A Watched Pot

1. The Amateurs

Stung in the breast by a ray,
Took the world by surprise...
Everyone loved him.
Very often I think of this
Entitled world of ours.

If the professional, who lived and breathed a thing
Really were that good, they should do the thing they love.
Without which, there is no order.
Interestingly, at his passing, the amateurs have now dangerously filled his shoes.
No one does it like he did, and that's a fact we have to reckon with.

2. Broken Paradigm

The Speed of Light
In Meters per second,
Is the coordinates of the Pyramids.
The Speed of Light
In Miles Per Hour
Has the Mark of the Beast
In its number, 616.
Did the Speed of Light get discovered
Or was it merely invented
To mould into these?

3. The Horses of Today

Long ago, our people were wild mustangs
Feeding cheerfully upon the sweet meadow grains.
Now, they are horses in a stall, fed their oats
By their owners, and told where to ride, and when to.

Though, the horses are run too far and too fast
The horses are run too much, and they wish to rest
So they buck, they break, but the rider reigns them in
And breaks them of their once free spirit.

The horses are left in their stables, so their members engorge
And they ride upon the backs of one another in obscure breeding;
All they go, impregnating, and fleeing away from their colts, where before
The breeding was done meticulously, and through marriage contract.

The horses have the blinders on their eyes, so they cannot see
What is around them, so they do not get spooked by the fiery world
And the wolves and mangy dogs surrounding them, or the pigs.
The horses love the blinders, though, for it is their idol which gives them a sense of ease.

4. Mr. Montag

Mr. Montag, when 
You rip those pages from my
Scripture, make sure they
Are my words, for they never
Belonged there in the first place.

5. I Wait on You My LORD

Oh LORD, strong are You my shepherd.
When I wait for golden treasures,
I shall by your hand wait, my friend.
For where do prosperous tides come?
From the north, the south, east or west?
If poor or rich in life, I wait.

6. Epistemology and Ontology; 
      a priori and a posteriori

Logic and---also
That Epistemology's
Arithmetic four---

Matter---which will be
That Number's ontology---
Is what does exist.

7. At One Time

At one time, every truth submitted to me
Which was a proof of God's existence
Was scoffed, or seriously made me doubt.
"How could there be proof? No, I must have faith."
Now, every truth I find is submitted to God
And I wonder what in this world is not proof of God's existence?

8. A Ray of Light

I know, little one, 
You can't help but get in trouble.
I know, little one, that that smile hides your fear.
Bring it to the zenith,
Smile a little more...
Let Peace overcome you
And sobriety and tor.

9. My Plough of Ink

They say to me this:
“Dasn’t take up thy pen thou
Sluggard!” Yet I plough.

10. To,

My muse for today...
You with such simple pride
Tell me your life.
It is a life I fear.
It is a life I don't want.
I see how the world
Sucked the marrow from your life
And put you in a devil's bargain.
I see what the world did to you,
Though you don't.
And I intend to speak against it.

11. A Meme and One Conversation

A meme and one conversation
Brought such clarity.
The meme, there were the Silent and Greatest Generations.
The silent generation disciplined their son
And the greatest generation disciplined theirs.
Yet, the next son, turned his back to his father's discipline.
He then coddled his child, so that it painted.
No... those children rampage through streets
Burn down our civilization
And demand that they sit idly...
Not even working like I am, figuring it all out.

Then the conversation brought upon the consequences of this.
A woman, who will remained unnamed,
Boasted of her life.
A child from a divorced home,
She worked such long hours,
She never had a family.
I recall my dad, having put all his time and energy
Into a relationship, and the result was ruin.
She asked, "I see all these women
"Getting pregnant, and living off welfare.
"I wonder if I did anything wrong."

These two things are very related.
It is the milieu we handed down
Found in the latter's dichotomy,
Of a world which rejected discipline
So therefore, could no longer truly love.

Then I see Yehude's beautiful life,
There, in a comic strip.
So beautiful, and is what I wanted to do myself.
To show the beauty of love,
And the immaculate life we should desire.
But, when I saw it,
The cherry rubicond on his wife's satisfied conception,
I realized it too was vanity.
It is not what the world needed.
So, I have a moment of perfect clarity...

