I have a new project in the work. Will be working on it for a while. Might not be as active with my blog these upcoming months. But, I will be posting periodically.

 

New Project:

 

O, the Nethanim in their warpaints

Cross the open valleys.

The androgynous masses of death

In their shewo forms,

Man or wo, none know

They fling themselves down to the battles.

Yet, the trees, Nethanims, Stags, Wolves and Bear

Cross the valleys and meet them.

The battle unlooses,

As they bring the weary soul

To Zion, safely hidden in the shelter

And pinions of the LORD.

Oh how the intellectual is complicit in his own enslavement.

This is why George Carlin is wrong.

 

Rather than make God a tyrant…

What His lack provides

Is the force of wills on one another

And the force of wills to the force of blood.

 

Our framers saw democracy as self evident.

That God was a foundation stone for our rights as human beings.

The snide intellectual jeers at right and wrong…

Yet right and wrong were what gave them the freedom to think.

 

If freedom is only found in a gun…

Then it is not freedom.

One man’s gun defines freedom,

Then that freedom means freedom only for himself.

 

Freedom is found in reason.

For then all are able to taste it.

All can see it is self evident.

All can see that Freedom subsists by itself.

Yet… we need God,

Otherwise despotism comes

In Freedom’s wool.

Transubstantiation:

 

It’s a little difficult to understand. I know. But it plays between Milton’s Paradise Lost and Keat’s Hyperion.

Hyperion is about Democracy being overthrown by a Theocratic power. The poem is criticizing Milton’s discourse about faith. Keats is using Milton’s own imagery to say that Satan was not a fallen angel, but was a Titan, and thus, the satire begins there. The imagery is obviously about the Freemasons, who built the American Democracy. It is simply saying that Reason—or rather an age of reason—is superior to one based on power.

Contrast that to Milton, who was misunderstood by Keats. Milton’s criticism was reason’s foray into dangerous ideas. Such things that Satan is depicted as using reason to try and convince his cohorts—and the reader—to be complicit in murder. So, reason in Milton is being akin to justifying crime, which is not far off from actually being the case that reason is beginning to do this. Because we come dangerously close to reasoning away morality as a culture, and also our freedoms.

My poem is using the archetype of Islam as the White Horse, basing it in Keat’s understanding. That Keats is criticizing a Theocratic regime overthrowing the Democracies of America and the emerging ones in Europe. So, I’m ignoring Milton’s schema, to draw a comparison. Hyperion is about the fall of democracy.

The third image is Cesar Borgia. Who, as is often noted, appears in portraits of Jesus. The poem gives a short discourse on Borgia being the factual state of the painting, but one imprints Christ over him because—as the poem will draw a metaphor here—that is who God sees in us. We—by very nature of being fleshly creatures—are like Borgia. We are incredibly wicked. Cesar Borgia is a type of our flesh selves, and the spirit is the image we imprint on the picture of Borgia. No longer is it Borgia that we see, but it is rather Christ. The Poem also complies Caesar Borgia as the builder of the democracies, but rather it is what God has done with it that my poem is interested in.

Underlying that is the same with our democracy. Though it was created with the understanding that Democracy was Satanic, it rather was inverted on itself. The foundation laid by the builders of our democracy was Christ. So by that very reason, Christ was the foundation stone—or philosopher’s stone—of truth. Therefore, though democracy was considered a Satanic regime by many scholars, the foundation of Democracy was principled on Christ when it was established here in America—hence John Locke and others who greatly influenced the founding fathers—so that the society could be constructed and stable, and it wouldn’t collapse itself. Thus, the flesh of the regime was superimposed by Christ, to make it right. It is the same way with Christians. Underneath, in fact, we are corrupt and evil. But, with Christ as our cover, what God sees is Jesus in us. Just like we see Jesus in portraits of Cesar Borgia. Same with the Democracy.

