert Bly’s magazine (named and renamed for each decade of its existence, The 50s, The 60s) gave space to the new surrealist poetry which Robert Kelly coined in Notes on the Poetry of the Deep Image, his 1961 essay. The adherents to this school of poetry include Pablo Neruda, Louis Simpson, Mark Strand and Charles Simic.

Perhaps the primary poetic school to come out of England after WWII as a direct response to what was perceived as an “age of anxiety,” was the neo-Romantic movement called New Apocalypse. Dylan Thomas was the major figure of this poetry. He reintroduced openly expressed emotion and rhetoric into British verse. Like Wordsworth, Coleridge and Blake before him, he tried to restore importance and value to nature poetry.

Another important British school of poetry is called The Movement. This group includes Philip Larkin, Kingsley Amis, Donald Davie and Thom Gunn. Their poetry developed in reaction to what they perceived as the romantic excesses of the New Apocalypse group. They also rejected Keats symbolism and Eliot’s and Pound’s Modernism. The Movement was steeped in urban and suburban realities, not myth, whimsy and fancy. They affected a neutral tone.

Two very contemporary poets who inspire me are Kate Braverman and Sarah Manguso, each for very different reasons. They both have dynamic voices, though from different perspectives and in different degrees. The point is that they have definite voices which are fluid, clear, evocative and nakedly honest.

Seamus Heaney talked a lot about voice in his essay, Feeling into Words (1974), and he marked a distinction between Craft and Technique in the development of voice. Seamus Heaney capitalizes the words craft and technique in his essay, so I follow his example in this discussion. Seamus explained that Craft denotes one’s ability to manipulate the tricks of the trade; it is the learned “skill of making.” But Technique, he reveals, arises from the poet’s ability to “dig” deep into “the pool” of oneself in the poet’s “discovery of ways to go out of his normal cognitive bounds and raid the inarticulate.” Heaney continues, “Technique entails the watermarking of your essential patterns of perception, voice and thought into the touch and texture of your lines.

Braverman is in your face dynamic. Manguso is seductive and alluring. Braverman is a tempest; Manguso a siren. But they both embody Heaney’s point. When they write, they speak in rhythms and with words and sounds which seem to fit perfectly together. They prove technique does not discriminate according to either haunting assonance or blood-boiling consonance. It is the emotion encapsulated and rivetingly expressed which can place a reader in awe. Yet, it is the embedded Technique, the ability of both poetesses to create a natural language, which allows them to effectively deliver their visions and specters.

I’ve provided a brief overview of poetry, and those poets and trends which have influenced me. I must also interject that my influences and inspirations range to writers of other genres and individuals in other fields. For my perspective, knowledge and understanding of life as well as my writing, I owe debts of gratitude to Jean-Paul Sartre, Oliver Sacks, Stephen Hawking, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Søren Kierkegaard, Vincent Van Gogh, Edmund Burke, Thomas Paine, Lao-Tze, Ludwig Von Beethoven, Immanuel Kant, Robert F. Kennedy, Francis Bacon, John F. Kennedy, Albert Einstein, Pablo Picasso, Walt Disney, Henry Miller, Thomas Jefferson, Abby Hoffman, Carl Sagan, Leonardo da Vinci, Salvador Dali, Isaac Newton, Martin Luther King, Jr., Charles Darwin, Charlie Chaplin, Woody Allen, John Locke, Leo Buscaglia, Mohandas K. (Mahatma) Gandhi, Henry David Thoreau, Herbert Marcuse, Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel, Friedrich Nietzsche, Albert Camus, Samuel Becket, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Leo Tolstoy, Herman Hesse, Franz Kafka, Jack Kerouac, Harold Pinter, R. D. Laing, James Joyce, Alan Watts, the Dalai Lama, Gary Snyder, Peter Sinfield, Pete Townsend, Ray Davies, Bruce Springsteen, Pete Brown, Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix, Bob Dylan, Ian Anderson, Jon Anderson, Neil Young, George Harrison and John Lennon. I would also like to honor Homer, Hesiod, Virgil, Dante, Ovid and William Shakespeare, upon each of whose works all contemporary literature is based.

To say my magnum opus (written by a dying man over a two and a half year period from 2006 to 2008), A Critical Mass, is an epic poem is to state the obvious from the point of view of length, but perhaps not story. A Critical Mass does not tell a traditional story concerning a traditional, heroic character. One way to discover the heroic character in A Critical Mass is to place oneself into the poem, imagine living through every stage of evolution, identify with each mythological character enumerated, and immerse oneself in all points of view. Be, also, the planet Earth, and see yourself in every life form. Feel your emotions pulse as you become a star and emit light. There is a story of journey, struggle, awakening, enlightenment and transcendence in this truly new epic form.

It is, truly, a new epic form not only because it expresses a new kind of story with a new kind of character, but because I have broken the rules for epic form - I've created it while incorporating open verse styles in conjunction with more strict metyers and rhyme schemes, varying back and forth, allowing the poem to dictate its form, organically. The intended manner for discovering the heroic character in the epic is to see humanity as a whole, together with our planet Earth, as that character, struggling throughout eternity to inculcate a utopian existence and express infinite variety and possibility as evolution perpetually repaints the landscape with unending streams of diversity.

However, to inform the reader that A Critical Mass reaches far beyond the apparent subject of being a non-dual, creation myth is not an inappropriate remark for a new poet seeking innovation in his craft to offer regarding his work. I feel it behooves me to provide readers some glimpse into what I have written in order to achieve a more comprehensive understanding of my poetry.

Francis Bacon once said, “I have taken all knowledge for my province.” In that spirit, A Critical Mass incorporates Greek and Egyptian mythology, astrology, modern cosmology, physics, neuroscience, biology, quantum mechanics, logic, Kabbalah, humanism, naturalism, transcendentalism, existentialism, sociology, history, physical anthropology, economics and political science as sources for symbol, metaphor, study and expression. These fields are viewed from a highly skewed point of view influenced by my revulsion for Postmodernism, but embracing non-theism (as opposed to atheism), optimism, non-dualism (as opposed to monism) and perpetual evolution.

One will find the theme of Universal Love latent in all of my poetry. Each poem expresses a desire for Love to be life’s foundation and seeks to elevate the reader to pursue one’s own potential for perfection and to seek peace and understanding. A more detailed rendering of my personal philosophy is provided in the accompanying essays. I strongly believe no aspiring poet can approach presenting poetry of a highly emotional and evocative nature which expresses universality to unfamiliar readers unless that poet infuses their writing with a clearly defined personal philosophy which incorporates ethics, morality and a clear personal perspective into the nature of reality. I have tried to provide an understanding of my personal belief system within the content of not only my poetry, but also the essays which I have included.

Today, there are poetry movements for just about every minority and group. It also seems as if there is a trend back to Modernism in many of the voices of contemporary poets. There are more poetry journals in existence than ever: some print, some online, some both. Many are edited by minds which have been shaped and conditioned to accept the status quo. At the same time, others are highly experimental. Meanwhile, in clubs, poetry slams with radically experimental views on what constitutes art and poetry, a wilder poetry, of the people and by the people, piques an interest in a whole new underground.

Sometimes I wonder, is it really communication for a small community of like-minded people to restrict their communications to one another, and to a form seemingly only they can understand? I, for one, do not think so. I believe that such a course is elitist and narcissistic. I fear the possibility that poetry can succumb into a reverence for the status quo in such a circumstance when, through the very nature of their apprenticeship as poets, aspirants should be revolutionaries in mind and heart!

We live in a fast-paced world where instant gratification is the rule. If you want to make a purchase but are short on funds, just charge it. If you seek a piece of information, you can look it up on the internet, where, in a matter of moments and a few keystrokes on your keyboard, all factual and erroneous information on every subject is available to everyone. Individuals who intend to vote in an election for several decades now have found they no longer want to listen to long speeches in order to determine from their own analysis and interpretation what the positions of the candidates mean both for the individual and the country.

It seems huge numbers of people are content with 15 second sound bites and accept the evaluations made by pundits and preachers on how to cast their vote. Blogs populate the internet, affording everyone the opportunity to make their voice heard on any subject. Ideas, analysis, commentary and answers are everywhere available to everyone from just about anyone. Well, they exist everywhere except in most published anthologies of contemporary poetry. Meanwhile poets with much to say and offer to the world find their only avenue to expression lies in self-publishing. This severely limits the size of one’s audience, marginalizing the voices of the newly emerging poetic revolutionaries who the contemporary world vitally needs to hear and read!

The age in which we arise as conscious beings is ever-increasingly being defined by a worldwide movement not only toward the rapid exchange of information but also toward a worldwide, rapid exchange of personal opinions. Yet, many outlets for contemporary poetry make a taboo of interjecting personal opinions, philosophy, and cultural-political-social commentary. In this way, poetry potentially marginalizes itself as a communicative medium.

Poetry is still enjoyed by people the world over. However, the kind of poetry most often preferred by contemporary culture exists as lyrics in much of today’s music. World populations cannot get enough of that form. Every month, the music industry releases new song collections to the public, who buy them voraciously, consuming them immediately. Then, this public expresses its insatiable desire for more. Songwriters have not feared to include ideas, thoughts and social commentary in their lyrics for decades now, and humanity considers much of their content worthy of the classification as being considered art. The “art-worthiness” of something cannot be determined in the present and is not a concept one should strive to apply toward one’s own work. If well-crafted communication is the minimum value to pursue, let inspired and moving incantation be the aim. History can decide if art exists after we’re dead!