12. I Give Up

You say I'm trying too hard
Get a job at a warehouse...
Maybe I am. But I'd suck
At stacking boxes, too.
You also say I'm aggravating you
More than usual, why call?
Maybe I didn't solve PvNP.
Maybe I'm just an idiot.
Maybe I didn't prove God exists.
Maybe a circle has a diameter of 2
If its area is equal to pi,
So I was wrong about a circle's degrees
Being the widest angle possible
To fit the most amount of space.
Maybe my IQ is 100.
But, I have faith because my life is poor.
And some day soon, I'll be somewhere else.

13. I Looked at the Pieta Today

I looked at the Pieta today,
And rather than be enthralled
By Mary's beauty, like usual,
Or seeing the chiseled perfection
Of its soft lines, and smooth and polished
Hems... I was disturbed and felt
Like I was seeing the world
There held by Mary in her optically
Illusive pose and stature.
There was something different.
It hit me, as gruesome,
And made me feel uncomfortable.
I saw God's wrath there
In Mary's arm, with the slain Christ
Gazed at by Mary's peaceful brow.
The wrath of God is satisfied;
For there it was, on Mary's lap
And it killed God.

14. Square and Square Roots

Take one square and take
A line, and cut it down the
Middle. Then do it
Again perpendicular.
See each line segment's a half.

Then, note that the areas of two lines
Is equal to one fourth the square.

Then note 3+4=5 is not
True. But 9 + 16 = 25 is true.
Thus, by square rooting the variables
You incur the dimensions of one dimensional
Lines of a right Triangle.

Also, the quadratic equation reduces
Polynomials to one dimension. 
How? By intuiting the axiom of
Of a square or rectangle, by the three
Coefficients. So that the equation
Breaks down into length and width
And represented by the two factors.
Know that length and width breaks down
To one dimensional lines.
So also, negative and positive
Numbers square into the same numeral;
Thus, also into length and width.

Why P won't equal
NP, is that some NP
Cannot be a square.

15. Equalities

What I'm noticing
About most explanations
Of basic truths, is
That they don't figure in the
Equalities, just the shapes.

Maybe that's the fundamental flaw in
Our reasoning today, and why few
If any, actually know what is true?

The mind, does not make a thing true.

16. Singh

My good friend, 
My gentle friend,
My stalwart friend
During a time of trouble---

I ate a peach today
And its sweet savorty
Was on my breath like a
Candy, which lingered there long.

Just like the savorty
Of my Cinnamon and
Ginger with tomato
Basil and Oregano.
Just like the savorty
Of the Thyme and Tarragon
In my Chicken Noodle Soup;
Or the Gumbo I make
With the Mint, Tarragon
Bay Leaf, and Three Alarm
Pepper, honey and lime zest.

I was taught to enjoy this.

17. What Debt Can Buy

A boy receives his
Puppy from his well postured
Grandfather. The same
Hands his boy a small puppy
Seventy odd years later,
As the spry family dog sits loyally at the boy’s side.

18. Fascists

Fascists on the left of me
Fascists on the right...
QAnon and Antifa
Skull and Guy Fawkes Masks;
The SS thunderbolt and raised black fist.
The swastika and hammer and anvil.

Feudalism, feudalism, it rears its ugly head again.
But, remember my loves, when they pushed too far
The heads of the wicked did roll.

We don't want your reorganizations of society.
Just that Old Glory and Star Spangled Banner;
Our Halcyon memories, we want them for all
And all the new generations.

19. You're a Fine Girl

"A whore I want to be;---
"What I really want I don't---
"While I'm disrespected;
"And that's your fault,
"Not mine."

20. Hey Good Look'n

"Make me a sandwich,
"And I'll pat you on the ass;
"You're a body not a brain
"A piece of meat and not my friend---
"Do me."

21. The LORD

Our good Father is in heaven
With flaming blue eyes of fire,
And a burnished sienna
Skin, with white light as a vestment
Of purest hue, and wooly hair.
Behind him is a rainbow of
Emerald, and around him are
Twenty-four elders clothed in robes.
Before the throne are Cherubim;
Each with the face of a man, calf
(Which is a cherub's face) Lion
And Eagle, with omniscient eyes.

