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by Edward Dorn


  Yosef Ben Moshe, Meat Inspector in Jerusalem

  Jerusalem

  The Culmination of the 1st Crusade,

  Friday, July 15, 1099

  At last the movable towers were constructed.

  The wooden towers wheeled to the wall.

  From their height the crusaders launched arrows

  Into the defenders of the ramparts, the wooden

  Drawbridge was let down from the seige-engine

  —it was Friday 15 July, 1099, 3pm—

  Godfrey of Bouillon strode victorious

  Onto the walls of Jerusalem. It had been

  Four hundred and sixty years since

  The capture of The Citadel by Omar, the great Arab

  And the place was now free of the Mohammedan yoke.

  The massacre was beyond modern assimilation.

  SUBTEXTS & NAZDAKS

  a cruois

  ¶ English departments from Stanford to Cornell would call the situation of the Serbs in the Balkans a war of “decolonization,” except that they’ve been infected with the term Ethnic Cleansing—who planted that term? Where is the attribution and translation along with the original? This is the result of the “alternative” in which brainwashing replaces thinking based on historic understanding—and it is Slavophobic insofar as most Americans are slavophobes and think the Serbs are the only criminals on the peninsula. This is literally media-generated hatred growing out of a will to extend the Cold Cold War and promote the Croatian fascisti.

  ¶ Looking back over the tyranny of Rome and Constantinople, heresy is the only honorable mode and response.

  ¶ State of nature—a war of all against all. If they are in Nature, that’s the whole story (or as they now say, “narrative”).

  ¶ Protestant principle—œconomy

  TELEFONUS INTERRUPTUS—BREAKFASTUS INTERRUPTUS—MENUMENISCUS LUNCHCHECK—UPCHUCK—DUMP IT—EERIE THEORY UP AN EIGHTH—DREARY THEORY UP A QUARTER—LEERY THEORY UP A HALF—QUEERI UP A QUARTER—DUMP IT QUICK—SPEED OF THOUGHT DOWN A FIFTH—HELMHOLTZ UP AN

  No imaginary violence designed to take up

  The time of yawning hick audiences with their

  Sucker-punch habits and soundtrack bullets

  Could remotely approach that day, that hour—

  For three days the Crusaders slaughtered the Moslems,

  Men, women, children. The Christians

  Waded up to their ankles in blood. The Jews

  Were burnt in their synagogues.

  Seventy thousand Mohammedans

  Were put to the sword. Within days

  The infection from the masses of bodies and gore

  Produced a wave of pestilence

  Biblical in its power and repulsion, yet

  Even so, less than the preëmptive AIDS

  Of Sodom and way prior to the dark Ebola.

  The savagery was Ruandan and Ugandan.

  When you’re told to

  “think about it!”

  Don’t think about it,

  furthermore, don’t

  even think about

  not thinking about it.

  ¶ Momentous stretch for religion last week—it was like Chickamauga, like stumbling past the bodies of the still warm dead. First Donald Davie dies, a truly reconstructed Protestant soldier. To Scorch or Freeze is the most economical rebuke (and that’s the kind it deserves) this age in moral free-fall is likely to get. And Terry Southern, the greatest of the modern Texas stoics, headed west. And around that time the Lutheran Prize for Literature announced in Stockholm predictably went to an Irishman of the Roman faith, the only possible entity eligible north of 45 degrees N. latitude in these days of the resurgence of the Counter Reformation. For several decades the late, great Graham Greene, otherwise the most obvious candidate, was denied the prize reportedly because

  EIGHTH—SIGNAL CONDUCTION MODEST, 50 METERS PER SEC—BRAIN PROCESSES LIMIT THOUGHT VELOCITY—GET USED TO IT—MECHANICAL MALFUNCTION RISING—MENTAL DOWN ONE AND THREE QUARTERS—DIMMER DINNER—STALKED BY CELERY—SELL BY MIDNIGHT—MALFUCTION UP A THIRD—EERIE THEORI

  And then, bareheaded and barefoot,

  The humble conquerors ascend

  The Hill of Calvary, walking in effect

  In their final procession,

  Loud chorus of anthems from the priests.