Let us look briefly at some of the basic, historical differences between occidental music and poetry. Troubadours tended to roam across the countryside, composing songs along their travels as pieces of comedy, romance, drama, history or tragedy. They were primarily entertainers. These same genres served poets and playwrights in their creations. Song lyrics, just like poems prior to the appearance of free verse, have form, meter and rhyme schemes. Both can (and often do) employ literary techniques such as: symbolism, simile, metaphor, personification, alliteration, etc. Songs, traditionally, tended to deal with lighter subject matter than poetry.

A smattering list of songwriters (from John Lennon to Bob Dylan to Jim Morrison to Paul Simon to Peter Sinfield to Ian Anderson to Pete Townsend to Pete Brown to Joni Mitchell to Laura Nyro to Stevie Wonder to Marvin Gaye to Neil Young to Graham Nash to Roger Waters to Jon Anderson to Bono to Bernie Taupin to Sting to Bruce Springsteen to Billy Joe Armstrong, just to name of few) combine to evidence the degree of influence poetic sensibilities and universal subject matter exert on contemporary song lyrics. This movement has been incorporated by those of the streets in spoken word poetry, hip hop and rap. The success of these writers only proves the hunger in the public for a poetry which speaks directly to them and which is bold enough to lay the writers’ belief systems and societal judgments on the line for all to see and assess like Alexander Pope and others in other centuries have done in the past, knowing this is a service necessary and beneficial to humanity.

Another concern regards how the points and lessons poets wish to impart to posterity often become obfuscated by failing to deal with the concepts in even a moderate degree of straightforwardness. For instance, The Iliad was written by Homer at least in part to point out wars’ inhumanity, its terrible waste of lives, cultures, human achievement and community. This is evidenced by a variety of details within the epic.

The first example arises from the realization that every Trojan citizen was killed by the invading Greeks. If Homer wanted us to arrive at the opinion that war is both heroic and glorious, why would he write a story in which every innocent and non-culpable person met a fate they did not deserve? Furthermore, none of the Trojan citizens’ deaths were caused in the least by heroic acts perpetrated by the victors. No, the city was sacked and the populace murdered ignominiously by the Greek invaders in the dead of night, not because of some sort of heroic, glorious, against-all-odds battle, but through a ruse of subterfuge and the Trojans’ stupidity in bringing the wooden horse into their city.

The next clue to understanding that Homer wrote to denigrate war rather that extol it becomes apparent when realizing that the war was fought over a woman’s infidelity. Does anyone really believe Homer honestly wanted us to accept that any degree of beauty, even of mythic proportions as suggested for Helen, should suffice as a valid reason for a whole population to sacrifice life, limb, family and prosperity? Would it be acceptable to American’s for the U.S. to entertain a war over the reputation or sexual exploits of Madonna, Jenna Jamison or Miss America? No, while Homer provided us with additional, geopolitical concerns which fueled the war, he also made it clear, those were Agamemnon’s thinly veiled agenda, but that the other Greeks generally went to war to aid Menelaus’ in reclaiming his wife and his honor. Here we see yet another example of Homer showing the power in political subterfuge and the manifestation of machinations’ ability to control and use people without regard for their safety or value.

Another indication lies in the death of the champions for each side, Ajax and Achilles for the Greeks and Hector for Troy. None of the champions survived. One would think if war is glorious, the victory would be the result of the titanic battle between the two sides’ champions, Achilles and Ajax for the Greeks and Hector for Troy, and to the victor would accrue the spoils. That was not the case in The Iliad. Those who usurped the spoils were the least honorable among the victors! Furthermore, the war did not conclude after the great clash between the champions, Achilles and Hector. Indeed, after Achilles killed Hector, the war remained unwinnable for an approximate period of ten years until the Greeks devised the strategy of the Trojan horse.

Next, let us view the treatment of Odysseus. Here was a man who acted honorably throughout the war. True, it was he who conceived the plan to infiltrate Troy with the horse. However, Agamemnon was a tyrant, the chief architect of the war and most despicable character in The Iliad. Rather than subject Agamemnon to the ordeal described in his sequel, The Odyssey, Homer subjected the much more minor and honorable figure, Odysseus, and his completely inculpable family, to endure the affront that Agamemnon won the spoils and earned acclaim while Odysseus was sent adrift by fickle gods and goddesses for no real reason other than that he was one among all who failed to offer the proper sacrifices to the gods in gratitude for victory.

What has come to us through the ages is a completely different view of Homer’s intended meaning. War was glorified by succeeding generations because of a failure to understand the irony in some of Homer’s lines and the failure to subject the story to more rational analysis. From time immemorial, the broad population of humanity was taught by those in political control to see war as glorious, as honorable and as pleasing to the gods (and later to God). Kings, Emperors, Popes and madmen have used this epic (and a litany of later writing) as a means of subverting the will of the people, brainwashing them into jumping off whatever cliffs rulers deemed necessary.

The point of this discussion was not to provide another analysis of Homer’s great epic. This is far from an exhaustive analysis. The point is to show how real meaning can not only be misunderstood, but also subverted for ulterior motives when an author relies solely upon symbol, metaphor, irony and allusion to impart intended meaning. I believe in an unequivocal necessity for leaving a deeper and clearer indication of the poets’ intended meaning if that meaning is to stand the tests of time, language, interpretation and translation without later being subverted.

In a world in which everything is readily available to the consumer, most contemporary poetry cloaks its truths, aims, beliefs, warnings, council, hopes and fears in shrouds of obscurity (literary devices like symbol, metaphor, irony and allusion), which were conceived in the name of art, but which only serve to drive wedges between poets and potential audiences, erect barriers to communicating the intended meaning of poets to the world at large (both contemporary and future), and render the influence of contemporary poetry almost nil. Poets must relearn to identify with everyone, including the common person, give up the smug sense of superiority which is often expressed in literary devices, self-conscious stylings and forms, and the occasionally expressed condescending unwillingness to explain themselves and their poems' meanings. Poets must accept that to have any value, their poems must first communicate with an audience. To cultivate an audience requires poets to identify with that audience.

If poets have a sincere desire to broaden the interest in their art, and if they really want to fulfill the duties of social critics, historical commentators, philosophical investigators and moral compasses for society (as should be poets’ aims), they must be willing to speak to people in a language commonly in use, as Whitman, Wordsworth, Coleridge, Eliot, Pound, Ferlinghetti and Ginsberg (and many others) all have indicated must be prized. I will be the first to admit that the Eliot’s revolution continues today, and use of common vernacular, as opposed to some idea of a traditional, poetic diction and vocabulary, is not the problem facing today’s poetry.

I contend it is not just a common vernacular which is to be prized in poetry, but also a common modality in communication expressed by a generation, age, movement, culture, lifestyle, economic system, and/or technological development which will impact and influence what someday may be considered as constituting art in poetry at any given time, but which, nonetheless, must be the aspiration of poets who want to reach a public and inspire that public to its highest potential. The contemporary need poetry must address is its ever-growing commercial irrelevance. That commercial irrelevance means poets are not reaching an audience and that they are, consequently, failing to inspire their generation into pursuing humanity’s highest aims.

I create poetry with these ideas in mind. I’ll be the first to admit, I am self-taught, with my own theory. I contend, however, that makes me, like Whitman, Dickinson and Ginsberg: of the people and common. But I can only hope my commonness aids in transcending barriers between my poetry and its ability to reach an audience. At the same time, my approach allows me to focus on taking the best of what I’ve learned, jumble it all together and distill it through a re-defining prism in order to color it with emotion and universality. It is my goal to find a balance in poetic-artistic sensibilities between the need to create communicative experiments which show as opposed to tell with the wish of engaging in beliefs, ideas, emotions and thoughts as well as sensory feelings in Donne’s tradition, but updated for current trends, ideas, language and modes of communication. However, in order to reach a contemporary audience, publishers must understand and accept a commensurate dedication to applying the principles for expressing artistic poetry and, more than just making future poetry available to audiences, sing the praises of this new poetry to the great public in a commercially urgent manner!

Sensory feelings are only half what makes us human. Shall we lobotomize our poetry and deny the existence of the mind in order to hold tight to some status quo perception of what constitutes art? Is it our place to try to define art in our own times and own, self-indulgent terms to benefit our individual self-interests as economic units? Is anything art if it does not communicate to a broad audience? Can we call poetry communication if no one but another poet or critic really understands what the poet seeks to convey and/or is even willing to read the poem?

I sincerely believe there is room in poetry without sacrificing “artistic integrity” for lines which provide intellectual commentary or which arrive at intellectual conclusions just as did the poets of the so-called Victorian, Romantic and Metaphysical movements from Milton to Pope to Dante and Donne through Browning and Tennyson, stretching back to Homer, Hesiod and Ovid. Shakespeare’s writing provides the greatest of all examples of intellectual verse!

Is it not the responsibility of a poet to craft beauty and elicit emotional content out of common concerns, questions, themes and judgments? I believe so! Don’t poets owe a debt of clarity, honesty and openness to their readers? Again, I believe we must address the concern that some things are too important for us not to be forthright with our insights into beliefs and understanding. I also believe we do humanity a disservice by failing to increase the impact and influence of poetry in the contemporary world, just as we debase the respect and value our current crass society and culture of consumerism and convenience hold for the poets and poetry of ages past at the same time. The more we, and publishers who do not invest commercial urgency into the collections of poetry they publish, devalue contemporary poetry and poets by failing to reach a contemporary audience, the more a commensurate devaluation of our rich, human, poetic heritage results.

One will find in my poetry an expression of fascination for a variety of techniques. The music in my poetry is enhanced by such tools as alliteration, both consonance and assonance. Atmosphere, mood and ambiance are intricately tied to setting and theme, either to enhance the desired effect or to heighten the degree of irony in the ending. Irony, sarcasm and cynicism are other tools I employ a great deal in all of my writing. One will certainly discover anger in my poetry as well, since anger is a legitimate human emotion and affects our world. I also occasionally create portmanteau words, such as “emptyrising” from my poem Wanderings.