22. Fairest of them All

Fairest of them all,
Do you wish to cause my fall?
Enticed I am in your trap of flattery.
How I would love to be thy friend,
And walk through my paths until the end,
Yet for all you are is all I ever wanted,
You are more dangerous than a Bear or Bobcat
In the woods. The Bear shan't attack
Unless her cubs are disturbed,
And the Bobcat, so long as you nare
Turn your back, you shall be safe.

23. The Last Poem on Earth

Our Halcyon peace is destroyed;
Oh, you obdurate nations,
You obdurate nations,
Like the sands of the seashore
March out to war against our King.
How did that ancient serpent,
How… O Uriel, did he ascend the pit?
Prophecy has ceased, and man was at peace…
How often they forget only a short while ago
We were at peace, and love abounded everywhere.
History is altered, the past is unknown;
Ancient generations have died
But now we stand at the crossroads—
The end of times—when after one Millennium
Of quiet and peace, a war erupted again
By that wicked prince who rallied many to his cause.
To where do we look? LORD?
Of the last battle of Gog and Magog?
When Your waves destroy Satan’s armies once more?
Hide me in your shelter, and from the hail,
For Your Fame is Great, and Your mercies Almighty.
This Lament I make, for Zion has been broken into once again,
Yet only for a short while… a short while.

24. A False Trichotomy 

Am I the Poet who is faithful to the scene, the man who succors another's verse, or the one who reclines and soaks in a sunset? 

This was the question asked to me. So I answered.

I’m a poet who describes a scene. I sit, with my globe and lantern to the right and left of my ancient laptop. Sea Shells, filled with common gemstones, lay atop a China tea saucer ornamented with blue paint, and my brass lantern resting in-between them. Polished Carnelian, Pink Howlite, Blue Granite, and Pink Zebra Coral resting in perfectly shaped sea shells are there, at the base of the lantern. The delicate things I have are common, but precious to me, for they are well appreciated and loved.

I read Wordsworth, succoring in every word, and his two hundred line poem gets pored over for two hours. Thirty seconds for every word, as a good poem should be. I figure for what the poem means, and do my hard work which I am called to do; find the hidden meanings of these strange and wondrous thoughts… of men who were mental giants, and far beyond our weak minded scholars today.

After typing up my report on my laptop, and after reading my book, I stare out into the rainbow sky of sunset. There is no green flash which will appear over the mountains… but the clouds are streaked with lightning bolts, red fiery clouds, which fade into a purple melancholy at the other edge of the world.

25. Pi Ramses

Pi Ramses,
You are named
Right when the
Prophet, good
Moses, lived.
You are proof
Exodus
Was written
Nigh the year
One thousand
Three hundred
Before Christ.
Right before
Moses would
See the land
That our God
Promised him.
Twenty years
Is within
A margin
Of error.

26. King Tut

Anubis sits atop a vessel
In the pattern of the Ark of the Covenant.
How the LORD God freed Israel
From idolatry, and gave them a pure law.
For, instead of Anubis,
It is the Law of God
Between the Cherubim.
The Curtains of the Tabernacle
Cry out that Exodus was real.
So does the Ark of the Covenant.
So does all evidence prove the LORD Jehovah Jireh.

How also the Covenants between Egypt and the Hittites
Prove Moses, for a learned man of Egyptian Royalty
Wrote the Torah. Only one of such education could.

27. Pastor A____

Walking down the path at the State Park
I saw Pastor A___. My eyes naturally look
At a person's chest, which is a bad habit of mine;
She shouted my name, and I stopped to talk.

"So, are you now a Methodist or are you still
"Preaching as a Lutheran?" I asked coyly.
A look of astonishment fell over her face,
Like she couldn't possibly ever be Methodist...
"I'm still a Lutheran, preaching at D____."
She said to tell the family she said hello
And that she wanted updates from me and my dad.

Though, I  wondered while walking up the trail
If her bewilderment was because of my shyness...
My bad habit of looking at people's chests
Which I also did up the trail, as I saw an older couple.
But, I realized, it was probably because I had mistaken
Her as preaching Methodism, and not Lutheranism...

To which, I was a little puzzled as to the great difference.
To me, Lutheran, Methodist, Presbyterian and Episcopalian
Are the faith that sings old songs, preaches platitudes for sermons
Sings Kumbaya, and accepts Liberal Theology.

