Thoth's Curse

[rowens]

Thoth's Curse


Truth is an open book
that to read is to be blind.
Out there, a dual snipe
asks nothing, smiling like
wedding-rain on imposition.

Is a Curse, between Wisdom
and Understanding, 
Memory and Desire,
that haunts like no-ghost
crying. Oh Laughing Acquaintance,
the Star is in the way!

Can't see, for your glasses,
as though they, like your clothes,
are part of your face.
No Mystery, but protected
by heroes against love.

I'm Prometheus, again and again
knowing. The braille is our projections.
I see too brightly how I shine:
Miss Double Telescope,
you see the doom as well as I.

We're too smart for our age.
Sex is in the brain.
To see my true colors now
is to give up the neophyte the game.

[tun]

Thoth's Curse


Truth is an open book
that to read is to be blind.
Out there, a dual snipe
asks nothing, smiling like
wedding-rain on imposition.

Is a Curse, between Wisdom
and Understanding, 
Memory and Desire,
that haunts like no-ghost
crying. Oh Laughing Acquaintance,
the Star is in the way!

Can't see, for your glasses,
as though they, like your clothes,
are part of your face.
No Mystery, but protected
by heroes against love.

I'm Prometheus, again and again
knowing. The braille is our projections.
I see too brightly how I shine:
Miss Double Telescope,
you see the doom as well as I.

We're too smart for our age.
Sex is in the brain.
To see my true colors now
is to give up the neophyte the game.

In this one I see three familiar things - 'mysterious oppositions' (reading is blindness/haunt/no ghost) these create a forced atmosphere of artificial profundity 'White like Black', etc. Next I see declarations regarding the self - 'I am this I am that.' These always appear. The repeating/recurring claims to knowlege suggest fear. Then thirdly, the declarations regarding what the world is; What 'we' are and what 'sex' is, etc. These insisting declarations suggest a lack of confidence, as if one is rooted or transfixed into a contradictory world that consumes every faculty in an endless stretching effort to resolve intelligibility and identification.

[rowens]

What you're describing is the Curse of Thoth. Of knowing, and not in the biblical sense, but in the biblical sense.

The need to know. The curse of the ability to know and to know well.

To see what's happening and what will happen. To have the ability to create art instead of simply live.
To hoard and obsess as a natural tendency, an evolved trait of function and habitat, sticking paperbags and glass bottles and cardboardboxes to a beaversdam, not as dwelling or extension but the very activity is living.

Demonic poetry is taking the Eightfold Path and making ever widening and complex mandalas. Simplicity and complexity like dark and light, silence and noise and groan and speech.

There are no such things as contradictions. Poetry creates contradictions and conflicts and dramas for its own benefit, like a beaver makes a dam and a man makes a house of cards and a child makes a sandcastle. Like the environment and atmosphere make a scene and some weather. Like an actress makes a movie and a dream and a poet.

[tun]

What you're describing is the Curse of Thoth. Of knowing, and not in the biblical sense, but in the biblical sense.

The need to know. The curse of the ability to know and to know well.

To see what's happening and what will happen. To have the ability to create art instead of simply live.
To hoard and obsess as a natural tendency, an evolved trait of function and habitat, sticking paperbags and glass bottles and cardboardboxes to a beaversdam, not as dwelling or extension but the very activity is living.

Demonic poetry is taking the Eightfold Path and making ever widening and complex mandalas. Simplicity and complexity like dark and light, silence and noise and groan and speech.

There are no such things as contradictions. Poetry creates contradictions and conflicts and dramas for its own benefit, like a beaver makes a dam and a man makes a house of cards and a child makes a sandcastle. Like the environment and atmosphere make a scene and some weather. Like an actress makes a movie and a dream and a poet.

How are simple devices repetitively, mechanically and systematically deployed to avoid expressing evident ontological insecurities straightforwardly in order to apprehend/encounter meaning and its inevitable outcomes 'The Curse of Thoth'?

[rowens]

The Anima Mundi is different from someone. They are one. They are none.

That's the source material.


Evidence of ontological insecurity is prose. No such thing exists in poetry, as everything said in poetry, even "I know nothing" or "I know everything" is the same.

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A poem called A Giddily Mentally-Disabled Childman is in my drafts. It embraces fear as love. As fear and agon make love better.

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Not anxiety but fear. Anxiety is the shadow of Fear, as Resentment is the shadow of Anger.

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And that's further expressed in Energy's Dedication. I write poems and post them in order. I sometimes write them in order, and sometimes not.

[tun]

The Anima Mundi is different from someone. They are one. They are none.

That's the source material.


Evidence of ontological insecurity is prose. No such thing exists in poetry, as everything said in poetry, even "I know nothing" or "I know everything" is the same.

This is all as if the senseless trilling of a Budgerigar (Parakeet).


The following statements seem superfluous, unnecessary and arbitrary.

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A poem called A Giddily Mentally-Disabled Childman is in my drafts. It embraces fear as love. As fear and agon make love better.

---

Not anxiety but fear. Anxiety is the shadow of Fear, as Resentment is the shadow of Anger.

---

And that's further expressed in Energy's Dedication. I write poems and post them in order. I sometimes write them in order, and sometimes not.

[rowens]

All words are glyphs, mental and subtle.

Wisdom and Understanding are a horizontal line, Memory and Desire a vertical line, together they are Resh, the Sun of Responsibility of an Arbitrary Absolute.

Anti-no-No

Beyond Love and Union
is the nonterror that's Baphomet.
This is sense.
There is no sense.
These don't need to be or be the same.



Prose is the guts and mucus under the skin.
Poetry is the Praise of blood and grace.
The Gross is the beauty of the flesh.