Monday, April 19, 2010

25. To Yolanda Liu!

To  Yolanda  Liu,  
lost  on  the   mountains  of   
The  Montserrat   
north  of   Barcelona:
Un miraggio incantator tu sei oh Yolanda,
piccola degli Han la Fata che'.........
virtuale solo rimaner tu devi
per poter 'essere dell'eternita' d'un sogno,  
che'   solo,
soltanto come un sogno
possibil realta' rimaner puote.
 
( translation):
An enchanting mirage 
Thou are oh Yolanda, 
oh petite HAN-Fairy...  
who of the virtuality of dreams 
Thou should remain, 
as only thus, only as a dream, 
as only in a dream possible reality 
Thou can eternally be.

24. To Duena Almudegna Adznar!


 To   Duena   Almudegna  Adznar!
 Oh Almudegna, of my heart the Queen,
of thy fiery and proud gaze I dream,
that of noble, daring matadors,
flamenco dancers and guardia civil remind me,
who the heart of Spain make pound with strong and noble beat,
that like the castanets and quick-stepped beats of
flamenco-dancers and their long lament
in the still and warm nights of Andalusia
express the anguish and longings of human hearts
by love-wounded for fiery women such as Thee.
Surely Thou must be a scion of some ancient knight who the Reconquesta from the Moors possible made it be!
Were I again young and sprite to be,
I would surely gallopping be at a fast beat
on my destrier to Thee reach there in Andalusia
where the skies are bleu and the sea meet
in a perpetual embrace that separation cannot feel
and one are such as I long to be..............with Thee!
On my destrier I would take Thee up to the vales in the Pyrenees,
were springs clean waters give
and the
thin  air  is   thin  and clean
to make matadors, flamenco-dancers and guardia civil
together with Thee

23. Ohh....tose Cumasche!


 Federica.

E poi, 
i Talibani sedurrebbero tutte le nostre donzellete Sudiste con i loro grandi apparati circoncisi...........
per poi emigrare tutti al Nord e a ripetere la storia 
e allora
addio...........oh tose Cumasche
dalle rugiadose membra,
ed affusolate fusoliere
ornate da tali femminil grazie che',
mente maschile dell' umana
che non-homostaticamente
essendo unita alla divin natura,
contemplar et rimirar non puote
senza di peso diminuir,
diglutendo, salivando e anche sbavando alquanto.
Hai umana sorte et fato gramo
che requiem giammai non gode
se non in mortem!

22 To Giulia!


To   Julia  Dear!
Aaaahhhh......revelation......!   
Ooooooohhhhhhh..................Giulietta   mine....................................
your    Romeo    that   so    far   but   a   mere   bud    has   been,
the   trembling   larva    contained   like  a   chrysalis   in   its  coddling, 
of   a    flower,      
uncertain    as  to   wether    sprout  or   not,
for   fear  of   a  denial   from   Thee,     
soon    a   fool   blossomed   flower   shall   indeed  become   for   Thee    my   sweet    
the   radiance  and    warmth  of   Thy    countenance 
that   from   the  sun  like  all  the  Cosmos   does,
including   I, 
sustenance   drawing,
for  all  that  we   mere  mortals
divine  love   we  dare  to call.   

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

20. Of Gaseous Clouds

Of   Gaseous  Clouds  
Floatingabout  the  Nullarbour  Never-Never   Wastes.
(  dedicated   to  sexually-arousing  Grotty-Yachty,  
David   the  Bard  of  Bloggers  
also   known  at  Bigpond/BigBlog  as   the  gaseous,  vaporous,   laced  poet,  
Timothy   the   doubter  about   and   finder of   pins  in  the   haystacks,   
Yamarka  the   eternal  winger  and  his  Ten  Canoe   people,  
and   the  'o'-so-loving  Anglicans ).

Sometimes  I  sit  and   wonder
in   analogies   drifting,  curling  and  twirling 

like  smoke  does,  randomly,
like  a  fat   gaseous   cloud,
patrician  looking,  all  white,
with  just  a   twinge   of   grey,

that   carbon  emissions   betray,
probably   emitted   in  far-away  Queensland,
by   those   big,  fast-copulating  and  breeding,  
mightily  and  loudly-farting   water  buffaloes,   
imported   from   Indonesia   by  some  Australian  dill,
buffaloe-loving,

Rudd  is  becoming  increasingly   worried   about,

yes,   as  I   the   cloud,    was  saying,  resting  awhile,
before  resuming   my  drifting, 

to  better   contrast  the   immensity 
of   the   bleu  sky  around,
in  contemplations  immersed
of   self-possessing  doubts
watching   the  red  vastness

  of  the Nullarbour  plain  below,
of  Yamarka  and  of  the  Ten  Canoes-people
   the  incomprehensible  delight,
   resulting   from   too   much   sunlight 

on   bare  headed   skulls
   when   still   young,
    for   the   want 
of a  good   bush  hat   I   guess.