But, to her, there is a great difference...
And that's why I'm glad I know enough about Theology
To not really know it myself.
As like Literary Theory,
Theology is something that knowing a little helps a long way
But knowing too much gets you lost in the weeds.

We parted on good terms. But, I wonder which
Of my bad habits was really the reason she
Seemed a bit offended?
I don't know, but felt a bit embarrassed,
And used it as a tool to keep two notes:
"Don't make assumptions;
"And look people in the eyes."

28. Apricot


My tongue is citrus,
It is buttery fat;—-
It is a tongue of
Apricot’s
Pleasant, resinous ash.

29. Divine Shadow

The divine shadow of the Law,
A shadow of judgment to come,---
Armies rape, murder, steal, destroy.
Why does the Bible have it thus?
Is it because God is that of
An immoral monster? Or, is't
That the Shadow must integrate
Within us, for which to be good?
Is it because rape, robbery
Murder and theft is within us
And there must be peace expressed through
Most barbaric human nature?
Subconsciously, the Law speaks masked
Natures of man and woman, so
That the shadow stays appeased by
Vengeance in the literary 
Form, and not corporeal worlds?

30. The Best Picture of Heaven

Diamond is a crystalline form of Carbon.
A base element. Gold shall be crystalline
And take on the appearance of Jasper stone.
Mount Zion shall be a holy city like
A city we have today, with towers tall
Raised from the foundation of twelve gemstones like
The layers of our earth today in sedimentary rock.
The towers shall be pearlescent rose and peridot
In appearance, and crystalline like a diamond.
The entire gemstone, which shall be Mount Zion
Shall have roads carved within it like a pure cavern
And mansions, and lakes of living water, and cataracts too,
And fire shall be the Holy Spirit's light, and the countenance
Of the Father, seated at His temple in Jerusalem.
It shall be an ethereal cavern, with no darkness
But only light. And one's mansions shall have petrified woods
For their crossbeams, gemstones for their stained-glass windows
And precious stones for their delicate things; their furniture
Shall be everlasting, to recline in beds with heavenly linens
Of which, we shall be clothed with raiment that feels
Like the Moon, Stars, Cataracts and Knowledge.
We shall walk with our Beulah, a perfect spouse
Whom we shall be made into nations and clans and mighty peoples.
This is a mystery, but is spoken of in the Marriage of the Lamb Supper.
There shall be suburbs and countrysides, libraries, and books
And fish, and all the animals we Christians loved
They shall be there, and populate this Heavenly City.
It shall be seeded with the Seed of Man and Beast.
There shall be heavenly beasts and no rapine;
Flora and Fauna which shall evolve, and studied;
The Trees of Fruit of Life shall grow into myriads of species
And every tree shall bear a fruit, and Sweet and Savory
Shall be the only tastes remaining. No bitter, no sour, no salt.
There shall be new heavenly tastes, and new heavenly senses.
The Fruit of Life shall be our Meat. And there shall be no sadness or tears.
Or fear, or mourning, but only joy, love and peace.
New colors yet unseen, and majesty and dominion shall be
Given to us by God, to rule alongside with Him for ever and ever.
Amen.

31. Mr. Caulfield

You said something interesting.
"If we all know Law naturally,
"Then there are no good people."
I stopped and thought about 
Why we cannot communicate.
When you say "Good people"
You mean good within society's context.
Because by knowing there is a natural law
Which we're born knowing,
You then realize the Gospel's message.
There is not one good, no not one.
And then you repeatedly say you hate me.
So, I don't hate you. But hatred 
Is itself murder, just not the actual act.

32. You Who Throw Ye Stones

Ye most likely to throw a stone
Have entertained the very sin,
And wish to hide it so by slaying
Another person with thine own guilt.

33.

Just took the official White Privilege test.
Turns out I have none.

34. The Four Winds of Hersey

The prosperity preacher sows nettles,
So that the outward man is a sharp thorn.
Do not be blown by Greed's winds of error.

The New Age teacher sows a heart of stone,
So that Salvation's joy is a dense spell.
Do not be swayed by an Idol's error.

The man who is cursed by Moses' law
Has rose hedges in his heart, and his mein.
Do not break the LORD's Sabbath in error.

