NOR CAN HE GO BACK TO THE PITY OF MEN.

Maudlin sonnet in Mermaid cafe.  I am the Strange Emperor.

On this high and rocky prominence

Many gods have made their home

There they vie for dominance

Each contending for the throne.

What are the Names of the Gods?

"the gods

that are not, or that are

according to the soul's desire,

like a pool into which we plunge, or do not plunge."

Without the ritual observances the order breaks down. What are the names of the gods?
Without the ritual observances the seasons lose their shape
Time fragments into billions of scattered moments
The king has been overthrown
Civil War fractures the Kingdom.
            What steps into the breach?
When there is no ‘I’ but a contention
What acts, when?

“a deed often brings with it a numbness and lack of freedom: so that the doer is as if spellbound at its recollection and feels as if he were an

accessory

of it.”

I am the Strange Emperor.  MAKE RECORD OF MY UTTERANCE

Can we catch a god? Trap one in this rogue space, this non-space which repels space and time?

Are the gods self-created? Do they take shape gradually in the mind, constructing themselves, facet by facet, until entire they birth themselves?

                Allow me to introduce myself What are the Names of the Gods?

My name is hove. Appeared, came to light. What horses has he harnessed to haul his chariot?

                What is he made of? What lies behind? What forces bankrolled his rise to power?

What shadowy amalgamation of actors, which interests? Hence, the Dark God, the shadow.

            We record the echoes and the ellipses. in  manner elliptical but each riddle shall unknot itself becoming quite clear at quests end. Master of Disguise.

“... has his characteristic experience” the same old Morality Play, wheeled out again and again-

                Have you learned your lesson yet?

In the aftermath of defeat, fall back, lick wounds.

NO WOUND EVER HEALS.

Some part of us is always in Hell. Some aspect is always suffering.

THE OBSERVER IS JUST A FRAGMENT OF CONSCIOUSNESS.

Feather suspended on the water’s meniscus.

MAGIC YELLOW BOX. Post-it-note.

The King has abdicated

                Let a God take his place.

Hey!

                  What kind of

Hinkleberg Humperdick  

are you?

INHABIT THE PRECINCT BODILY. Incarnate.

                        Tasting the sunlight in the mouth.

PRECEPT ONE-PRACTISE VOCATION. PERSERVERE TO END. Acceptance is the only course dignity can aver. Sublimate pain. Birth beauty. Transform inwardly not act out. The pain can be bourne. Tear down pride. ACTIVATE CONSOLATION WITHIN.

Rudiments of progression. The goal being forward motion as opposed to the circular, or spiral motion. The attainment of an ideal.

So, step one. Formulate Image of the Ideal.

Representation is externaliation. Ideal becomes Idol.

Can Judge. Can Disavow. Can Commend.

                Can exhort. Can chide.

What is  carved out of time? This-the work-

The attainment of the ideal. The shaping of the life by the will-

Will under Imagination.

 

the secret to survival is as follows-make yourself useful.

THE LIFE OF MAN UPON EARTH IS A WARFARE.

And know too that you choose a side which is as much as to say, you serve a master. That you have allies and that you have enemies. Only the hermit is permitted to dodge the question. To serve world or self, the gods or the demons.

even the hermit has chosen.

The hermit chooses but does not act upon his choice unless forced. But if forced his allegiance will be revealed. It is the hermit who tips the scales when the battle is in the balance.

LEAF RAIN. Very gentle. Grey sky. Modest light. Barking of seagulls.

WHAT ARE THE CATALYSTS OF DESIRE?

 

 ‘You don’t have the implant and yet you are ‘in game’ i don’t understand’

‘I am Dungeon Master. I represent out of game and beyond game within game

 and thus straddle all worlds. I am the hierophant, the guide, the guardian, the wizened wize old man who may speak only in a manner elliptical but each riddle shall unknot itself becoming quite clear at quests end. I am no sprite or pixel but quite real and concrete and exist simultaneously as a result of my own exemplary efforts and as a matter of necessity for there can be no game without a dungeon master. I am the lord of all adventures.’

WRITER  you have chosen, pre-game, before the beginning of time before the incarnation as all choose. Do you remember the room-outside-of-time?

 


The WRITER has performed a ritual act of self-mutilation. His inability to act is the price paid for vision. It is a trade-off.

                                WORDS ACT.

ACT 1

What we say is. The page is a rogue space. It is an act of will. Made manifest within world without being subject to world laws. This is how the writer acts. OUTSIDE OF TIME AND SPACE. 

I WILL PEOPLE MY WILDERNESS. I HAVE RESURRECTED THE GODS.