........................................................................
Strangely   enough  
my   everlasting  obsessions  arise
of  how  the  Arabs  for  Salam  Cafe’s  
now    highly   noted  and  
in  even  greater repute  than   ever  before,
   could    have  had  the   brains   to  discover 
of  the  big   Zero,
   the   vast array  of  virtues  and  uses,  

without   which   zero
    neither   God,  
Who is  reputed   to  have   created   everything  
out  of  nothing (nihilo)  or   zero,  
nor   capitalism,  
which   would  have  been  limited  
to  a   jewish   abacus  to   count,
could  have   prospered.
Bill  Gate  himself  
would   not  have  had  a  PC  
to  play  around   with   and   
the  chance   to  invent  
Window   Microsoft  to  boot.
Especially  I,   the   gaseous   cloud 
which   aforesaid   I   talked   to  you  about,  
rememberst   thou? 
Even   I   wonder  of   why,
while  the  West   chose   the   Zero   
to   appear  as   a   big   ‘ O ',
    like  a   big   holy   halo
   or    to  be   more   earthly   bound,
even   like  onto  the  large,
   bovine,  arctic    blue    eyes   of    G.Y., 

now  probably   sunk  off   the   Queensland  coast
where  she   used   to  live  on  a  dilapidated   yacht
.............................................................................
yes  my  beloved  G.Y. who, like  the  Greek  ladies

 extolled  and  sung   about

  by   even   the   great   Homer   himself,
for  their  round,  large,  innocent    bovine-like   eyes,
which  looking  up   at   you
    as   if  in    eternal  and  innocent  wonder,  struck,   perhaps,   

who  is  to  know?, 
perhaps  this  having  been  the  result
  of   some  superhuman,  mythical,  orgasmic   feat  
her ancestral  DNA  may  have  indulged  in,
  in   times   memorable,   bygone   and   past, 
halas!

( don’t  you   be  fooled   by   these,  oh   stranger ),  
gently  stirring  your   innards 
like  a    gallon  of  olive oil;
how  the  Arabs   decided   that,
perhaps   more   wisely and  fittingly  than the  West,
that  the   zero   should  rather  be   shown 
as  a    fig-shaped,   twisted,   squashed,
long   suffering  smallish   ‘o’, 
an   ‘o '  that   appears  as  if  traumatized  
by   some   sodomitic   experience, 
or  perhaps   just  piles,   or  even   both, 
God   may   forbid,   halas!

all   contracted,   twisted  and  anorexic-like, 
perhaps   to  improve  the  picture  slightly,
perhaps  as  it   being   too   dry,
even  like  the   little 'o
a  de  Laurents-model   
would   probably   sport,
as  if  just   out  of   a  sodomitic,  spasmodic   and  spastic 
orgasmic  gasping,
or,  just  after  an   aggravating  cracking
induced   by   vigorous  farting,  in  turn

induced  by  loud  laughing  brought  about  
by Salem  Cafe’s  poor   antics,  
not   to  mention
    the  more  subdued  and   discreet antics
   resulting  from  effeminate 
oxfordian  and  cambridgean,  
pseudo-Gregorian
Anglican  chantings.
Honny   Soit   Quy   Mal  Ye   Pense.       

Monday, December 7, 2009

19. Of Passion and Action.........................


This  Poem   I   dedicate   to   all  the   girls   I   know,  in  particular    G.Y   who   has   always   provided   moral   support   to  my   blogging  activities. 
David   I  must   also    mention  as  our    official   bloggers'  Bard
who    triggered   my    efforts   at   " listening  to  the  inner  Voice ".


Of Passion and Action,
or,  Vice  and   Virtue,
and
of Ludwige and Luthien
norwegian twinned nymphs.



Of Passions and Actions which Motion inform
I shall here sing oh divine Muses,
Muses not Muse since mighty the task is
of all celestial deities and nymphs terrestrial
the approval and smile requiring.