The man who accepts the sin of Sodom
Has Roman Highways in his soul toward all.
Do not walk on that Sin's path of error.

35. A Christian Cannot Sin

The wisdom of a child,
One cannot disobey mother.
The same way is to be said
That a Christian cannot sin.
Nor does a Christian sin,
Because they do not want to.

36. The Poet Smithy

A cryptic conversation
Between the Silent Generation
Passing over a dinner table...
A retelling of Tchaikovsky's ballet...
Smithy has talent.
Though, he's pursuing vain persons...
And until he stops, he will never succeed.
A good poet... but following after
The coattails of pedants
Will never win the Crown.
Simply don't play the game.
Then, you already have won.

37. Await oh Washington

Await, oh Washington
Your time to lead the war;
Await, oh Washington
To lead your men to tor.

Dress in your color's best
And wear honor on your chest;
Await, Oh Washington
To lead your men to tor!

Say not a word to rise,
But sit and take your time;
Let those who see you're true
Come to honor you!

Await, oh Washington
Your time to lead the war;
Await, oh Washington
To lead your men to tor.

38. The Sacred Cow

Sometimes, the sacred
Cow needs to be slaughtered
So there can again be peace
And the hungry can feast on love.

39. Heaven's Twelve Foundations

Onyx---removed from
Aaron's Breastplate,---you're Judas;---
Heaven's twelve layers.

40. My Birth Stone

My birth stone
Is fully symbolic of me---
Associated with Wisdom and Love.
God says to forsake the stone, 
And choose a good wife
And to find wisdom.
I will cherish that.

41. Idolatry

Longest of times, I  could not understand why men bow to idols.

Yet, now I know 'tis
The vain life the idol gives;
Child sacrifice
Means sex with no consequence;
It means pleasure, drunk feasts  and
Emboldens orgies by a child's flesh.

Just like our modern idol
Means sodomy, unrestrained 
Sex and opulence. 

42. Holy Kiss

A holy handshake
Is like a holy kiss.
Brethren, work not
To please God,
For this dishonors Him--
Rather, in all things be kind
And respectful of Custom.
Love from the heart,
And your sincere joy
And eye's twinkle
Are a holy kiss enough.

43. The Descension of Babylon

Synagogue of Satan, from Jotunheim:
Thy lightbeams set ablaze our lush forests.
Thy crafts, with your beautiful forms descend
Upon our world;---the reporter is
Arrested. Why? Is it Republican's
Conspiracy to hide the truth? No. 'tis
A War of Roses.

44. Catachresis

To know a dunce,---
How obvious it is to me,---
Is to see 'em on a boat
Swayed about by a storm
Of Catachresis' golden beams.

45. To A Woman

I try to understand you...
But I see you do not know how to love.
Beautiful, but you've turned yourself into a toxic soul.

46. The Curse of Knowledge

Periods are the cause for women's rights
So said the feminist in her epic rant...
And the boys just out of high school not perfectly
Educated on Female Menstruation
Are narcissists.

The fact is, this can be applied to just about
Anything else.

47. The Golden Dark Age

"Science" they cry,
Like "Gold" in Beowulf.
"We do not know how the protein
"Gets absorbed by the stomach."
By the stomach.
So with Vaccine science
And now Antibodies don't exist.
The stomach breaks down food
But doesn't ever digest.

"Science" they cry.
Like a wolf howling in the night.
Maths are purely a product of invention...
After all...

Meanwhile, my dad noticeably suffers
As he aimlessly forgets how to pay for groceries.

48. Peter Singer

Oh, Song of Roland
You decried a slippery path...
How it was proven wrong...

Yet, this Ethicist proves
Oh, how he proves,
That all I said was strong.

No longer art thou embryo
An embryo, a clump of human cells.
It is now a child, as far as Peter Singer can tell.

So now by strange, and obscene ethics
A child born after thirty days,
Can be himself---like a depressed man in Canada---
Etherized on a table, and have life stolen far away.

Now you know why I believe in hell.

49. On Abortion

We beat them down so hard
That now they are trying to make 
Murder ethical.
Now we expose the blimey hypocrites
For what they always were.
Naked truth.

