Poetry Visualized

It is True

There's a war in heaven.

A Tale of Three Gardens (from Triptych)

This is an excerpt from my 'Triptych: Mother-Lover-God' piece. All existential crises worth their salt happen in gardens. I'm not sure why, but they do. Of course the scene is from Mel Gibson's 'The Passion of the Christ' I came across the midnight sermon tapes of the Rev. Jim Jones a few years back. You can hear his jungle madness progressing like some modern-day Kurtz. Slowly but surely he buys his own poster. Shhh...listen to me let my voice caress your demons together we will traverse a river of our own making I can quench your thirsting doubts press your head to my bible I will conjure fresh serpents from its pages see me in the verse (I was prophesied) follow me, drag my beast from this wilderness let me shimmer in the caverns of your heart the past crumbles at our feet like an empty church they are all strangers now my need for you is all you need crouch like a stage they won't believe us. soon you will die for me, and I for you it is the only way to staunch the torrent of our disbelief here, drink this it will make life's spirits go away have I ever lied to you? go ahead, drink. **** I am fastened to You now by a canopy of sin. You heap fresh burdens, each reddening. Before the bloodlet I remember our first walk:

Alone on an Island

Alone on an Island - George Aguilar - Digital Video - 2:10 A metaphor on being completely alone in a world before the invention of religion. 2002

The Madness

In the journey from darkness to light, one kind of madness is exchanged for another:

Time has passed, minutes have flown,
The fire has raged and gone,
And empty pursuits have consumed
The best of his days.
And now he stands almost alone,
Almost lost, almost desperate.
Yet he goes on, spurred on by the suspicion
That he may yet harvest sanity from years of madness,
Extract purity from an ocean of filth.
Meanwhile women weep for a misguided son,
Students endeavour to drive sense into a demented teacher,
The functional share their wisdom with the horribly dysfunctional.
But the mad man still holds on to his way, his belief and his hope,
And submits to a new madness that far exceeds the former one.

POP Series - Prayer for My Son read by Kelly Alcala

Another "POETRY OF THE PEOPLE" featured reading by 82-year old WW2 U.S. Navy Pilot KELLY ALCALA who reads the poem "PRAYER FOR MY SON" written by the famous American military figure, GEN. DOUGLAS MACARTHUR. This is the second poem among Kelly's favorite list. Kelly flew the navy's dive-bombers in the Pacific Theater, participating in several major battles, including the decisive Battle of Midway where his unit was credited with the sinking of 4 Japanese aircraft carriers. In subsequent engagements, Kelly was severely wounded and lost a leg and suffered major injuries in his arms - but was fortunate to survive the war. He now lives with his wife Louise in the city of his birth, Sta. Ana, California.

Transparent Test

Transparent test

Why Elvis Cant Die - and Nietzsche Knows Why

This is my best Elvis impersonation, doing of course what Elvis did best --gospel. Everybody knows it. Running is futile as all movements FROM the spot are illusory attempts to evade authentic movement (catharsis) AT the spot --Kierkegaard actually.

I may be onto more air than guitar, but I suspect Nietzsche would have found the plebian rockabilly beat abhorrent though inevitable as evidenced by his eerily prescient tapping fingers. Intuiting the Dionysian onset of Elvis, Zarathustra elected a final catatonia of the intellect. Twilight of the idols indeed.

This video appears in J. Robert Lennon's Litlab along with my 'manifesto' on the Grand Rapprochement:

http://litlab.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html

Foot Washing

Film recovered from the ruins of the Jerusalem Engine Repair Company

Petty Theodicy

Film recovered from the ruins of the Jerusalem Engine Repair Company