Of Passions and Actions then,
of which,
in human and godly Deeds alike
wise Aristotle the stagirite
did measure the range and heights
defining these as Virtue
when from amidst their span,
in not exactly middling proportions
between  the  extremes,
which   Passion  and  Action  are 
the Motions of which  arise to those godly heights
that both Olympians and Hyperboreal
Artic and Antartic,
nordic and australic
godly abodes are.
Abodes  of  those whom Sir Laurence Gardner’s Anunnaki calls,
who  mightily  inhabit  such  heights
to which, from our Beings
Motions they cause continuously to ascend
as the reaction to the Motions by which
the gods keep on
either blessing or harassing us,
and that they cause descendingly
and condescendingly to reach us,
in order to laboriously amuse the One Who,
Alone,
Unity is also called and Jehovah,
Whose boredom they relieve
to avoid a return to the eternal and
a-sensual bliss
in which mortals and Creation alike
are just that a-sensual Nihilo,
that  Nothingness, that Void
in which God,  
IT( He/She)Who  is,
 is but an invisible, self-subsisting,
etc. etc. etc. 
Dot.
Vast as the subject and the mystery of it all is,
I shall it analogically to you virtually  esplain
oh dear cottonwhool-brained fellows of mine,
although always partially and in an incomplete fashion,
since of the gods to us the similarity
is not given to fully expose, to  us
who are to earth bound and find it hard to rise
to the ethereal and thought-thinning heights,
where it all can, always analogically and as  if   through  a  veil,
in a human fashion clear become.

I shall then call upon this task to accomplish,
Ludwige and Luthien, sisters, nymphs to my aid
who semi-divinely reside and courtly rule
in those hyperboreal arctic heights
which to the mighty grecian Olympus are twinned,
sisters who aptly can represent to us poor mortals,
Action and Passion in an erotically-amorous paradigmatic fashion
which more accessible is to our lusty and carnal attractions,
however intended by the Almighty
to be perfectible and meant to rise,
levitated as we supposedly are when sublimated
through the ordeals that Scarcity,  Entropy and Necessity
through the Motions, purifyingly placed on our earthly paths,
in order for these Motions, Virtues to become
through  practice  and  use.
I said analogically, meaning partially and imperfectly
since it is not fit and just to exactly aim
at a knowledge of things which
while gross and objectionable in us mortals
yet still divine and endearing are
when suffered and annunakely-wise performed.
Remember in fact oh cottonwhool-brained mortals
that in this song the judgment is from them
and not from us directed,
not relatively to our perfectibility
but to their hyperboreal and olympic loftiness  that  is  perfect.
And  this  is  the  stage  at  which  Charity  or  Agape'
make  their   presence  felt  as  absolute  peaks  
that  cannot  extremes  conceed.    


My joy bounds does not know, ecstatic becoming and mystic
when upon the sisters I finally can call,
having exhausted the unsavory and hard task
of clearing the way to them
that cottonwhooled human brains
must trod in order to their heights to rise.
Remember oh reader of mine, that the issue is not simple,  
but  paradoxical  indeed-:
Although to Eros, so  popular with us,  
the unavoidable first rung   belongs  
on  the   ladder of   analogical realities
that finally reaches  even  upo  to  God
from  God   down  to  us,  Agape'   flows,
Eros  to  redeem  and   lift,  and  this  Grace  is  called.  
 To human poles  of  Passion  and   Action
on the earthly line
there also correspond ones which are semi-divine on high,
and these are the ones which cause the rise on high
along  the   middling   term  between   both  extremes
in  accord   to   another  of  the   absolutes    
like  Agape'   above,  that   Justice  is  called.