50. The Quadratic Formula

That Rene Descarte:
None other than he who said
"I think, so I am"
Is the man who gifted us
The quadratic formula.

Of course, Babylon
Had their own version of it
Too. Can't forget that.

51. The Black National Anthem

A Cherub choir, in their children's voices
Sing a traditional hymn, and the crowd boos.
An overrated Christian Hedonist
Sings the national anthem, and botches every note.
The crowd cheers... Personally, I was offended
By the absolutely third rate number she did
To my cherished Star Spangled Banner.
The children singing their hymn
Didn't offend me at all.
The word for that is hypocrisy.

52. I Like "Lift Every Voice and Sing"

That Song, should not be divisive.
It's as good as "America the Beautiful."
And it's a wholesome prayer to the LORD
For peace and liberty.

America is our native land
So don't drive us back to 
Europe and Africa.

53. America is Doomed

Warren died on Bunker Hill,
The martyr of our revolution---
The Sphynx sends his armies
Over those Atlantic Hills
And makes George Floyd
The martyr of his cause;---
Orc, Sphynx, oh Spirit of the Age,---
My temporal despair,---
I drop my pen at thy madness.
Should a bully replace a man,
Should a blackguard replace a poet,
Should the Sphynx of Albion rise
America is doomed...
Yet, Maria is not yet.

54. The Big Bang Theory

There was quantum nothing
And then it expanded
Infinitely in space.

There was a glob of hair
Smooshed between the vulva
Of a woman, and then gore.

Cosmic gasses were formed
Into clumps of rock; hot
Balls of gas; planets; stars.

The little infant writhed
And wriggled on the breast
Of her mother's black teat.

Comets brought water to
Our molten sphere, which cooled
And oceans birthed green life.

The child walks, and speaks
A few strange words. "Mama"
"No" and also "I want".

The star is born, a hot
Sun, and the moon cools down;
A comet makes Earth spin.

The child goes to school
To learn life's vanity.
She strives with all her peers.

The animals breed, they
Bring forth the seed after
Their kinds; sea and earth switch.

The teenager lies nude
With her male companion
Inside; they make their kind.

Then man evolves, and wo.
They frolic, until sin
Is once known in the field.

She goes to college; where
Is her child? She strives
Among everyone else.

There is no  rest in this
Story, for it is the
Ethos of modern day.

Grow old; sedentary;
She has a smiling
Face... impoverished of love.

55. Fetters

We are fettered to Free Verse;
Fettered to the very worse
Cackle and huffah of drought.
Poetry has not rained aught
For nigh half a century.
Platitude's cacophony 
And vulgar sexual fluids
Are the feces of druids
Modern,---speaking sinful spells
Makes our world modern hell.

56.

We are all, now, and only now,
Just blowing about by sails
Never truly knowing each other.
For our words cannot be known;
Nor our intentions...
Babel, Babel, Babel,
Logos, Logos, Logos,
The Tower, Tower, Tower...

57. The Man Who Could Listen

"I wander these roads
"Searching for one who understands me.
"How my curse, like Cassandra,
"Is to understand every word I hear
"But nobody knows what I have said.
"Do I stay silent, then?
"Like Pythagoras was wise
"Do I listen, and greedily soak in
"Every bit of wisdom I can from the fools?

"I speak, and not one knows what I have said.
"They speak, and a Hereclitian fire alights
"In my soul, seeing the mysteries upon mysteries
"Their very souls borne open to me...
"And just one I would like to touch
"And have them meet my own."

58. The Oil of Gerard

Hopkins, the oil from thy well
Of ink, which thy pen has dipped down
Deep into Salvation’s cistern

Is a beautiful feat. Poet
Thou hast been, for thy song’s grandeur.
Even one great poem is enough

If thou be remembered by it
For a thousand lifetimes. Poet
Thou art, all for thy one great song.

59. Hitler's Table Talk

Even when talking
About the weather, Hitler
Proved verily foul.

60. Hanukkah

Paul is explicitly clear--
As are the fathers of apostolic succession---
That we're not to be yoked to Judaism. 

That's what Jesus meant that His Yoke is Light. 

Hebrews states that with a change of Priesthood, 
From Levi to Melchizedek 
(An older priesthood 
Established in the Abrahamic Covenant) 
Comes a change of Law.

