so yesterday was sitting in the smoke room with the duende and co watching a feeble bunch of protesters across the street waving limpid placards calling for the the re enactment of the Armed Forces Specials Powers Act. something that has been flittering on and off meadia and human rights highlights after the whole youknowwhatihopes. talk shifted to the general scene. of blood and blame. of oppression, repression, suppression all part of the rigmarole game. military might and revolutinary trite. of the whole gory sordid state of affairs, governments and things. of intolerabilities addressed and discussed in intolerable rehtoric over champagne glasses and smooth marble tops. of the sheer absurdity of the logic of war and life as such. of the two sides to every coin leaving no room for answers at all. of a world gone rabid, run by thieves. the premise was stark in the duende's scream"it's all fucked up, it's all fucked upwe can only nuke us all and start afresh"i have many doubts about the christian faith. a faith overun by clergy and doctrine and holy self righteous absurd men, more or less like the rest of the pack. gone far far away from the original plan. but going back to the grand design of the good book i'll pause awhile to explain some bits in brief.so god above made the universe with a master plan. he made the earth, skies and seas and filled them all sorts of creatures wild. last of all he made us men with a will to choose and do and gave us stewardship of this brand new earth to boot. we know what freedom often brings. the great fall happened and with that total alienation from god's perfect plan. the downfall had begun. but then there was redemption offered in jesus christ. the only clause, unshaken faith in this second provision from god. a pacifist hung on a cross. so where was the proffered salvation? be faithful, watchful and prayerful were the given commands. things will be bad till judgement day. and there was the revelation of things to come. horrors upon horrors for human kind until the final apocalyptic end and that's when The Second coming begins and thereafter a whole new world reborn, afresh.in short, going back, "nuke 'em all and start afresh". That does seem to be the master plan yeats lived through the terrors of the first world war and wrote a poem that jars and mars and scars. and living in these times the dread from his words still strike deep.
The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming!
Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?so there we are, so close to the duende's cry of despair. but brothers sisters the race is still on, the time still around to arise and chant down babylon