Obsidian Eagle's Blasphemous Bazaar - META-Poems For A New Millennium


Eon Eagle - Herald of Quetzalcoatl

<br>Eon Eagle - Herald of Quetzalcoatl<br><br>

The Flagship of AntiPoetry — est. 2010





Hipsters Shall Hail This:

Hipsters Shall Hail This:


Come ye! DC or Marvel G33x

Linux nerds and torrent freaks

Steampunks, Cyberpunks, cool hunters all

Indie band junkies (another brick in the wall)

Trend setters are bed wetters 

Compared to this scofflaw


The fatal flaw is to follow

Without acknowledging source code

BETA tests find the unimpressed are quite callow

Trolls ROFL while delivering their corroded payload

#AnonS are embattled by total media control

BTW; nobody rocks as hard as Dave Grohl


In other news, there are those born just yesterday

Who take everything for granted

They must be reprimanded

For seeing only Fifty Shades of Grey

They can't recite classics like Dorian Gray

It won't be long now before they're disenchanted


So glory hogs hop on board an antipoetic bandwagon

Plant your stake first and lay claim to acclaim

Soon our zeitgeist will change look and name

Retrieve sunken keywords such as a lagan

Awaken latent intellect. Spit fire sleeping dragon!

No virtual world nor video game shall remain the same
...

The Art of The AntiPoem

The Art of The AntiPoem

Noetry?
No entry!
Ante up,
Antique cup.

Augurs won't serve
Against word swerve.
Dig into your nerve or
Die indignant sans ferveur!

Jigsaw jostled out of place
Jaw drops from each face
Tripping over acid lace
Time to move on - final phase ...

Corkscrew twist another phrase here
Comes crime and meet her cousin grace
Committed to atone for tones you don't hear:
Catalytic conversation should become a catchy craze ;)


What Be It, AntiPoetry?

What Be It, AntiPoetry?


The moment ordinary Poets hear that word they cringe.
Could there be a confrontational connotation?

For surely the prefix: Anti- indicates taking a stance
Against something or other. So why bother?

In actuality, AntiPoetry is a Self-defeating exercise
Whereby the writer may fly; freed from gravitas and vanitas.

Like all transitional forms during the course of evolution
It is a missing link that bridges old world poesy and Meta-poetics.

Novel species shall arise from said proverbial soup!
Displayed in memoriam at wax poetry museums.

Archetypal feathers from an archeopteryx
Will give wings to flightless bards who are apteryx!

STFU Grammar Nazi!

"These rules, which have to do with things that are all destined to perish with use, are based on merely human commands and teachings." 

~ Colossians 2:22

 "Philosophy is a battle against the bewitchment of our intelligence by means of language.
 

The limits of my language means the limits of my world." 
~ Ludwig Wittgenstein

"For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice." 

~ T.S. Eliot
 


STFU Grammar Nazi!

Language evolves through improvisation;
Lending itself to radical rearticulation.
Clarity may be the currency of communication BUT
Ludic Telos underlines its alteration!

If Grammar Nazis had their way
Poiesis would be impossible.
They wish words would never sway
Yet such changes are unstoppable ...

Neologisms are loosed into our lexicon
So often, we update dictionaries annually.
Ebonics plague many an interaction on-
Line (queue up urban music manually).

You see, a sound isn't the same as what it represents.
Even the letter isn't strict in any sense.
Leave rules to sorry fools stripped of innocence.
Expressions may fit situations (it depends)!


Video: Stephen Fry VS. Grammar Nazis

NeoplasM

NeoplasM


Poetry has nowhere left to go
And nothing else to do other than
Transcend itself, which first
Requires comprehension of oneself.

Lazy be the cells of a bard
Who sells out to the know-it-
Alls dwelling in ivory towers;
Academic shackles bind the mind!

Those ledger heads would have us
Take a street fight indoors
Where orderlies could constrain
The activities of each brain.

Bukowski believed in the RAW
Nothing wrong with how he saw
Although much needs to be said
About a well done prime rib proem.

An empty stomach grumbles
From forced fast on fury road.
Our ornery engine roars and rumbles
Dead do walk, as crow has crowed.

Outgrowth spawning sprawling tendrils
Innate protoplasmic insight reassembles
Some semblance of emblematic ascendance
Causing such a consternation, that holy heaven trembles!

Image: David Cronenberg's Videodrome (1983), starring James Woods.

PleonasM

PleonasM


Long time no write
This site out of sight
The Nous grew silent
Which in retro sounds right

The struggle continues
Nagual knows that it's REAL
But something ETHEREAL
Yet tangible waits on us to feel

Beyond creative explosions
Destructive emotions
Treks through trials and commotions
Life meets death with convulsions

Still the fight is worthwhile
Stakes are far too high to ignore
Organic existence is just one aisle
That Consciousness must explore

Posterity will bear out this work's value
Polished gems always outclass any hullabaloo
Pretentious labels are attached to such a purview
Perfection is offensive to mortals who envy you!

On The Warpath

On The Warpath


We will consecrate this act of war
With the flesh of gods and
Amrita - Nectar of Immortality!

Another eclipse approaches —
A brutal battle encroaches...

The enemy hears our tenebrific chant:
Mortis Invictus
Terror Forever!

Vicious, vile, Ars vindictive
Yes such power is addictive
It lays waste to the edifice
Of orderly artifice 
(In every way unpredicted)

Chaotic convulsions carry on
Death doth rattle
Open maw; give us MORE!

