Thursday, November 02, 2006

Dismal Grim

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 up
we 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

10 Comments:

Blogger En Chiang said...

nuke em all and start again :-)
would you want to be there when it all started again?

6:45 AM  
Blogger T said...

my eyes are all squinty... but u got a good start going there...will come back and read this soon...!

7:01 AM  
Blogger T said...

thou art pearly right?

7:02 AM  
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11:54 AM  
Blogger Sylvan Goddess said...

NICE!!!!

11:56 AM  
Blogger Yohan said...

Oh so you're Pearly? I never guessed.

That's one of my favourite poems, by the way.

You meet my sis at all?

5:23 PM  
Blogger PrlJay said...

well dreamy t just increase text size and spare yourself the squintiness.

frankly i wish we all just turn to dust and rust but somehow somewhere i long for a judgement day for the assholes who walked away with the shit they did but then that'll leave us all accountable for our own shit too and i have a weird feeling we're gonna be judged, if at all, by what we chose to ignore than what we did esp if your crime list ain't that big....quite a quandry. and no i really hope i don't live to see the end of the world. the end of me's a scary thought too

death scares the shit off me
gotta do somethin' bout it. right now just trying best to catch up on life the way i want it lived. can't believe got just 10 more days in this randy town fore i'm mountain bound. yay! or something like that. lil apprehensive but feeling fine

vinza's become an elusive obscurity
don't know how she does it in this world of telex and fax. heh. quite a gift.

11:55 PM  
Blogger Yohan said...

She does it on purpose I tell you! Hehe.

Are you still with Worldspace? You should start a conspiracy to get Indian Rock fans out of the sixties and seventies, and into the noughties! I'm doing what I can...

12:10 PM  
Blogger PrlJay said...

we are we are, all we play are the new guys killers bravery lots of new fangled bands from britain - the servant, my architects, the kooks, the guys who sang glorious yada yada yada...a lot of them are beginning to sound just like each other. me take solace in the psyche folk scene and quite a bit of world. richard bona, amadou mariam, salif keita. beautiful stuff. banhart's cripple crow also quite quaint and nice.

1:58 AM  
Blogger Yohan said...

Do you play the following: The Libertines, Arctic Monkeys, Franz Ferdinand, The Strokes etc?

For something a little different, try Elbow - their album "Leaders of the Free World" is quite cool. Then there are 2 Canadian bands - The Arcade Fire, and Wolf Parade - who are awesome, and not at all the usual post-punk. I shall post on them sometime...

7:43 AM  

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