I find line enjambment and end stopped lines both useful in different situations. I find line enjambment heightens plurisignation. I believe that by providing multiple meanings (plurisignation) to lines in poems through enjambment (which is the technique where lines are broken not at the end of a thought, but somewhere before it has resolved, allowing the inference of plurisignation’s multiple meanings), the poet causes their work to more closely mirror real life.

Symbolism is rife throughout my poetry and is steeped in the French symbolist movement led by Baudelaire. The French symbolists exploited the use of privately concocted symbols of rich suggestiveness. I attempt the same, yet in a manner consistent with Donne’s early Metaphysical poetry, meaning that I use ideas and thoughts as symbols as well as employing events and physical objects as symbols often alluding to concepts. I do not believe one can divorce one’s intellect from one’s emotional self and still synthesize meaning and understanding from experience and sensation.

I also take great care to incorporate symbolism from an impressionist point of view – meaning that even in a world we agree to accept as being objectively real, the perceptions each of us experience and conclusions we draw are all varied, or subjective. In other words, we each approach reality differently, based on individual, subjective impressions of that reality. Such a view of subjectivity implies all symbolism must be impressionist.

I also incorporate surrealism and acknowledge my debt to the French surrealist movement begun in the 1920s with the appearance of André Breton’s Manifesto on Surrealism. The book expressed Breton’s goal of aiming for a revolution against all restraints on the free functioning of the human mind. Breton suggested a universal need among individuals, and society as a whole, to end what he called the “tyranny of certainty.” He felt the more natural human state was based on error of perception, error in analysis, error of understanding, and error in conclusion. Hence, imposing a surrealist perspective promotes freedom from uniformity, which is nothing more than conformity and always yields a false sense of certainty.

The concept of certainty, in a world where objective reality can never be apprehended because of the barrier each of us imposes to it through the intercession of subjective individual perspective, is patently absurd. Consequently, one will find absurdist interjections from time to time in my poetry. Without giving up the disciplines of logic, reason, morality and convention, I believe one must loosen restraints on them in order to transcend the control they exert on the individual mind. Strip society of its tyranny over the mind and the individual will find the freedom to arrive at their unique, individual interpretation of meaning as well as be able to impose that interpretation in their life as they deem appropriate. I believe poetry is all about putting one’s faith in freedom and exploring the possibilities life presents. So, it follows that incorporating and utilizing every technique which can aid in the loosening of society’s control over the mind will find expression in my poetry.

However, I believe that combining impressionist symbolism through a lens of absurdist surrealism, while critical to creating paradoxical (and highly ironic) poetry which can aspire to challenge readers to see the world in new ways, is not enough by itself to assist an approach to transcendence. I have carried my interest for surrealism into what I call psychedelicism, which indicates the bending of the mind in order to encourage transcendence through exploring insight and opening up consciousness to previously unknown aspects of itself. Psychedelic experiences result in creative exuberance arising from liberation over accepted, normal perception. My theory of psychedelicism seeks to incorporate exalted states of awareness and mysticism to create a bridge from the mundane to the quasi-divine. The psychedelic experience arises in my poetry as poet, poem and reader all travel streams of consciousness to heretofore unimagined conceptions of reality.

I also hold that the use of these mind bending techniques will always be ineffective in leading to transcendence unless the poetry from which it springs also remains grounded in naturalism, realism, and a sense of bucolic, pastoral harmony. As a result, I seek to create a foundation in truth and reality strong enough that fancy and insight may lift readers to ride upon them and thus see both into and through reality.

An additional reason for my assertion for the need to ground contemporary poetry in naturalism resides in the realization that our era rests upon a precipice where nature is not only rapidly being erased by the ever-encroaching urban sprawl, but it is also prone to eradication due to the effects of machines, technology and the industrial revolution. The entire 20th century has been a period when nature and the wild have been devalued to the cult of money. Consequently, there has never been a more significant time in human history to extol the virtues, beauty and value of nature in its most pristine state. Reverential attitudes toward nature in one’s poetry can only assist us to live in harmony on the planet.

I also strive to integrate modern scientific knowledge with arcane classicism to challenge minds out of Postmodernism and create meaningfully ironic juxtapositions. Often, one will encounter archetypes used as symbols and actors. I also incorporate Donne’s technique of the Metaphysical Conceit, where dissimilar images are combined and the hidden resemblances in things which appear otherwise unalike are exposed. Additional techniques employed in my poetry include healthy doses of cynicism and sarcasm learned from Pope, use of the “mock-heroic” couplet (also learned from Pope), personification of inanimate objects (and sometimes even ideas), occasional hyperbole (often to intensify irony) and occasional satire.

Everyone who writes poetry seeks to incite the passions of the reader. Often poets receive little acclaim in their lifetimes, leaving, in those instances, many poets’ aspirations as appearing to later readers as having been lonely, thankless or unredeemed efforts. Still, it isn’t acclaim a poet seeks (or certainly shouldn’t be and is not my goal in the least). When the words of the muses ring in ones ears, when one cannot stop the pen from gliding across the page, and when one is compelled for no other reason than the love of humanity and the universe, then one will discover the great joy the craft and artifice can offer. If I can lift your spirits, if you can feel the emotions coursing within me, if I can challenge you to think, and if I can incite you to feel and live more fully, then my heart and soul will rejoice.

The time has arrived to pursue the fifth revolution in poetics. There have been four previous epochs in history when breaks were made with the past by devising new styles or movements to meet the changing needs of a new epoch because of the rise of a new social class, a changed world picture, new scientific theories, religious, social or economic developments, or a combination of those conditions.

John Donne was instrumental in the first revolution which pursued a course through the 1600s. He altered the style and quality of poetic sensibility and developed the Metaphysical movement. The next revolution occurred in the 1660s, when Dryden and Pope led the movement toward the heroic couplet, away from mystery and paradox, away from imaginative or spiritual pioneering, and toward a crisp, plain and effective language which seemed to record what all men were thinking in their age while commenting on social and political conditions of their times. At the end of the 18th century, Wordsworth and Coleridge introduced the third revolution to purge poetry of endemic and antiquated language and diction. Finally, as discussed, Eliot and Pound led the fourth revolution, to continue the work of Wordsworth and to purge intellectualism from poetic content.

Today, we are not only ripe for the next revolution, and not only is the state of poetry’s commercial irrelevance in contemporary culture creating a climate where the revolution is necessary if poetry is to survive as anything other than an anachronistic relic of the past without any further use to humanity, but the events of September 11, 2001 in concert with both Climate Change and the development and proliferation of the internet have created another paradigm shift in the history of humanity, the kind demanding a revolution in poetry, just as it demands a revolution in every aspect of our way of life to save us from the worst effects Climate Change can wreck and the threat of an unending war against terrorism which can never be won. That war will forever remain unwinnable because no matter how many followers of an idea a culture or nation kills, it remains impossible to kill an idea. Ideas die when their usefulness ends.

My writing seeks to be revolutionary, not just in poetry, but in all human endeavors. It expresses my desire for a non-violent revolution in which people demand their freedom, use it wisely, and respect all other life on the planet. We are living through a paradigm shift as great as the Industrial Revolution, as great as the Agrarian Revolution, as great as the Renaissance, as great as the Age of Enlightenment, or just as easily, as terrible as the Dark Ages, perhaps even annihilation. Communicative capabilities have never been more widespread, immediate or intellectually stimulating. How we react to all the crises we’ve co-created will determine our future.

This is not a time to leave the driving to others. This is a time to get involved, to be aware, to become knowledgeable and to increase one’s insight and analytic skills. I am striving to incorporate in my poetry of juxtaposing Multiplicity with Singularity and Unity, and Individualism with Interconnection, challenges to the reader which are designed to heighten the pleasure in reading as well as hone analytic skills needed for the future. My writing has been a labor of love and joy. I offer it with love, respect and humility.

Monday, December 15, 2008

A Critical Mass

For the human race to survive, the human race must remain civilized.” - Rod Serling

Dreams form the space between heartbeats – life
advances by inhaling rain’s perfume, or listening
to the ocean’s roar; unrelenting torrents release
information in floods, at lightning speed. What are we
missing right now? Why must we yearn?
Knowledge appears complexly thorough,
yet remains a blank page to the superstitious.
Oh Clio! Lead me down your byway, to understanding’s harbor.

Kether
Anticipation
Unity > Infinity


An airless breeze hung
still, languidly unblowing
on a faceless void.

Breath suspended in still silence. Uniform
un-form sketched itself upon a blank
canvas. Uncondensed molecules, huelessly
unpainted, roamed where a needleless
compass failed to indicate.

Eternal nothingness floated
upon a waterless sea: Oceanos.
Behold Oceanos as the circle,
a completed, omnipresent circuit.

Latently, origin and terminus
co-situated non-existently.

Oceanos sat poised, ready
to beget endlessly,
self-satisfied within unprovoked potency,
a unified whole – unrealized contentment.

Singularity, coreless and unclothed,
rested: inertialessly inert.

Tranquil harmony tolled unimagined bells
with a soundless, polyphonic symphony,
unheard, desireless and unsung.

Oh immanent Oceanos, in Oneness
with Tethys, inseparably united
like the caduceus, you wind indivisibly
as Father/Mother: the Original Originator –
your realm transcends contemplation:
not of the Beyond, just the Beyond.

Pre-existent Pluto’s subatomic potential
hid in the yet to be conceived Underworld,
scalelessly balanced, an utterly
whole unmanifestation.