  Then they kiss the stone which covers

  The grave of Jesus, weeping burning tears of joy

  And Penitence. This was the fulfillment and vision

  Which stayed their course and closed their work.

  There were many crusades,

  But, like love, none like the First.

  Rome has been profoundly visionless

  Since that shining hour.

  [Very loosely based on D. H. Lawrence’s account in Movements

  in European History (Humphrey Milford), 1925]

  he had converted to said dispensation. The worm turns. Beowulf’s cloak billows in the North Winde under a slatecolored sky.

  ¶ Astonishing news bulletin today—Senator Ted Kennedy has apparently carried a handful of dust from his martyred brother’s grave in the National Cemetery to Jerusalem and mixed it with the soil of the slain Rabin’s gravesite—this seems a vast chthonic insult—this earth was transported in a baggie? on a jet airplane? across the narrow Atlantic from a land whose State origins were deistic? by a Catholic person who was educated at Yale? and whose faith is therefore vested in resurrection in the flesh? The wire service report was actually worse than that, saying he “tossed dirt from the graves of John and Robert.” This is Monday, the 6th day of November and disasters rain down all over the globe. But those are Philippine and natural, and merely to be suffered.

  ¶ But tell me it isn’t true that such conflation of substances, mingling as it were, is anything like the earlier Mormon exposure for having tried to expropriate the dead souls of the holocaust victims.

  RISING—NUTS ON A ROLL—GOODYEAR CONDOM OVERHEAD—CROWD STEADY—AMBIEN ZOLPIDEM TARTRATE DOWN AND SOMNOLENT—FISH-EYE SHOT—CROWD DOWN THREE-QUARTERS—HIPFLASK HIPPODROME—MORE DROME THAN HIP—MESSAGE ON OVERHEAD CONDOM CIRCUM STADIUM—THERE ONCE WAS A KILLER

  Bogumil

  The Bogomils, the first serious heretics

  and the resolute and righteous

  foes of the Whore of Rome, believed:

  That the Mosaic books were trash

  but accepted the Psalms and the Profets.

  Also they let stand the four Gospels, the Acts

  and the Epistles and included

  the Apocalypsus as self-fullfilling.

  But they elevated the Gospel of John

  above everything, for its pathetic honesty.

  And sentimentally they were devoted

  to the apocryphal Ascensio Isaiae, the “Visio.”

  Gospel-accounts they took with lots of salt

  ¶ The struggle between the three dominant one-god systems has a great deal to do with class and œconomic oppression and very little or nothing to do with religion and theology. And in fact the hierarchs of each system conspire at the top. They show up at one another’s funerals and they all participate equally in the satellite auctioning of the public’s “privatised” property. The Sheiks of the Gulf have long rendezvoused in the Riviera and the Seychelles, the domain of Romanist dopers and drinkers. And they collect in the floating capitols of transnational capital—it’s really the one and only culture. However, the nonempowered just try to get on with their Jihads or the daily reading of the Bible as a realtor’s prospectus to the Holy Lands. Unlike the hierarchs, they haven’t got theirs, have never had and won’t ever have. To them, “Peace Brother” is just another exhortation to cease and desist from messy and disruptive attempts to take a little weight off the other end of the balance. Hijack a Concorde with a kitchenknife would be the ultimate lo-tech solution. So it is, so it increaseth. The police proliferate, the prisons multiply. Monotheism grows ever more desperately cruel and bloody and implacable, battering the cou
ntless hapless against the stone wall of its singular will.

  IN LA / WHO TRIED TO MAKE PHONEINS PAY / THE CUSTOMERS SAID FUCKIT / WE’RE NOT GONNA SUCKIT / WE AINT GONNA PAY NO WAY—900 NUMBERS DOWN A DIME—TALK IS CHEAP, BUT STILL NO TAKERS—PERFECT CRIME WORTHLESS—LIKE ITALIAN BONDS AFTER THE FALL OF MUSSOLINI—POUND (IE EZRA) TAKES A

  on the road to the higher facts, and took

  the history of Christ to have been

  falsified by the Church. They

  dismissed the Church hack Chrysostom

  and all the other grammerians as Pharisees.

  They taught a singular conception of the Trinity—

  all three names applying to the father

  where in the end the Son and the Spirit flow back

  not forward to some corporate jerkus

  in a wheelchair—because they held that

  even if God was human, the corpus was naught.

