The Millenium is always with us

The Laddie Thinks Himself a Poet

I am reading and writing about poems from the last days of Rome and the early days of Christian Europe, which has me thinking about apocalypse, superstitions, and balderdash. Sometimes we look back upon the superstitions of the past and feel infinitely superior to those who lived then, much more reasonable and in the real world. But we are wrong. Look around you--Mayan apocalypses, lucky hats, exotic powders to make men's virility eternal. Our balderdash moves more swiftly than that of the past, aided by technology in both its dispersion and its replacement by new conspiracy theories and architectures of fear and desire. Perhaps we should be a little more humble before those who believed in witches, raining blood, and the trick of knowing the future by opening a book to a random page.

Anyway, I found this poem I wrote a few years ago, and it speaks to some of the same things that concern me today. That I fear, all too certain that human nature does not change as swiftly or as radically as I would hope, will concern me throughout the years to come.

Delacroix, Medea.
Delacroix, Medea.

Millenium

We are

in the age of permanent falls.


The Archons have spoken:

life without a net.

The mad mooning masses

caught in the immoral

act of living.

The social christ is dead,

after an extended illness

prophesied

by bearded men

in the right houses

with the wrong words.


First,

he turned yellow,

took to recitation,

mouth open and raw

on his sickbed,

Then,

he turned blue,

struggled for breath,

bones pushed out

making a show

of his poverty.

He was ignored

or envied

his scraps of flesh,

as if

the children had not already eaten,

the time of the dogs come at last.


The social christ is dead.

All is numbered

by accountant angels

dropping their wings

on the way

down,


and we do not call this murder.


The wolves at the door

own the houses.

The oligarchs wave banners

and rage starves

in the bellies of the besieged.

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phdast7 3 years ago from Atlanta, Georgia

We should indeed be more humble and when we are not superstitious, we are silly and stupid . . . reality TV being but one of many examples of our society's inclination to sink to silliness and stupidity.

Interesting musings and a very powerful poem.


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Ed Michaels 3 years ago from Texas, USA Author

I don't get reality television. It seems to me to be an exercise in a shallow sort of schadenfreude (I hope that is spelled correctly, but I doubt it. It is however one of the best contributions to language from the German). I just can't believe that the people who fill reality tv are figures of admiration. It is just that it is so easy to feel that we are better than they are. That ease makes the call to virtue rather undemanding.

Then, there is the falsity of 'reality' in the genre to be considered: reality tv is in no way 'real'. It is a fiction, more or less scripted to fit the audience's demand for unrelieved stupidity and superficiality.


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phdast7 3 years ago from Atlanta, Georgia

I could not have expressed my own feelings any better than you just did and I couldn't agree with you more. :) Have a great day.

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