Dreamless sleep permeated
while Undifferentiated Unity soared
unexpressed, unaware and undesigned:
pre-cognitive, like Oliver Sacks’
“sleepy sickness” patients.

Chokmah
Action
Singularity = Duality


The monad yawned and stretched. A great,
insatiable, Supra-Massive Black Hole pulsed
incessant rhythm at Unity’s
heart – uncovering Splendor, impelling
Singularity to erupt from a critical mass.

Universal Supra-Consciousness, Ouranos,
emerged into Duality with Gaia: each saw
their reflections arise together upon Oceanos’
placid face – the looking glass,
where Ouranos’ and Gaia’s gazes awoke.

Ouranos, the great impeller,
Prime Mover, through Eros
you embolden Creation:

Copulation encouraged –
worth’s ultimate expression:
union through Loving intent.
Birth implicates meaning.

Mass and energy differentiated. Yang
quark encountered yin electron
intuitively. One mitosis yields two:
Adam/thesis/male/positive/active/energy/light
inferred a shadow reality –
Eve/antithesis/female/negative/receptive/mass/darkness.

Only awareness of other yields self-comprehension:
definitions express nuances in relationship.

Mercifully, from the primordial relativistic
jet and plasma beacon,
illumination flashed: lightning
bolted from nowhere –
a strobe light upon the vast nothing,
kick-starting energy’s ignition.

Compressed to implosive collapse,
a critical mass exerted pressure’s
presence from crevasse.

Binah
Fertilization
Triplicity ≠ Infinity


Primal Adam and Eve fell
in love at first sight, instantly
kissing and caressing –

potential energy kineticized
and condensed into dew
drops, atomic energy. Free
radicals initiated a revolution –
attraction manifested fusion and fission.

Exhibitionism’s brilliant explosion –
rainbow-hued fertilization: the Cosmic
Dialectic exacting synthesis.

Darkness cleaved itself
from light: Unity committed suicide.

Pre-eternity
spiraled in an Irish jig
hosting its own wake.

Gaia, Creation’s organic thread,
slowly poked her orphaned head
from a womb - expiring Unity.
Awareness, born from Death’s fertility,
sang out a joyous tune
for the palingenetic retinue
and deep respect for the loving gift
implicit in Saturn’s severe shift.

Adam’s sweet kisses and soft
caresses inflamed Eve’s passion.

Quarks fused randomly: protons
and neutrons invented
a tango. The dance lacked form until electrons
encircled nuclei. Their orbits consummated
dance, plucking notes (harmonic string vibrations) –
the Celestial Song, upon the lyre: spacetime.
hydrogen and helium configured.

Oceanos’ infinite potential
issued
vas deferens’ river, chance,
through Ouranos’ uninterrupted current:
a primal stream inseminating fertility.
The incessant urge impregnated
Gaia’s eternal vaginal dance,
releasing fertilized eggs –
imagination’s embryonic proclivity.

Tension mounted. Atoms accumulated. Impelled
by an intuitive, yet inarticulate,
memory of Unity, (desire) Oneness
insisted union. Atoms shared adulterous
electrons, the dance’s grip tightened. Mutually
obsessive embraces urged erotic
copulation: nuclei devoured
nuclei, merging – increasing
complexity ≠ modeling – and expanding Splendor.

Passion’s heat intensified. Speed
persisted fomenting friction and prodded.
Adam and Eve wed, their marriage sanctified
by eternal vows. Perpetual mating, monogamy’s
ultimate expression, co-mingled
essences. Slowly passion secreted
pre-orgasmic fluids: the lovers’ ritual
shone forth as the original, active, galactic
pulse in cosmic darkness - a rapturous beacon.

Adam’s energy willfully inseminated Eve’s mass,
lewdly fueling expansion, impregnating her.

Atoms and molecules sparked
into existence. Ceaseless labor conceived
streams, painting spacetime’s curvature.

Imagine a spherical rosebud – petals unravel
in pairs, emanations stretch: each petal
a universe within a voidless void, infinite
fields where quarks’ and electrons’ energy
remains yet unkineticized. Our petal breathes
youthfully – still unfolding and becoming.

Adam and Eve’s petulant hearts
sustained, multiplied and diversified
nature through emanations - petal after unfolding
petal. Unending union sanctified and glorified each
pregnant, protruding universe, curving out
a dimension unique and complete unto itself.

You’ve just dined upon the fruit from the Tree
of Knowledge. The pulp, so succulent
and meaty, always perfectly ripe, nourishes
the cosmos. Devour it! Slurp up
the juices! Swallow the pit whole!
Only when yin and yang combine
is perfect sustenance provoked.
Without seasons’ spicy balance, the fruit
fails to satisfy: The Fall’s augury.

Consuming the fruit was never forbidden,
the act lay implicit in spacetime’s
petals’ flowering. Taboo lay
in discarding the seed.

Da’ath
Gestation
Unity/Singularity


The landscape forged unformed as substance
proliferated shapelessly. A kitten-like curiosity
resonated amid haphazard mewing musings.
Mystery sought adventure in Poseidon’s realm
through an Odyssey – wondrous encounters
across the Celestial Aegean. The mischievous
celestial sea, fertile contingency, inundated
Splendor with paradox, as Cronos
tick-tocked into existence.

Yin and yang coalesced awareness.
Knowah herded them onto the Ark,
Together they might navigate Cronos’
Chaos. All the while, our petal of spacetime’s
flower inculcated existence:
myriad machinations’ manifestations.

A Supra-Massive Black Hole – no where’s center,
nothing/all – discovered a seed at its core
and erupted in great jets, mass spewed: cosmic
dust, atoms, molecules and microwave
radiation. Then it all collapsed back
into the maelstrom’s insatiable black hole –

Creation fed upon itself, as Cronos ate
his own young. Then, Creation erupted:
just as Cronos’ young sprang from his gut,
vigorous actors upon the stage.

Adam and Eve’s tango’s tempo torturously torqued –
a dynamic, universal turbine. The perpetual motion
machine embarked on self-discovery’s journey,
consciously initiating Original Orgasm: The Big Bang!

Knowah scattered seeds across the Celestial Aegean.
Yin and yang germinated into Super-Massive Black Holes,
eyes in each new maelstrom: perpetual,
self-inseminating incubators – each wielding
a relativistic jet, pulsing – feeding
the black hole’s insatiable hunger,
simultaneously spewing forth material to populate
the vast, blankblack canvas. Thusly, Knowah birthed
galaxies across an instantly expanding spacetime.

Fecundating Love spread out like honey
on the rose petal, dripping and oozing into newly
formed reaches. Love pumped the lifeblood –
Splendor flowed through every expression.

Whirling, swirling clouds of cosmic mass
and primal energy warped
the expanding universal curvature.

Pregnant with possibility,
galaxies developed according to their own volition:
Oceanos’ halcyon waters slowly receded.

Mass condensed into matter:
stars were born from molecules,
collecting into white-hot furnaces.
Adam and Eve’s fruit: only
evolutionary death breeds revolutionary Splendor.

Matter’s denser collections spiraled
serenely across spacetime.

Evolution’s inertia
incited cosmic revolution’s
determined expression – liberating actualities.
As Adam and Eve perpetually copulated,
Knowah encouraged yin and yang, who populated
the universe with multiplying galaxies.

Mysterious Balance constantly reasserts itself.

Chesed
Expansion
(Air + Fire + Earth + Water) = Infinity (Unity/Singularity)


Profligate potential
imprinted our petal,
spacetime, with physical Laws.

When Moses encountered the Burning Bush,
he apprehended justice as an epitome,
Jupiter’s expression –
Love and Creation are one!

Life emerged from Unity’s merciful
sacrifice, hope vested in its child.

Chance’s soothing balm forested a desert’s
landscaped imagination with undreamed saplings.

A nascent eternal flame reflected wildly
in Moses’ cornea, etching upon his retinas
a vision: Adam and Eve’s perpetual union.

Mass gathered into white-hot cores, spinning
molecules collected, whirling masses corralling
electromagnetic fields, tightly compressing –
spheres. Constant combustion: stars blossomed
in the night like lily islands on a tranquil pond.

A Hebrew slave conceived and delivered Moses.
This child, as future lawgiver to a nation,
would impose Order upon Chaos.

In the beginning, Chaos dominated
spacetime. Super-Massive Black Holes sparked
flaming expansion where No-Thing once reigned.

Coupled, Adam and Eve spawned
generation’s random fountains. Our rose
petal wove a hive and structure bore fragrant symmetry,
just as Zeus orchestrated the Greeks from Olympus.
Accumulating atoms and molecules coalesced, balled
up – denser and heavier, energetic masses.

Gravity and electromagnetism bound
Infinity in limitations.

Moses, the child, floated on the Nile –
life’s river –
until discovered by Bithia;
she bequeathed him a legacy –
power, wealth and kingdom:
a proffered glorification to her own vanity.

Egyptian society arose from a schism:
Unity spawned Duality.

Temptations, power and greed revealed
a flaming eternal truth: rule by one
enslaves multitudes, rule by any –
tyranny. Complete, unbound, unfettered
Freedom liberates all. The only Laws?
Free Will, Opportunity, Respect,
Understanding and Acceptance.

Moses rejected dominion, traversing his desert,
ignorance; he found nourishment in union
With Zipporah: his necessary counterweight. Moses
overcame obsession by achieving Balance,
ascending a knowledgeable mountain.

The Burning Bush, a living
flame, revealed Unity in aspiration.

The Burning Bush inflamed Moses,
whose descent from the penultimate height
bridged a chasm separating Adam and Eve.
So, Moses mainlined insurrection’s injection
into Free Will’s bulging vein, releasing
Egypt’s Hebrew slaves.