So, the poem “Transubstantiation” is dealing with the removal of that spiritual truth, to uncover the flesh of the truth, and therefore undermine the values we uphold in our democracy. The very appeal to “Fact” evidence is counter intuitive to reason, with two facts. A: Reason requires an ending point, and Christ is that ending point. He is the one who substantiates our values, and doesn’t regress us backward into despotism. What is called a “Philosopher’s Stone.” B: The facts cannot substantiate an ethos. They never could, which was why Christ was used to build the foundation of American democracy; otherwise, freedom would unhinge.

Therefore, the poem “Transubstantiation” is talking about the spiritual self being superimposed on both the individual and society. The fact that men are not perfect, but God uses them. And therefore the White Regime—the false regime—coming in tries to substantiate itself on Power instead of reason. Which, to Keats it would be man’s power being criticized, as I don’t believe he believed in God. But I do for this reason, that what was—as a fleshly thing—deprived and evil can be Transubstantiated into something good, be it Democracy or our own selves. The white regime is trying to hand the reigns back to Caesar Borgia, which is why he’s typed with the White Horse in Revelation. The overthrow of the Red Regime—which Red is often typed as evil, and it’s meant to draw some moral distance—by the white regime is considered bad, because now all that is left is the flesh, which is likened to artificial morality without the Philosopher’s Stone of Christ to hinge reason on.

Hyperion, Caesar, ruler of the red pyramid and obelisk

Allied with Saturn, allied with Memory,

The Brick-Layers, the fallen idols…

 

How you paved your streets with Red Clay,

How you’ve set your jewels

To lay the body of God

To be the straw of your street’s brick.

You found wisdom, o’ Memory

And allied with Hyperion;—

You fought hard to preserve Athens and Rome.

 

White streets—laid with the sands of the shore

And sandstone spires and great shingled roofs—

From there cast all war upon Athens and Rome.

The armies marched, to dreg the dregs

Of Hyperion’s estate, o’ Athens.

The Greek gods, those idle men and women

Not gods at all, threw down the stones

Of the Titans, o’ Athens and Rome.

White was their horse—with the castles of Sandstone—

Who came to conquer.

 

O’ Hyperion, cast down from thy bench in heaven

Cast down, cast down, o’ my soul sees thou art cast down

With all the idols you brought with you.

Those locusts, those chameleons,

Whom Paradise Lost.

For wisdom you championed

To let reason build…

You and Saturn laid down Christ

As the Philosopher’s Stone.

Yet… there were gods among you

O’ Titans. gods who wished to lay

Caesar Borgia as their stone.

For the picture of Jesus we see

It is Caesar Borgia.

 

The man is Caesar Borgia;

The flesh; the god we worship in ourselves.

Willing to tear down the regimes of old

And to build upon the ruins.

Spiritually, we see Jesus working in our hearts…

For we are all, as our flesh

The object in the frame.

So despicable.

We are all Borgia

Yet, God sees Christ in us

So the old man is washed away.

 

The regimes of Wisdom laid Christ as their Philosopher’s Stone…

Though Hyperion built it, though Saturn laid the stone,

Though the obelisk is red, and though the pyramid is large

The Philosopher Stone was Christ.

Thus, this ugly regime which the Bricklayers built

Was seen, in spiritual sense, what is not flesh

But Spirit, and thus made clean.

Though it was Red as Scarlet

It was now White as Snow.

 

However, reason was done away

And the flesh of the painting was all that remained.

The white falsehood of the Sandstone Castles

Which are built tall, where Borgia, the flesh,

Rather than Christ the Spirit

Reigns in all.

If the new man is unseen

Then our Kingdoms fall.

 

And so, the Bricklayers, the Titans

Became the very gods cast down to earth.

They, now, try to build their white city on earth

By the flesh of a man seen in portraits;—

But not our Christ.

 

So… as with men, so with mankind

What was blood red

Let the image of Christ be shed upon us,

So that the old man is no longer seen

Though it factually existed.

Let us show forth as white snow.

Let the goodness of Christ

Shewn from us, and within us,

Who are Transubstantiated into the image of Christ.