Ludwige and Luthien, sisters, nymphs semi-divine,
are   semi-divine  Poles
who so differ  in  loftiness 
from poles of the same  and one Motion,
which   sublimated  must  be,
 human  and  mortal  ceasing to be,
by the subterfuge of   humans   rising  out
of the level, low line
that both of these connects  at 
of  human knowledge's  horizon's  the circle,
humans enslaving down-to-earth to their humanity  that  is  born  mortal,
however  paradoxically   also  immortal
if   the  soul  is   the  portal  that  to  the   divine   aspires.
The moving Force that from the middling part of such a line
such feat encompasses of human motion rising divinely,
powered through its lofty Poles,
those   below  and   above  alike,
in  a   conspiracy  allied,
by the Almighty Divine,
Virtue by Aristotle is called,
and is a link between Ludwige, Luthien and I,
in a blessed triangle that is semi-divine,
which all who strive and graced are, similarly entwines,
so that by rising they might fulfill that destiny
that to humanity was since the Beginning potentially assigned,
to become through Faith, Hope and Charity,
virtuous   Motion  and   Act.
...............................................................................
I shall now endeavour to tell imperfectly
and   sportingly   for   some   glee  to   realize    
of Ludwige and Luthien the arcane semblances,
so that you also oh cottonwhool-brained mortals
may recognise them when your turn may come
to rise even such as I may,  
when  so   graced,  
blissfully   do.
..................................................................................
Ludwige is Nibelungian and a Walkiria,
of Wagner’s and Goethe’s the filia,
of rotundities full,
both of the concave and convex sorts,
abundanttly endowed
such that even a constipated, anorexic little greek geometrician, 
who deprived of epic motions
by its elocutions and bickerings,
in the Agora’ continuously measuring and arguing
of abstract theorems,
artificially complicating everything and
insisting in only using letters instead of numbers
until the arrival of Mohammed
who blessed by the Moors is called,
who such nonsense exorcised.
The Greek only an unmarked ruler and a compass
to draw the geometrical figures allowed,
in order to demonstrate of Euclide’s,   the master,
the divine but wasted brightness.
Even such a geometrician of common sense so deprived
could appreciate  of  Ludwige's
the osculating and aloft-rising potentialities,
which extended from the line’s and proportionalities’ the science
to the  one  of  the circle and its circularities and irregularities,
even becoming tri-dimensional,
from conic sections giving rise
to parabolic, hyperbolic and ellypsoidic notions
with their asymptotic motions
which gave rise to trigonometry with all its sexual notions,
which the astronomers inspired revolutions various to observe
of the celestial bodies which also began to have Motions
whereas before had possessed
centrality, impassivity, staticity and eternity.
Which notions provided the spring
to Descartes, Leibnitz and Newton, etc.
to ponder and weigh the infinitesimally small,
that calculus became called, 
that  opened  the  way   to  the    invisible  motions   
of  the  elementary  particles 
   among   which   God    ITSELf   
used  to  hide   and  rest  sometime,  
awakened  by  the   rude,  petulant,   arrogant  
 Shabbath-chanting   
of   the    confounded,    self-deluded,   self-chosen
all-others   excluding   Abirus,   
the  Prophets  destroying
trouble-arousing   masters.
Philosophy in turn further seduced was
which thus left Theology behind,
who the Queen of Science had been called
without her maid to be served by.
However one must gratefully assent to the truth that
before the maid seduced was,
thanks to Aristotle’s distinctions between Potentiality and Act,
common sense had already begun to awake
in greek theoretical semi-platonic minds,
which the Ideas believed to be living celestial realities,
which through knowledge alone could humanity of Virtue instruct,
rather than to ascend  to  the  possibility  that a human could only be able to do so 
through Grace, experience and praxis,
that knowledge should inform rationally,discriminatingly and judgementally, until willingly
right Motion could become Virtue in right Act.

In fact, analogically speaking of her as Passion,
that  at  its  human  extreme   even  Vice   could   be,
in dear, opulently-built Ludwige,
all this had paradoxically a  beginning  had.
(   to  be   continued )

18. An Ode to David,

An   Ode  to  David,  
our    blogging   Minstrel.

Oh gentle and sweet-tongued troubadour
who like a gentle and soothing breeze
from western shores of distant seas
tides brings,
it is of time rather than of distance cruel
that thy well fitting and eclectic words
here and now memories bring
like ghosts of ages past-gone.
I welcome you therefore to these parched shores
that dreaded Global Warming shall make even more so,
that monster which, evolution that never resting stays
shall bend to ever more increase the layers of cottonwool
that the Good Lord above decreed  by
undeserved kindness moved, to give
for the protection of the halas already tiny brains
of us poor dwellers on these god-forsaken shores.
Thy gentle voice that like the harp
of that ancestor of yours,
whom ancient myths from Greece tell us arose,
whose songs lions and beasts tamed untold,
shall likewise my pain and anguish soothe,
that cottonwooled, poor, tiny, unreasoning brains
to rage and anger move untold,
and Ferrerix Australix, who
"the gentle-hearted" is called,
make a gentle, barbuto-Templar
again become



"Non   nobis,   non   nobis, 
sed   ad   Nomini   Tui,
das   Gloriam,   Domine."