The first primordial stars compressed
tightly, exploding mini celestial
orgasms. Mass spewed forth
from cores. Super-massive nebulae
and great clouds billowed cosmic
dust, demarcating seeded regions.

Electromagnetism and gravity
restricted dispersing mass: cosmic
dust swirled into elliptical orbits
collecting new galaxies:
stars, solar systems in billions,
planets, asteroids and comets.
Cohesion’s spell bewitched the rose petal.

Electromagnetism and gravity express
subservience to Attraction
in opposition to Repulsion –
together, they reflect a union, mass
and energy. Re-consecrating Adam
and Eve’s marriage wrought Symmetry
across spacetime’s fabric.

Moses returned to Egypt,
and lovingly liberated Free Will,
leading the former slaves through
a parted Red Sea. His nation’s birth rushed
headlong between menstrually mature,
labia-shaped, oceanic pillars, leaving
behind the security-blanket
placenta – Egypt – to suckle upon nourishing
breasts: happenstance, mother sea.

Harmonically Symmetrical spacetime
underlies cosmic Creation.
Evolution cuts a wake,
releasing ripples, possibilities,
from chaotic shackles
vibrating across celestial waters.

Geburah
Disintegration
(Smell + Taste + Hearing + Sight + Touch)
< Unity

Love,
physics,
evolution,
and natural selection
carry
a
metaphysical
DNA.

Mars bled struggle and strife
as limitation and death’s
imposeur
Ares introduced the eternal battle:
orator facing orator in endless debate.

Evolution severely demarcated Universal
Boundary –
one thing’s
was
transforms into
some
will be to come.

Moses led his nation to a great mountain’s
foot. He ascended and received ten
Laws. The people forged a golden calf
and offered up wild reverie: idle idol worship.

The primal stars exploded in brilliant
supernovae. The giant plume
clouds, gas and dust: gestating wombs
which gave birth to all
elements and every chemical reaction
occurring in stars, solar systems
and planets unleashed Splendor.

These supernovae blossomed across
spacetime sowing fields –
solar systems in Gravity’s plowed
rows. Consciousness evolved
from “
I am and you are
into “
I become as you sacrifice.

Upon this stage, ten newly cast actors graced the playbill:
inertia, friction, combustion, dissipation,
reduction, definition, interaction,
inspiration, condensation and
creative expression.

The petal’s rosy expansion slowed
as color’s first blush
brushed in broad strokes:
Gravity curved a rainbow
from all wavelengths.

Moses promised his nation milk and honey –
entry’s right required rite’s passage.
Forty years the Israelites arduously
roamed the desert expanse fraught with hardship:
evolution exerts change slowly and exhaustively.

The dissonant jazz,
cacophonic counterpoint,
segued into a bolero
performed in adagio cadence.
Like a chalcedony chalice
bejeweled with emeralds and jade,
Order crystallized: chordal triads
echoing through the rose petal.

Seasonal cycles yielded eons – progressive permutations,
innumerable experiments in evolution’s
laboratory, editing the play
with Shakespearean craft.

Every law etched by Moses
upon the stone tablets ossified
wry smiles from marrow into bone.
A societal skeleton, framed on communal variety,
supported sinews, loosely linking every extremity.

The Israelites entered a mountain pass and stood
upon the borderline to the Promised Land.

Tipareth
Integration
The Heart = Infinity/Unity

Nuit gazed lovingly upon the Earth. Feminine
intuition informed her, this tiny-blue orb spiraling
through the heavens reached fertility. She ached
to express her Creative urge, so Nuit planted
two seeds into the rich, virgin soil.

Ptah saw life’s seeds gestating
in the Nile’s banks. Smiling broadly
upon Nuit’s impulse, his countenance
beamed bright, warming rays, life
activating, golden sunlight.

The Nile swelled with joy and flooded
its banks. First spring awoke Earth
from hibernation. The seeds
germinated, sprouted and bore fruit: Isis and Osiris
manifested – goddess and god incarnate.

Evolution spins a constantly diversifying
web, complexity. Solar systems throughout
the galaxies felt the heat in the tango’s beat,
whirling across the rose petal, rhythmically
to the Celestial Song. Natural pacing in planets’
orbits brought tranquil regularity to gravity.

On Earth, as it came from heaven, a violent
collision with a celestial body ripped off
some mass and formed a lunar satellite
(Athene was born from a lopped-off piece
of Zeus’s head), tilting the planet. The axial
tilt induced seasons’ forced labor.
Persephone, winter-death and spring-rebirth,
arose with fresh blossoms
from her Underworld descent, giving rise
to seasons on Earth and grains’ sprouts.

Comets and asteroids pelted
the Earth’s surface, depositing
water by the mouthfuls upon the sere
crust. In eons, oceans washed the globe.

Organic molecules and carbon compounds
carried on intergalactic winds
inseminated Earth though cosmic comets’
pelting, seeded with DNA.

Seasonal mysteries unraveled before
Osiris and Isis, agricultural masters. Together,
they tamed oxen to lessen burden’s
onus. They taught harvest and husbandry,
neither to dominate nor restrict
nature, rather, to advance Splendor.

Life on Earth stewed up from chance's
organic chemistry experiment, still occurring
right now, far off in interstellar space’s
cold reaches. A double helix wove within
chemical reactions. Molecular structures sparked
single celled organisms. Colony combining,
they cohered into multi-cellular
bodies. Eons ticked off.
Earth’s waters’ vitality teemed.

Above the seas’ reach, where moist
soil began to stretch, the first cyanobacteria
injected molecular oxygen into the sky.
Fungi spawned an atmospheric renovation. Insects
crawled from the seas and fed
upon fungi, explored the land, carrying seeds
away from the waters. As the atmosphere grew
oxygen rich, the double helix evolved –
plants proliferated and insects assisted,
abetting pollination’s conspiracy.

Aquatic beings migrated
to the land where socialism reigned:
all workers received complete sustenance,
sole payment, a natural expression –
their unique life force.

In a world ripe with nourishment,
life forms evolved in gigantic proportions.

Set’s personal expression, emotion,
entertained desire’s taint and perversion:
Set envied his brother
craving Osiris’ earned adulation.

Osiris and Isis administered
prosperity through integration.
Streaming under serenely flowing viaducts,
their barges navigated the Nile
carrying equal harvest to all.

Set sought to impose tyranny.
Through acquiring great storehouses,
he could amass wealth and wield power.

Domination interposed through dominion
lay within Set’s scheme.
Set sought to murder his brother
and wrongfully reign as king.
Plot, contrived and exacted,
Set sent to Osiris’ feet
his flesh, anticipating aggrandizement,
hidden in a jar, an offering.

Once the jar was presented,
Set broke through the confines,
thrust his blade into Osiris’
heart, hacked off each arm
and leg, along with head and phallus.

A lifeless trunk gaped open to flood –
hope’s escape: oozing drops, sacred blood.

The seven severed pieces
were strewn in separate regions.
Thus sat Set upon Osiris’ throne,
a narcissistic sycophant
indulging chaotic whims.

Infinite potential expressed
in Creative Love received
restriction within the boundless
appetite for size achieved.

Immanent in nature’s expression for huge
erections - living, throbbing, gristle, muscle,
blood and bone, a critical mass - insatiable
hunger - consumed every nutritious
root and life force sown.

Dinosaurs devoured the landscape, frenzied
by riot, looting what they conceived
as their own supermarket, sucking diversity dry.

Adam’s involuntary vasectomy
spawned an eviscerating hysterectomy,
constraining Eve.
her un-inseminated fertility
yearned for Adam’s virility.
She longed to nurture and conceive.

Evolution’s abortion reduced abundance.
Capitalism, a rampant consumerism and illusive
affluence yielded universal poverty: diversity
gave way to monstrous edifices unable
to sustain themselves, monopolizing all paths
to prosperity – completely consuming
an economy not really their own.

Osiris navigated Styx,
the Underworld’s river. Maat weighed Osiris’
Ka upon the scale of deeds, finding
Balance against the feather.

The greater a being’s bearable lightness,
the less weight borne by the soul.

Maat admitted the divine son, unladen by personal
desire, into Abydos’ Elysian Fields. Osiris lacked
the obesity self-gratification accumulates through
stockpiling. The Osirian sacrifice opened Abydos’
doors for all who pass Maat’s test. A redeemer
and re-vitalizer, Osiris sat upon a rightful throne –
paradise unrestrained in the Underworld.

Under the world,
Earth’s bowels poised to hurl
up a rotting botulism, a dead end, for –
Splendor’s expansion found inhibition in self-absorbed,
gluttonous, consumptive demands: dinosaurs
insatiably consumed all inferior competitors,
monopolizing the marketplace with bully tactics,
and dominating the new world order’s didactics.

The dinosaur strategy to global, economic
ecology evidenced a naïve belief: its market
share could expand. The more they ate,
the hungrier they grew: ever-expanding
appetite in a world with limited resources.

Undaunted by their oxymoronic faith, have-more
dinosaurs subjugated the have-less classes –
order, genus and species, too! Dominion exerted
through hostile takeovers – have-less corporate
bodies led down the inevitable road
marked by a street sign named extinction.

Evolution refused to be imprisoned,
and appealed its sentence. A court with higher
authority, Nemesis, granted
certiorari, and overturned
the verdict. The illegal search and seizure
inherent in the domination exerted by Splendor
over itself thwarted Adam and Eve’s free
expression. Splendor’s encroaching
corpus delicti rendered habeus corpus moot.

The decision Nemesis drafted stated:
Self-preservation does not confer legitimacy
upon pre-emptive incursions! Honor, security,
civilization subsist through wisdom – equitable
distribution, and reverential respect for all life forms.