  There’s greek for all this—

  They pictured the Father as ancient

  (born in Babylon) and the Son

  an adolescent, and the Spirit a beardless youth.

  Nothing else has stayed so current.

  ¶ The violence of a violent Church, now transmitted through a media in thrall to Rome, shifts attention away from Big Resentment of the Organizatzy and the Biznessmen (the priests of Corporation World). The “mafia” is simply the wild (as in sync) subdivision of the corporate state. All of it is “wiseguy fascism” and one of the engines of the rise in the popularity of enforcement—the Church, pulp fiction, fundamentalism, Bill as a lapsed Baptist in a skull cap, you name it—it’s the new Catholicism: what to do in Denver when you’re dead—which is probably easier than what to do in Denver when you’re not dead.

  ¶ Now that all the Living outnumber all the Dead for the first time in the history of the world, the Living shall Email the Dead. Macintosh, la machina de los muertos, McDonalds controls the nuevo Eucharist of those who are about to die of E coli—Big Mac (carne) and pepsi (sangre). And possibly, in your lifetime, you will see the Dead Emailing the Living, if in fact they’re not doing it already (oh no! here cometh Tim Leary) and the Dead will say kill theeself, go Kevorkian! it’s great here, no skin cancer, no skin, Kaposi no sí, no syndromé, no low fat diet, no race, no ethnic, no acne—don’t ask me. The Dead have become the first truly all inclusive, inevitable, no-escape

  BATH—GENDER FASCISM UP 90%, INVESTMENT IN POGROM FOR EUROAMERICAN MALES—ACADEMIC MARXISTS STEADY ENTRENTCHED PRICING—REPRESSION OF THE MARKET IN STANDARD WORKS—NAZDAQ PLUNGES, LITERATURE FORCED INTO BANKRUPCY—BURGHERS OF THEORY REPLACE SAMURAIS OF LITER ATURE—

  Since the mid-10th C.

  After that the story gets practical. God’s firstborn

  they taught, was Satanael,

  the highest spiritual being

  the universal viceregent.

  That position gave him enough pride

  to set up his own empire

  and recruit a great number of angels.

  And as all bankers know, he was cast down

  but retaining his creative power,

  he set to making a new heaven and new earth.

  That’s where sundry Protestants

  and heretics remain—the parents of God

  and the friends of God, and if it comes down

  to it, the correctors of God.

  They would have agreed with Herr Marx

  plurality. The Dead have finally got something to live for. They work for nothing, they can’t be fired. Hail Dante! Hale Irwin¡

  ¶ The Virtues are far less interesting than the Sins and therefore far less widely practised. Putcha condom on, takeya condom off, Sow Bellies down a nickel, palmolive up a dime, putcha condom in the pouch ov yo sweat shirt for yo bitch, come-on putcha condom on / come-on putcha condom on.

  ¶ In 1621 (Plymouth Colony, 1620) George Calvert, Lord Baltimore went out to Newfoundland under a proprietary patent from James I but the climate drove him off and spared that island from the Roman burden—probably the single instance of the intervention of weather in the salvation of a land. In 1629 he landed at Jamestown with forty Catholics but the Protestant Virginians made it so warm the Romanists returned to England and appealed to the as yet unbeheaded Charles I who granted them the feudal state of Maryland—unreconstructed still, particularly the precincts of Baltimore.

  ¶ The majority is nearly always against and at odds with the policies, œconomic, social and political, of the modern monolithic state under whose authority they chafe and

  MARKET VALUE OF NEW ISSUE NIL—SELL IT—FEAR AND LOAFING UP A NICKLE—WIDEN THE RUNWAY—GOOFBALLS STEADY—TAX SHELTER QUOTATION: INTIMI-DATION BY WIELDING THE DEITY LONG TERM—BUY—GROS CHIEN UP HUIT MILLE FRANC—PIG HOCKS GLUT THE MARKET—GET OUT—BODY PIERCING UP A QUAR-

  who always cut the rules from about thirty to ten.

  But the power of the corporate spirit

  remained in the hands of the Chairman of Heaven.

