Canto IV – Mars Concerto
Intense \disorder, disarray
The Fog of War everywhere but no bullets
A silent war – A cultural war, A demographic war, A war of representation and replication
Softness, Collusion, Peace
Faggots, Jews, Niggers
“A man with no fortune, but with a name to come.”
The Will brutalized into fatalistic tendencies
The old spinner spins without regard to goodness or wickedness
A mere functionary at a Job
“So that the high may become low and the low may become high.”
But not always, sometimes the low remains low and the high remains high
Metempsychosis sometimes to the seventh generation
Supine and Karmic the Myth of Er
But the Will rises, cuts through, destroys, bestial remnant
Ascension, divination, retention, strangulation
A guiding principle
A compass within dark woods
Lost without our myths
Without our Gods
Without our Glory
Inclemency and wine
They will ask “Is poetry a war crime?”
Radovan’s “deaf amphorous dough”
Prating about covenants
Smug and self-satisfied
Purchases and pointless chatter
There can be no covenants between warrior-poets and the bourgeois
Only hand Grenades in the morning
And slit throats in the afternoon
Mai Tai’s and the silver spoon
Reclining into the newfangled unthinking existentialism of Positive affirmation
The lesser demons compel the condemned to smile and leisurely masturbate whilst in limbo
Bishop Danilo, brooding on the evils of Islam
The Serbians knew
They sang to the girls while shooting their fathers:
“Beautiful Turkish daughter,/Our Monks will baptize you.”
“Give me the making of a nation’s songs, and let who will make their laws.”
The Fat Jew:
“Give me control of a nation’s money and I care not who makes it’s laws”
The new Colossus, a gaping hole to be filled, a void, an asshole – Promiscuous Women – “Tired, poor, huddled masses yearning to breathe free, / The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.” – Relativity…
The old Colossus, an Ideal, a warning, a robust fullness, Occidental assertion of boundaries – Righteous Men– “Saviour of cities, harnessed in bronze, strong of arm, unwearying, mighty with the spear” – Clarity of Vision.
The Thin Jew, inviting the world, slipping inside – lukewarm – eels, centipedes, vermin, slimy amorphousness
They let the Moors into Visigoth Spain
Weimar Whores reclining in windswept palaces full of casting shadows
Bread and circuses retain the name of the footprint alone
Fleecing chivalrous conventions of bygone eras for the last of the last men
Morons! Everywhere mass retardation!
Hang the moralists! Crucify the Lord!
Gadget nerds and gay marriages, usury, sitcoms and sodomy!
Cleanse this House!
Papiols, Papiols, to the music!
Mar’s instruments – Volcanic Eruptions!
The Clarion Call, the Cornu Wail, the Standards Raised!
It beckons to all patriots –
“Death to all traitors, life everlasting to our Brethren!”
Hail Europa and despair!