A brilliant, heavenly ball crashed
into the Earth releasing
a firestorm which consumed
many huge, corporate bodies.

A free marketplace’s pressures directed
all wealth into obese bellies, the most massive
economic units. The schism between classes spread
out in the widest chasm, the entire economy grew
perilous, until the market crashed in a momentary
flash from the cataclysmic event.

Nemesis, acting in evolving Earth’s name, imposed
her own revolution against tyranny by spewing
a pestilence from within Gaia’s bowels.
She erupted with great clouds - methane, sulfuric
acid and ash - amid molten lava oceans. Crystals
cut esophagi and poisoned lungs.
Dark clouds blotted out
light’s elixir and froze
the planetary surface. Wintry eons
consumed the opulent dinosaur monstrosities –
as, tiny mammals, the meek, entered,
and trod evolution’s stage.

With a revised manuscript, natural
selection began its task anew:
the vasectomy was reversed
and a critical mass averted, when
evolving mammalian DNA rose
from within the eddying gene pool.

Isis refused submission to grief:
motherhood yearned from within her.
She searched every remote locale
and gathered six Osirian extremities.
Only the phallus eluded her grasp.

It came to pass in her wanderings
that a fish explained to Isis
tt had swallowed the member,
still whole in its belly.
Isis begged for phallus’
release. The fish agreed
to sacrifice its own desires and life
so Osiris might raise his scepter again.

The fish swam into Isis’ open hands.
She gave thanks for selflessness, sliced open
the fish, grasped the phallus and exposed it
to the Sun’s brilliance. Isis blessed
the fish, and sewed closed its wound,
returning it to the Nile. It swam away.

Isis gathered together each body
part and reassembled Osiris lifeless form
upon an expectant altar. She placed
the phallus inside her womb and rocked
herself on the member. Finally, Isis kissed
life’s breath back into Osiris’ lungs.

Ptah and Nuit sanctified their offspring’s
copulation. Osiris shuddered, and issued forth
into Isis’ womb, conceiving Horus, as
Osiris rose from the dead.

The earth moved from the conjugal explosion
and Set was non-violently toppled
from the precarious throne
aggrandizing self sets atop tranquil Splendor.

Netzach
Opulence
7 Chakras = Infinity/Unity (Air + Fire + Earth + Water)

Consciousness evolved in bounds and leaps.
Through invention, neurons and synapses,
a ladder was built upon the tree
igniting a chain, synaptic complexity:
the path to a doorstep, humanity.

Venus reflects in morn and eve.
Hypnotic glints attract
neurotic hallucinations,
indulging voluptuous appetites.

Cronos excised Ouranos’ phallus
from whence it fell into the ocean;
the restless waves tossed the member
upon wild abandon’s currents.

White foam gathered about the phallus –
waves’ crests issued from Poseidon.
The frothy, foamy white coalesced
into a phosphorescent maiden
with beauty and countenance
no mortal ever laid eyes on.

Aphrodite swam and surfed as if she floated
till she reached Cyprus’ shore.
Mystified, Zeus awarded
a charge and office well adorned:
over whispering maidens, laughter and hoaxes,
sweet lust, kindness and over lore,
upon beauty, Love and all art forms
Aphrodite reigned, forevermore.

Individuals mated, consorted, and bred,
grouping as families through intuitive
urges - synaptic evolution.

Aphrodite’s heart radiated rainbows
and songs, pulsing through her core
from high above into every noble human
endeavor. Harmony rained
like doves’ feathers fluffed.
Unremitting frolic cavorted through the woods
as Balance reigned over Splendor through Love,
till arose a new infection:
with base emotions was this reign rebuffed.

Aphrodite’s charm, so chilly, encouraged
elitism and manifested imagined
destiny. Entranced by pleasure, leisure yielded
desire, and Aphrodite decanted insatiability
in her lust for insouciant luxury.

Mother Earth warmed again to nurture
human clans. Nature’s scale redefined
size with touches subtle and refined: grandiose
passed from fashion, a new sensibility arose.

Humans found the warming world
generally to their liking, relocating
from their caves, claiming the most valuable
real estate, even erecting homes they designed –
so momentous in the Earth’s annals, nature
now had a competing creator
who would will, for better or for worse.

The riven bark from the myrrh tree yields
a resinous gum, fragrant and sweet. A god-child
condensed from this substance, more handsome
than any mortal man, miraculously born
and elegantly chiseled – he could bear
only the name, Adonis. Love’s goddess, struck
with lightning by the apparition, awe provoking
perfected male. Her lust deepened with the myrrh
tree’s roots and branched through the heavens,
ever-unfolding, her seductive fragrance
permeated the firmament. Aphrodite sought
Beauty in variation. Vagaries and chance
excited her curiosity. Every succulent pomegranate
leaving flavor’s aroma on Aphrodite’s tongue whet
her palate for wine, grapes demanded cheese, and love,
for Love’s goddess, insisted Adonis.

Aphrodite shared Adonis with the sweet
Persephone. Zeus decreed this. The two goddesses,
together, nurtured Adonis from child
to adult. Since both showered him,
unbridled lust demanded a claim.

Zeus opined, “
Love does not own,
nor does it ever restrict;
Love’s meant to rain in torrents,
freely, unfettered and unfixed.


Since they expressed Love as a selfish need,
neither Aphrodite nor Persephone earned,
entitlement to take Adonis’ seed.

One third year was awarded to each,
to compensate for the debt,
while a third Zeus bestowed on Adonis
to wield from his own intent.

Through free expression does true Love flow,
decreed Zeus, in wisdom’s course.

As humans tamed fire, they arose from ashes
as gods. The wheel revealed the calendar,
calculated the seasons,
propelled the barrow,
encouraged agriculture,
and charted stars’ movements across the night.

Aphrodite, having so much,
feared losing even a little.
She ached for more, cowering
at notions that pleasure be whittled.

Open minds shine light in dark places.
Narcissus’ spawn cloaks in shadows,
and into lucid daydreams casts nightmares’ traces.

Aphrodite’s languid, petulant mercy
induced a permeating perfume
enticing infinite permissiveness.

Hierarchies’ paradigms
amid schisms’ permutations
ingrained human lore
with fascinations for machinations.

Classes – doers and deciders –
divvied up the spoils all wrong!
A few embezzled premium grade –
the many shared meager survival.
Greed and jealousy sailed desert ships,
telling tales – glory and revenge. Nightmarish
fascinations incited destructive passions.

Hod
Curiosity
Wavelengths = Duality (Air + Fire + Earth + Water)

Socrates entertained Mercury’s realm as he passed
knowledge while asking questions.
Plato refined and revealed Socrates. They both sought
answers to the most impenetrable deliberations.

Impetuous Aristotle placed himself above those learnèd
teachers. He boldly believed he could intelligently
design answers from his imagined logic.

Thoth collected, transcribed,
interpreted and taught thought.
Thoth informed all Alexandrian wisdom.

From thought arises conscience.
Consciousness of insatiable appetites
instills conscience with remorse.

Civilization’s sprawl incessantly encroached
upon newly conquered regions. Animals’
habitats shrank. Human population’s swell
diminished diversity, the census, and the life
quality for all generations and every genus.
Communities built fences, segregating wild
Splendor from bland regularity: civilization consumed.

Osirian/Isian Balance was forgotten.

Merlin also exemplified Mercurial force.
His story recounted: a wizard,
wizened by eons’ existence,
wielding magical potency
with sage insight and grandfatherly advice.

Merlin taught fellowship and fraternity
through rationality. He sought
a gentle, human approach
to other-than-self, altruism made manifest –
the Round Table’s cooperation.

The Grail embodied these qualities
through an admonition,
The king and the land are one,
a co-efficient for “
Love and Creation are one.

All nature expresses Unity. The king’s sacred
role, Merlin taught, evoked essence in embrace.
The Grail quest enriches
everyone who undertakes it.
Its responsibility demands
moderate appetite and respect for exquisite Splendor.

The self-willed search for pre-eminence,
dictated entry into empire’s age.

Seti, Khan, Alexander or Caesar;
Mongol, Viking, Cossack or Hun;
Nixon, Hitler, Napoleon or Bush;
comrade, terrorist, Netanyahu or nun:
all are one.

Affection’s fragile chalcedony chalice –
the Grail’s very picture –
was smashed by the golden calf,
re-forged and worshiped anew.

History’s annals glorify conquerors –
marching progress legitimizes devastation.

The Grail lay hidden in the golden calf’s
belly. Altruism’s brilliant light obscured
by carbon emissions’ clouds! Intellect sacrificed
wisdom, suffering subjugation to privilege's cult.

Nemesis unleashed a plague, war, infecting
humanity. Its spore spread, an endemic epidemic,
diffusing dark despair: dread. Disease disseminated
disaster. Dulcet voiced doses declared
from royal daises and pompous, papal pulpits.

Human seed’s waste
lay spent upon the ground,
lifeless weeds spread
maimed, homeless and orphaned all around.

A stern severity, divisive decadence,
raucously revels at its own reflection
upon a mirror, marshaled by Mercurial,
mental pre-eminence unbridled with Venusian
affection for the virtuous virtuosity
only obviated in a messianic manifestation:
evolution’s unremitting revelation – variation.

Yesod
Dreams, Myths and Gods
A Reflecting Orb = The Heart (Infinity/7 Chakras)

A realm in shadows slowly creeps
across a wintry landscape’s face;
a crystal ball clouds up within
from smoky fingers’ inkless trace.
The light from stars, not dimmed or diffused,
reveals that hope still shines through gloom;
though sunsets darken after dusk
the night’s illumed by yonder moon.

