Friday 16 April 2021

Elegy for the Victims of Hysterical Totalitarianism

 FEAR The humans are stampeding on the veldt,

Hey citizens! The wonderful experimental drug

FEARPORN stampeding down the interstate,

is ready, it's on special, wow! Let's do this!

FEEDBACK LOOPS in a blind panic

Look, they're lining up, celebrities

and all! There's Midwin Charles! Oh wait there's not.

Or was one hell of a coincidence!

SUBLIMINALS whilst wild calliopes galumph.

1. Unplug electric cobra. 2 Change the world.

Death to TV! Death! Death! Death! Only Death!

Men trust their Project Fear feed far too much,

endangering their liberty and mine

with mass hysterias of feedback loops,

should be detached from ever believing in

such strident 'news'. You want to make the world

a better place? Get rid of it, don't let

the vilest human devils on this Earth

not only wind you up with fear but make

a profit in the bargain! You should not

allow this evil curse to rule your house,

to lie to your own spouse and your own kids.


Friday 2 April 2021

The marks of sin and error in the hand and in the head

 Hysterical totalitarian

humongous “Long Emergency” Peak Oil

Peak Everything Peak Population Eek!


Despite totalitarian features in these creepy crawly men

I would be more concerned about our error and our sin.


Seek Him and worry not about the mark

in hand which is the same old sin or mark

in head that is the same old error, not

some technocratic fearporn zombie film

catastrophism worry lest one damn

oneself by getting barcode, feeding kids!


It winds them up with burning fear, it rends their hearts.

May all such fearporn on this Earth be broken down for parts.


There's too much boogabooga, Brave New World...

Like smog, it can't be healthy for the young

or old or "man unkind". Fear is itself

totalitarian, but never believe

a Big Lie if you can avoid mere faith

in governments and corporations to

be affable sincere upfront and not

have interests, some inimical, perhaps,

to citizens who have a conscience left.


You have enough to keep you up at night,

need oil and wine poured in your wounds, and light!


Let's flee their clutches to our nearby calm

tranquility alertness diligence

renewing spirituality! May dawn

of timelessness within the flesh of time,

the fountain of His timelessness in us,

instruct you, bloom in you, convey you forth

in safety, well up in your conscience like

a lamp! Let not this world dishearten you.

Let not this treacherous ochlocracy's

canned cancelation cancel you for good.

Let not this stampede with a million eyes

surveilling all with not cabal but mob

suspicion, roving revolution, Rome,

stamp over you with hooves of cesium

and technocratic sacking of Bastilles,

and anarchic surveilled swiveling eyes!


O Lord, open their eyes that they might see

the nurturance and light you showed to me.


Lest gentle bread and subtle wine die out,

degenerating into eating bread with care

by measure, drinking water (wine too) with

astonishment, may God blow on the coal

of His Church in the wilderness of here

and now; that gentleness may prosper here

as in the Heavens not the bread of night

and wickedness and mourning; and that wine

and not the wine of violence of the lie /

the error / the distortion may light up

this labyrinth with glory, inmost breadth.


He rides the horse of understanding in the Word

beyond the flicking surface angel's flaming sword.