| where the angels' voices whisper to the souls of previous times Awakening the ancestors and the great powers are the same musical alchemists, the "tongues of angels" that the narrator of "Dignity" has heard in his search for sanity in the world. This is the Logos, the tongues of fire that erupt from Holy Spirit, in whatever guise � Hermes Trismegistus, Jesus Christ, John the Baptist, Bob Zimmerman. "Angels" indeed inhabit the planet, including air above and ground below. Ecclesiastic and New Age presumptions about them are hilarious. Newtonian/Cartesian rationalism discounts them, in the belief that anything not replicable in the lab cannot exist. But angels are not replicable, nor do they submit to lab analysis, nor are they bounded by time and space. They invoke � and in turn are invoked by � fellow beings serving the Great Work Power has been summoned. Bolt the doors and hide the children. But too late. This wind is already up. Get out of the way or get annihilated with extreme lack of prejudice. Maybe get annihilated anyway. The old bones that watch over this land smoke pipe with the dog soldiers. The Father blazes and the Queen of Heaven fits her mouth to yours. Good morning. Stanza Seven She wakes him up. Forty-eight hours later the sun is breaking near broken chains, mountain laurel, and rolling rocks. She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking. He's pulling her down and she's clutching onto his long, golden locks. she wakes him up As he has breathed pneuma into her, she shakes him from his personal, cultural, and spiritual chains, the catatonia of manhood since Enclosure, the pit of the industrial furnace, gender crucible. At the profane level, the reference is to the fact that women's demand for liberation spurred, and preceded, men�s. Now the Shulamite sings the artist's songs back to him. forty-eight hours later the sun is breaking near broken chains Forty-eight hours of death precede the resurrection of manhood, at Calvary, Kinshasa, Jerusalem or Wichita Falls. Again, the numeral has Cabalistic significance. �Sun� here also puns �Son,� the filius, transformed masculine solarity. The combination of the feminist -- the treacherous, Empowered Witch -- and enlightened female energy mix the pot by inciting the masculine to snap his shackles. Satan, Sammael, Azazel and all the fallen Host are unbound. Adam is up, at long last. He's horny and he's pissed, in that order. mountain laurel and rolling rocks Laurel celebrates the Brother's victory by thriving around him, the way every cherry tree blossoms for the released man in Zen Ten Ox illustrations. Laurel is the symbol of solar Apollo, and of poetry in general. For every male living or dead, a big old stone rolls away. Christos energy is dismissed from grief and false power, rebirthed. The Scapegoat is finally free. she's begging to know what measures he now will be taking. he's pulling her down The first act of the Sister and Brother reunited is ... well, duh. Incest offends you, even in metaphor? Too bad. Stop screaming for the bully boys. Get over it. The coniunctio is consummated. Humor, spontaneity, joy and liberated sexuality are again possible on spaceship Ea. Note the absence of codifications, protections, activists, police, Furies, crisis centers, commercialization, or artifice in the phrase, "he's pulling her down." and she's clutching onto his long, golden locks Long hair signifies male rebellion and freedom. Try hiring on to the exec track at General Dynamics with a ponytail and beard. Our hero can no longer be bought. The only gold he retains in is his hair, in myth signifying transformation, entry within the Grail Castle, solution of the Sphinx� Riddle, production of the Philosopher�s Stone. The lost ring of "Simple Twist of Fate" is found. Now our man's been laid, with a peer that finally satisfies, and he's ready to kick butt, forget the name-taking. (Actually he wants a burrito, but that breaks dramatic flow.) Stanza Eight "Gentlemen," he said, "I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes, I've moved your mountains and marked your cards, but Eden is burning; Either get ready for elimination or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards." This is the crux and terminus of all our blood and sweat. This is the end of the nightmare of history, the insemination of holy spirit into holy matter.. The Captain, the Antinomial Man, crystallizes liberated male energy into earthly action. With sexuality freed, the next victim is drudgery in service of avarice and petty empire building. No more forced labor under the Toxic King's whip, no more thralldom on Maggie�s corporate agri-Farm. The modern male, organized and "sublimated" to insanity, paralysis, and literal death, will now take his chances elsewhere. Who has he now to impress? He loves his Sister, but no longer is addicted to her. He has learned to live without her, if she proves unworthy. Finally, however, she has proven worthy. Who must he beg for love? His life is no longer for trade. What need has he for a world ruled by "market forces," weak excuse for planet rape? The Wheel's on fire, has been for quite some time, and it's gonna get hotter. All pecking orders are scrambled, inverted, the Temple tables overturned. |
| Part eleven of twelve |
| "Coniunctio: Changing of the Guards" |