Selene, sister to Helios, appeared
in slivers, quarters, and all her phases.
She arched through the bright, night sky so clear,
wrapping the Earth with tender embraces;
reflecting light from her silvery sphere
in delicate webs and shimmering laces,
she conjured dreams in the mind’s sheer veneer,
dripping, like dew, on mornings’ awed faces.

It’s in sullen, silent darkness when
consciousness cedes imagined
dominion – loosening synaptic bootstraps’
laces, as the mind dips into cool,
placid waters: sleep.

Where will the I go when eyes go shut
and ego sinks below sunset’s strut?
When lust and desire find rest,
a grander awareness manifests.

Endymion, a mortal youth, bore features
rivaling the gods’, his aura glowing
as he hunted. Selene trained a close eye
on the mortal, captivated by innocent strength,
and his knack for reflecting Olympian light,
so akin to her own seductive mystery:
reflecting the sun’s rays while Helios slept.

Endymion’s name transcended the personal
in significance for all human travails.
His name’s meaning, “
He who finds himself within,
allowed an oracle for all human destiny
to whisper on zephyrs through woods’.

Fantastic phantasms exposed demons and angels,
laying dormant in thought’s untapped regions,
as yet-unborn conceptions, images,
unvoiced conversations and songs.
Yes, even in scenes unseen and settings un-sat
upon, which some mind
(is it one’s own or some god’s?)
blocks out the action
the playwright described –
those plots within tales
unimagined in daylight.
Could the phantoms within
reveal our true selves to scrutiny?

Selene, a temptress and seductress
so sweet and alluring, mysteriously
found her beloved Endymion
sleeping nightly in her own dear cave,
the place where she disappeared
just before each new dawn,
behind her beloved and shimmering
Latmos’ mountain crest.

First soul conceptions sparked in Cro-Magnon mind
from the elusive visions
which nocturnal emissions’
active synapses un-designed.
Revealed within dreams –
angelic imagery and demonic schemes –
soaring serenity and cacophonic confusion
harkened, as harbingers, superstitious illusion.
Explanations required otherworldliness entwine.

It was in that cave beyond fair Latmos
where Selene and Endymion stole snippets from thyme;
they spoke in shadows reflecting starry passion
until one morning yawned, and Eos ushered Helios
into the sky. Endymion bade his belovèd Selene
spare him from cruel death’s sting
by granting the gift of eternal slumber.
In their secret cave of wonder,
with lovers’ caresses they would adore each other’s
reflected light beyond eternity’s last breath.

To this request Selene consented, though
she added one lingering longing. Her own
dear yen she grafted onto the chore: she’d whisper
Unity’s secrets and guide Endymion
to that self within while his love would forever
wash over her, even through his slumber.
With eyes always agape Selene unendingly
would see love shine through his gaze.

The sweet nothings Selene whispered
to Endymion in his unbroken slumber
shone as pyrite picture dreams. Reveries
examined facets’ gleams within, revealing
an intransigent, glittery fiction. With blind eyes
open to the world around him,
Endymion unlocked his mind to second sight.
Selene tended Endymion, who she taught
to see through whims’ deceptions.
From trips into other, no words would uncover
relationships to the mundane.
Through every reverie, profane and heavenly,
our nonsense reigned over our brain.
From nocturnal seeds, grew superstitious creeds
vain humans disdained to contain.

Out from our confusion and dark disillusion
Gaia’s needs in her seed convey
some hint in Order that through nature’s border
all Balance sings scales in play.
So, a man named Lao-Tze searching deep did pursue
within and without him The Way.

The Tao: a path with steps which respects and accepts,
and aims never to meddle.
Through silent insistence, paths least resistant
are never marred by a nettle.
By disdaining extremes and all personal dreams
no one infers we settle,
since all natural roads lead us to high abodes
everything gleams monumental.

A path wanders though harmonious glens
past reflective pools into lush, wide
pastures. No personal needs for stuff elevate
desire. By honoring Adam and Eve’s eternal
mating and the Universe they’re creating,
Splendor embraces Unity without
approaching a critical mass.

Malkuth
Transcendence
(Multiplicity x Infinity)/Prismatic Refraction = Unity

Blue green orb which floats on an eddy
ticking through space and inching through time,
spin and revolve through cycled spirals
and wake ripples through fabric sublime;
your issue teems beyond a child’s count
how many-splendored embraces surround
this still, just barely begun, evolution
where all possibilities abound.

No hurry resides in natural selection.
Every song is played till coda concludes.
No race need have been run,
since all that was won -
potential’s diffusion.

The Buddha explained a caustic paradox
within the symbiotic tribulations in life:
suffering accrues from accumulating karma –
resulting from both pleasure and strife.
As deeper passion electrified the living,
sorrow and suffering grew rife.

One day, as Gautama ambled through India,
heat and exercise took its toll.
Seeing a lone bodhi tree on a hillside,
the man acquiesced to break his stroll.
Right there he sat to rest and relax,
and gain from suffering a brief parole:
from calm meditation came freedom from longing.
It’s said the Buddha never left that grassy knoll.

Humans insist the right to change
any natural phenomenon
according to expediency.
Humans possess the might to raze
and replace pastoral invention
with egotistic pre-eminency.
Might never makes right and blindness
to global interdependence
yields social degeneracy.

Karma in Sanskrit means doing – how we spend
our lives. Rewards’ and punishments’ accumulation
meted out by an ethereal, conscious judge
expresses no similarity to the Buddha’s teachings
on karma, it simply arises as a product –
one’s own doing, not a gold star, time out, or user error.

The Wheel, Karma, accumulating attachments, reveals
an exponentially growing, insatiability: all our fleeting
unattainable and unending stream of desires lead
to suffering – our own karma through our own doing.

As long as the moon circles the Earth,
waves will continue to crash on sandy shores.
Whenever the sun’s warm rays shine above,
plants will photosynthesize and create oxygen.
Where ever water rains down from the heavens,
animals will congregate to drink and feed.

If humans interpose will too widespread,
they can so diminish Splendor
as to endanger the Mammalian Age.

Mother Nature’s intent
will only invent
new models’ differential
from her infinite potential
to repopulate woods, tors,
plains and shores.

Our belovèd mother and benefactress,
the hostess through whose virtue and grace
we exist, has a warped eternity to express
evolution’s unending possibility. Natural
selection will toss humanity upon its scrap heap
one day, so, we should re-evaluate
our subscription to entitlement.

Reconfiguring the landscape to fit
human designs, while destroying
the wild, causes a critical mass –
extinction, strangling the planet.

It is often thought that when Gautama taught
emulate him to reach Nirvana,
he meant, “
Stop all doing.
Procreating is doing. The Buddha
really intended we discard desire.

Throughout humanity’s recorded history
a precious few control wealth, perpetuating
their dominion over all others while critically
exercising executive privilege’s health. People’s
response – acquiesce to power’s consolidation,
usurped with or without stealth.

Awaken from raving delusions – people exerting
dominion over nature! Who are you to believe
your life force is most worthwhile? Dominion
only meant we’d overcome Neanderthal, not
evolution. So, Cro-Magnon invented
a god in his own image who promised no Earth
without
sapiens; what a small grasp of infinity.

We’ve all become wind-ups, our keys
being turned so we can march off to place
our cog-selves into that wheel which is
the economy to amass ever-increasing
fortunes for the elite class from every generation,
who, we are taught and cajoled,
to celebrate and idolize.

Now, we sit at time’s edge:
our geometrically expanding population
approximately doubling every 35 years
threatens to strangle all life, including
our own, with a critical mass -
insatiable mouths to feed and bodies to house,
claiming, in time, all the land for human use,
strangling all other life on the planet.
Our war weapons prey to extinguish
all life on the planet
with a critical mass –
arising from a button’s push
threatening to vaporize every living thing.
Our waste chokes the air
and infects all water on the globe –
a critical mass of pestilence looms
as the air becomes un-breathe-able and we
murder coral reefs with our excrement,
refuse, and preheated, carbonated oceans,
killing the Mother-of-Life-on-Earth.

Nemesis sends warning to everyone, invoking an ancient
oath – mandatory attendance at a critical mass
of spiritual hearts, expressing love and reverence
to our Mother, the Earth. Promise to cease
eradicating Splendor. Vow to leave some
wilderness for diversity to blossom and bloom.

Mother Earth scolds us,
Children, play nice.
can’t you
all just get along?

Nemesis requires open hearts
expressing joyous gratitude
for life’s gift, to avoid a critical morass.
Life abhors will’s path. Both
mind and heart must fully engage.

Mass expresses variations on denser octaves
etching energy’s formative reflections.

Variety, diversity, multiplying endlessly –
subtle distinctions imply, commendlessly,
that every blade on every lawn
soaks up light from Original Dawn.
Our planet is a single-family dwelling
within a ‘hood of brothers and sisters swelling –
as life proliferates love must grow!
Let acceptance and understanding flow.

The sky, the sun, the stars, the sea,
your wife, his mom, her dad, our auntie,
they and more waddle pregnantly
through Splendor’s immanence in Unity.

Smiles and laughter and giggles and glee,
kisses, caresses, snuggles, even urgency,
snow-cones and ice cream and chocolate and tea,
are these not enough to fill eternity?

No edifices will survive humanity long.
In time, no traces will remain:
all that really survives and persists –
the love we create and share.

Twelve pelicans form a line, gliding on the air –
barely inches above the sea’s rolling waves,
while a glowing red ball slowly inches lower,
far behind the rocky crag of a jetty,
beyond where land curves out from the bay’s
border, further, still, than the horizon’s edge.
The planet revolves as gentle winds rustle
through palm fronds, and shadows lengthen
across sundial faces.
Gaia inhales. Ouranos exhales.
Cronos winks a constant beat.
Zeus balances the scales by disarming Mars.
Merlin allies all competing interests
into agreement and a respectful Round Table.
Selene and Endymion reflect Osirian/Isian Balance
as they entwine into a new caduceus,
and that red, glowing, incandescent ball
sinks slowly into the cold, blue, eternal sea.