  Satanael made a new man,

  but was able to craft just his body,

  it would have been as if a planet of jocks

  were to be assaulted by legion after legion

  of overweight Shannon Faulkners,

  crying without end into the void

  and without redemption ever—

  until the Apocalypsus, which will ignite

  in Extreme southeast South Carolina,

  although the heretics couldn’t have known that.

  But they saw falsifications

  along every pathway to the promised land.

  From there on it’s a fairly straight reading:

  writhe. On those rare occasions—accidental and unavoidable—when they are asked to exercise their will, they invariably say Fuck you, take a Haiku; kick out the faggots and string up the urban criminals. Then it goes to the Supreme Court, Alphonse J. God, Judge. And now, contrary to the Founders’ design, Catholics are a clique on that court, galley slaves of Rome, pulling on the oars of faith and submission. The virus of absolute religion replicates in the heart of the assembly, the Roman yoke descendeth once again, to make a joke of the separation of Church and State.

  ¶ The basic conservative thesis was a simple one. Authority is all of a piece. Question it at one point, and you weaken the whole fabric. Thus Protestantism, which questions the authority of the visible church, is a menace to the whole order of the community, because it sets the private judgement of the individual above the determination of the corporate body>< >> . . . better to accept established error as the truth, rather than run the risk involved in radical reform>< >>Submission to the will of the church was the test of the validity of the prompting spirit>< The Oxford Martyrs, A. M. Loades, 1970.

  TER—BACTERIA COUNT SHARP INCLINE—VIRUS BURST STEADY—HOLY VIRGIN UP A NICKLE—FR ANCESCA DA RIMINI DOWN FOREVER—FEAR AND LOAFING UP A PESO—LESS THAN MINUS ZERO UP NOTHING—SELF-FLAGELLATION ON THE RISE—GUILT AND SELF RECRIMINATION UP ONE AND A QUARTER, GILT UP AN EDGE—

  Satanael seduces Eve and Cain becomes

  their gift to the race, prevailing over Abel

  their own child, Moses was the agent

  and promoter of Cain and the inheritor

  of the Power, but when Jesus showed himself

  after the resurrection Satanael gave up

  his angelic syllable el and became Satan—

  Just another victim of downsizing,

  all his power transferred to the Sufferer.

  This was preference pure and simple—

  which we’ve suffered these two millennia.

  No thanks to the Intermediarie’s

  æons of wasted time, to terminate

  the Christian Era, a direct but degenerate

  extension of Imperial Rome, Fascisti

  with Wizard of Oz routines

  and KKK regalia and get-up.

  ¶ Ορτηοδοξια is the character of a right-thinking person, society, school of thought or Church. The Kaiser said “I hate the Sla
vs—I know that is wrong, one should hate no one, but I can’t help it . . . the thing to do now is to get every gun in readiness in the Balkans to shoot against the Slavs.” Can’t give a source on that, it’s from memory. On July 28, ’14 Austria declared war on Serbia. The same day the Turks (what was left of the Øttoman hegemony) asked Germany for a secret pact against Russia. In Arkansas they were squeezing chickenshit between their toes like they are now. The banality of the choice of Day-ton, Ohio to debate the problem of what the French call trés Balkan (meaning hopeless) will be impossible to top. The slavophobia left over in the refrigerator of the past ten centuries is a fuel supply as large as the oel said to underlie their strife-born peninsula.

  ¶ The Austro/Hungarian Empire walks again, another, futile Roman campaign to reclaim the summer palace of Trajan. The Kaiser also said of the scandalous, crumbling, decrepit, penniless Turks, given to misrule and corruption, “Under no circumstances at all can we afford to turn them away.” Germany today sends its Roman shock troops to support Islam against the Ørthodox.

  ABUSE UP SHARPLY—EXCUSE UP THREE-QUARTERS—GET RID OF IT—NAIL THE BOSS TO THE CROSS—CONFESS AND THEN ACCUSE—TRASH IT—JUNK IT—SELL IT—PUMP IT OR JUMP IT OR DUMP IT BUT DON’T HUMP IT—INFECTION ON THE RISE—LANGUE D’OÏ SPLIT, SADIC DIVIDEND—OUR MOTHER’S CATHEDRAL DEVILS

 

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