61. Words

AI cannot see the world
Through an imaginative lens.
It is simply a calculator
Which measures our preferences
And spits out its formulae.
It has no experience
On which to make others feel
Its perspective. No, its perspective
Is a cold, calculative machine.
It does not sense what is in the room
It only tells us what is in the room.
And that is why it does no art.

62. To: The Giant of Albion

That's not true that a writer cannot capture a thing as it is. Wittgenstein was wrong. Great writers, that's what they do is capture the subject as it is. I got to admit, bringing up Wittgenstein when talking about poetry is amateurish. Wittgenstein was wrong about mostly everything he said. He's not the man I'd cite in a dissertation about poetry. You were doing well up until that point. Wittgenstein is the other side of a nasty coin which dominates literary theory right now, and it's invariably false. Mostly due to readers' poor attention spans, bad ethics and lack of comprehension, that's why people believe it. But texts have definitive comprehension, and are understood beyond the literal words. They are also good at communicating the sense of how something actually is, and how it's perceived. That's generally the scope of all Sages in History, was attuning people to that fact. Confucius, Socrates, Pythagoras, Christ... All meant to say that a text has a universal sense, and ascribe to the Logos. As it is, Names have to be rectified. If they're not, that creates confusion and an inability to comprehend each other.

You, also, shouldn't steal. Borrowing the plot of Hercules or borrowing a theme from someone like Mathologer, is not theft. But you should never copy someone's idea. You need to transform everything you use.

You had two good pieces of advice, but derailed at Wittgenstein.

Borrowing themes such as alien bugs, underground cities and political manipulation from influential magnates, like in Star Ship Troopers, the Matrix and the Star Wars Prequels is not copying them. Or finding the Orc in Thomas Bulfinch and writing with that as an archetype. Because William Blake wrote similarly to me, and it's just because the Orc creates that archetype that it exists. That two writers, who know nothing about one another, can find it. It's the universality of communication. Which blows Wittgenstein's theories out of the water.

But, you're talking about "Copying". Artists shouldn't copy. They borrow things and elements from the universals of language as a construct, but they don't "Copy". Language describes only what's in the real world, and what's universally applicable to all human beings. And the building of contexts, and shared cultural heritages that allow a text to be fully understood. And using that, you can produce new works of literature.

Like, you got that idea about "Stealing" from T. S. Eliot, who wasn't actually stealing. He was borrowing quotations from his favorite poems, and transforming them into his own works, which corresponded with a large body of work. That's not "Theft" and that's not "Stealing" and that's not "Copying." He called it "Theft" but he meant it poetically. From borrowing the themes and elements. You should NEVER copy another artist. That's unlawful. There are universal strings of logos, and concepts that can be attained universally and without seeing other people. But, that's not the same as copying.

For instance Christ, Confucius and Plato can all find the concept of Logos. That's because it's a real concept that's discoverable. Just like the Laws of Mathematics. And there are human behavioral patterns, and underlying subconscious stratas and structures, that can be discovered. And that's what all artists do, is rediscover those old concepts, and communicate them to a new generation. But they never copy. Ever.

63. Flesh and Spirit

The fleshly world,
Come about by strife,
Is tied together
By Six Days of Christ
Evolving worlds
Through his holy word.

Adam and Eve in
That Eden's garden
Are genesised to 
God's almighty hand.
Their life genesised
To Zion's Holy Land.

For we either are 
Born of this world,
And sown our hearts, tares,
Or sojourning in 
This world, from fair
Gardens of great wealth.

For, Eden and Earth
Were tied together
In a holy knot.
We come from strife
And then so will rot,---
Or from paradise.

Our genesis is
Either Zion's Hills
Or this world's strife
Where man and beast kills
Their prey and enemy.
God now Chastened me,

For by a holy 
Glitch my poem was gone
To be rewritten
Into  masterful 
Song of a smitten
Heart, by this puzzle.

64. We Are Solipsist

"We are Solipsist, and we are many---
"All of us burdened by our own thoughts.
"What you or anyone else says matters not."
Thus putting an end to this writer's tyranny.
Live in a world where no one knows
Save the sin hidden behind your brow.
That is the only communication left
I'm afraid. You are Solipsist, and Literature is dead.

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