Endnotes for A Critical Mass

Homer called Oceanos the origin of both the gods and all of creation. Oceanos, a river god, was the river which continued to flow to the outermost edge of the Earth and back, forming a circle. From Oceanos, all rivers, streams, seas and oceans were said to have issued.


Tethys was the Greek Great Mother Goddess and original water goddess who conceived all of creation.


Pluto, in astrology, represents atomic power, the potency of the unseen, death and regeneration.

The underworld was the realm populated by the dead; the Greek god Hades (also called Pluto by the Romans) ruled over this realm, the dead, death, change, regeneration, wealth and precious metals in the earth.


Oliver Sacks, M.D. related in his book,
Awakenings, First Vintage Books, 1973, rev. ed. 1990, case studies of post-encephalitic patients who suffered from what he termed “sleepy sickness” symptoms. They scarcely moved, but occasionally experienced moments of release, moving with great energy and force. However, they returned to their previous, motionless states after brief moments of release. The patients were “awakened” from the malady for significant time periods when Dr. Sacks’ used the drug L-dopa in their treatment. While awakened, the patients never recalled thoughts, memories, dreams or sensations from during the “sleeping” state.


Ouranos was the Greek god of the sky who came to earth at night to mate with his wife, Gaia, and sired by her the first generation of Greek gods and goddesses. Ouranos hid his children in the hollows of the earth. Cronos, one of Ouranos’ sons, cut off Ouranos’ phallus, which, according to myth, gave birth to Aphrodite and led to the transfer of pre-eminence over the gods and goddesses from Ouranos to Cronos.


Gaia was Ouranos’ wife and mother of the first generation of the Greek gods and goddesses as well as of the Erinyes, Giants and Ash Nymphs. Gaia is also often identified as Mother Earth.


Ouranos and Gaia combine as symbols of polar opposites expressed as duality: self and other-than-self.

Eros, Hesiod explained, was the loveliest of the gods and ruled over all gods and men. He compelled the mating of Oceanos and Tethys.


Synthesis, according to G. W. F. Hegel, is the resolution of conflict between a thesis and antithesis, but on a higher plane of being, and exemplifying progress. Hegel believed in a Universal Mind and, in his broad view of human history, asserted that all change was progress and all progress arose out of the conflict between competing ideas, people and/or events. I do not assert all change is progress nor that change only arises from conflict. However, I suggest that change is inevitable and arises out of the natural interaction between ideas, people and/or events (interaction between thesis and antithesis). The interactions result in a slow evolution of incremental variations forming a procession of syntheses leading to a generally progressive historical flow. I suggest this progressive flow can best be pictured as a spiral which alternately cycles through positive and negative effects, constantly re-balancing one another as the Planetary, Solar, Galactic and Universal Consciousnesses continue to express their intrinsic purpose through the creation of infinite complexity and diversity.


Palingenesis is a term used in philosophy, theology and biology. In philosophy, it denotes Pythagoras’ theory that the human soul does not die with the body, but is born again in new incarnations (reincarnation). Schopenhauer narrowed the application in his system to indicating the will does not die, but manifests itself again in other individuals. Schopenhauer repudiated reincarnation. His ideas did not incorporate transmigration of souls. Rather, he believed it was the will alone which passed on from living being to living being. To the Stoics, palingenesis traces its origins back through the word palingenesia to signify a perpetual and continuous re-creation of the Universe by the Demiurges. In the Bible, the word appears twice, referring to baptism and the state of repentance. To modern biologists, the word signifies the exact reproduction of ancestral features through inheritance, the passing of traits through genes.


Saturn, in astrology, is a symbol of hardship, challenges and lessons, all necessary to promote progress.


My reference to the Tree of Knowledge is a reference to The Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil mentioned in the
Torah which is part of the Tanakh, also commonly referred to as the Old Testament of The Bible. The biblical story involving the Tree of Knowledge provides an implication that knowledge led to “the fall,” implying knowledge, itself, is a form of evil. It certainly would always have been considered by organized religions as being in their own best interest to maintain an ignorant population since any detailed study of nature only disproves Judeo-Christian-Islamic dogma in terms of Creation, as the history of the advancement of our knowledge of the natural world can attest.


Yin and Yang generally represent feminine and masculine principles, respectively. I use them to illustrate polar opposites,
vis-à-vis thesis and antithesis, prior to interaction, synthesis and balance.


Poseidon was the god of the sea with a palace in the depths of the Mediterranean.


Cronos, the son of Ouranos, usurped pre-eminence from his father upon severing Ouranous’ phallus. This ushered in the Golden Age. Cronos married Rhea. Together they begot the second generation of gods and goddesses (including Zeus). Cronos jealously guarded his dominion knowing his overthrow was fated to be executed by a powerful son. So, he swallowed his children. However, Rhea was aided by Gaia in protecting Zeus, who eventually overcame Cronos, usurped authority and freed his siblings. Cronos also symbolizes time and transitions.


In Knowah, I created an intentional variation for the spelling of Noah, who, according to the
Torah, built an ark and collected a male and female pair of every animal on Earth prior to its alleged flooding.


Science has discovered super-massive black holes at the center of all observable galaxies and postulates their presence at the core of all galaxies. These super-massive black holes appear to recycle enough mass and energy to perpetuate their existence and to fuel their galaxy with sufficient energy and mass to assure continued perpetuation of that galaxy for eons. A super-massive black hole might be another name for a quasar, which also spews out incredible jets of mass and energy even as it sucks in everything within a certain gravitational radius. Enough spews out not only to keep feeding the core of the super-massive black hole, but for more to escape the black holes’ gravitational fields and thus feed the galaxy with sufficient mass and energy to sustain the galaxy.


Jupiter, in astrology, is a beneficent influence and is the planet of justice and good fortune.


Chaos comes from the Greek word chaos, signifying the void and implying a yawning. Later, it acquired a secondary meaning of turmoil and confusion.

Zeus became King of the Gods after he overthrew Cronos. Zeus married Hera, and they begat the third generation of Greek gods and goddesses. Zeus was a philanderer who consorted with many goddesses and mortal women, to Hera’s consternation. He also provided wise counsel, and was a fair judge and arbiter of disputes.


Mars, in astrology, is attributed as being the planet of war, conflict, temper, anger and revenge.

Ares was the Greek god of war.


Ten actors on the playbill is a reference to the ten laws allegedly received by Moses.


Nuit, the Great Mother Goddess of Egypt, symbolized for the night sky, the canopy of the stars and the celestial sea.


Ptah preceded Amoun as the most ancient father/king god of Egypt.


Isis and Osiris were sister and brother, goddess and god, and according to myth, queen and king of Egypt. I also use them to represent the twin entwining strands of DNA (this reference is enhanced by references to the caduceus).


Athene, the daughter of Zeus, was the equal of her father in wise counsel and courage. As patron to Athens, she also blessed the city with her protection.


Persephone, Demeter’s daughter and goddess of seasons, harvests and grains, was Queen of the Underworld.


Set, brother to Osiris and another god of Egypt, represented war, anger, greed, lust, gluttony and selfishness.


Egyptian religious beliefs expressed that a departed Pharaoh’s soul was required to navigate the river through the underworld to find Maat in order to be judged worthy of eternal life. I believe Pharaoh’s fate extended to his people as well, that his motives and actions embodied the collective Egyptian soul and morality. In that sense, I believe the redemption of the Pharaoh symbolized redemption for all his subjects. Thus, the public works projects for entombing Pharaohs would have been toil gladly engaged in by the Egyptian public – not just a duty to Pharaoh, but also sacred toils allowing them to earn their place in the afterlife as well.


Maat judged the recently departed Pharaohs by weighing them on the scales of justice against a feather; a just soul would not contain the weight of sin, and therefore would be equal in weight to a feather.


Ka was the Egyptian term for the soul.


Abydos was the name of the abode of the heavenly afterlife for ancient Egyptians.


Elysian Fields was the name for the Greek after life abode or heavenly paradise for those worthy to enter. It was situated at the end of the world, the place where those chosen by the gods were sent after death.


Nemesis was the Greek goddess charged with the duty to exercise righteous anger against all who violate universal and natural order.


Horus was the son of Isis and Osiris. He was the god who represented the era of the reign of balance on Earth.


In astrology, Venus is the planet of love, beauty and the arts. Venus was a Roman goddess with those same attributes.


Aphrodite was the Greek goddess of love, beauty and the arts.


Adonis was a Greek god of regeneration and resurrection as well as being considered the epitome of masculine appearance.


Narcissus’ story is of a human lad whose beauty was so great all the girls longed to be his. However, he expressed no interest in any of them. One day, he looked into a clear pool, saw his own reflection and fell so in love with his own image nothing could induce him to stop staring into the pool. He died, pining away, staring at his own reflection.


Mercury, in astrology, is the planet of mind, communication and knowledge.


Thoth (and I am purposely intending the pronunciation to be the same as the word “thought”) was the Egyptian god of knowledge and communication. He was Osiris’ brother and also his scribe.


The line "
The King and the land are one," was borrowed from the 1981 movie, Excalibur, screenplay adapted by Rospo Pallenburg.


Selene was a Greek moon goddess.


Helios was the Greek Sun god.


Endymion was a mortal who was Selene’s lover.


Eos was the Greek goddess of the dawn.


Lao-Tzu was a Chinese philosopher who gave humanity the philosophy known as The Tao (in English, The Way).


Nirvana, for Buddhists, is a state of perfection and bliss.