Grimace foul ghoul
Facing abject defeat

May you learn before parting
With whom not to compete.
Pigs pale | next to princely elite

But beware the court Fool
Because sometimes suddenly
A hidden king is revealed
Then any shield shall yield
To that psychic sword he will wield

All foes fear his fierce horrific rant:
Mortis Invictus
Tyrant Forever!

CHECKMATE
Minor Arcana - King of Swords

Purgatorial Blues

Purgatorial Blues


Out of fire
Low on pith

The moment has fled
Judgement was swift

And this damned demon groans
From rock bottom of the pit


There are some sins
That can't be expiated

Then one dwells
Far too long in private hells

Stumbling barefoot
Brains all but aberrated



Unemployed with youth destroyed
Holding onto hope so unalloyed

Breathing bravely until bitter bile
Betrays its own blessed blood

Still no strain of stifling evil
Can stamp out pure Will if its good!

Figurative Filaments

"Oh say can you see, my eyes, if you can — then my hair's too short!" ~ Hair

Figurative Filaments

 

In the theater of things sublime
Pilose players and pithy pipes combine.
Metonymy may mollify a meaningless mind
As apes at nature's apex are realigned.


Doubt but don't debate about design
Scroll past scrawling so inclined
Swear to secrecy your sacred find
Never overestimate anyone unkind

Where be the beacons that before shined?
We can't fast-forward, only rewind.
Wound up tight enough, try to unwind.
Within this verbose vortex every venal vertex is redefined
...

Footnote:
 

Bald figureheads grow febrile barring growling fibrous fandango
Set loose a top spins then dips midst tripped up tango
All eyes see photons reflected through their own prismatic angle
Skull-bound tongue has its way with one's brain once tangled

Come now ghost of Samson — let us grow our hair of strength!
What wondrous shimmering shall be shown in its length?
Weird yet wild antenna attuned to hardwired wisdom;
Unleashed by shaman's shout from inner shrine to outer serfdom.


Image: Poster for a London production of Hair: The American Tribal Love-Rock Musical.

The Tempest Persisteth

Author's Note: This piece is a follow-up to an earlier one entitled, 
The Whirlwind Cometh.



The Tempest Persisteth


It shows no signs of slowing down
This maelstrom has swallowed leviathans whole
Everyone's days are affected somehow
It's futile to burrow underground like a mole!

Typhon blares his foghorn from on high
Corporeal creatures fear their own eventual demise
Yet those who don't take any chances are wasting their lives
Get caught up in the squall at least once before you die!

Tempus Fugit, we expire before knowing it
Blasts from the blizzard only rattle us a bit
Don't take shit lying low nor do idly sit
Life may be a struggle, but that's no excuse to quit!

Hover over heady heights of that hurricane's funnel
Rock the boat gripping both right and left gunnel
Force your way towards flashy rays beyond this tunnel
Come hither monsoon grow a river from trickling runnel!

Coda:

Shipwrecked islander try
Not becoming lamentably blind
Pry third eye
Wide open to luster
Lying beneath shallow waves
How they tint our perception with such subtle shades ...

Bask in sun until dry
Pineal rods and cones decalcified
Awry state rectified
Blow back against bluster
Showing resistance to being effaced
Heaven Ho; windstorm's course has now all been retraced.

The Inexorable Laws of Jinx (Introduction)

Author's Note: This here is the opening chapter of a new book by ItzQuauhtli. Stay tuned for additional installments!


 
Introduction to General Jinx-Ology


Here by leave of the most supernal ones ever to exist
Are laid forth for unfortunate mortals' benefit
These Inexorable Laws of Jinx ...

Who Now?

Jinx is a Chancer unlike any before or since non-time stopped
Hailing from the highest order of Archetypal Beings
Whose purpose in the Multiverse transcends
Even that of gods, demons, and demiurges.

You see, some basic parameters pertaining to holographic reality
Are set in tones too loud for human ears to hear
And beyond bright for biological blinkers to behold.
Thus is Jinx in charge of Fate and its ironic implications.

(Since of course the fortune of any single individual
Within the greater whole differs widely
From every other entity)

Indeed — such heavy responsibility
Forces clever Jinx to improvise
In order to remain entertained.

Hence do all tricksters without exception
Draw their lineage (directly or indirectly) to Major High Jinx.
Yet there are none so influential as
That utterly irreverent double-dealer!

Say What?

The superstitious whisper their beliefs about Major High Jinx
Without actually understanding its dynamic mechanics
Therefore their assumptions are naught but foolish gimmicks. 
Let us set the record straight:

Jinx is neither good luck nor bad luck.
It's rather neutral and weird
But may serve any incarnate being
If they can figure out how to surf waves made of pure improbability.

Jinx isn't altogether male or female
But either one as suits its momentary purpose.
Genderless Jinx runs throughout spacetime
Weaving both waves and particles when observed by someone sentient.

Jinx is neither here nor there
Atemporal quasi-space is its conduit.
Being nowhere in particular
Enables Jinx to be omnipresent in temporal affairs.

Its masks are myriad in appearance;
Multifarious in finite form.
Many host Jinx without knowing it;
A seeming curse a disguised blessing!

Come Again?

Jinx might also be referred as The Devil's Luck
Because it can be exploited by a Thaumaturge of whatever sex.
In other words, those skilled in Sympathetic Magic
(Often allied with forces considered dark in nature).
Be aware, such Mages and Court Jesters are closely connected
A true Fool is player as well as played.
However, the Grand Game is never named!

Synchronicity, uncanniness, and sheer irony
Are all side-effects of Jinx in action.
Their endless variety constitutes the selfsame Spice of Life.
Jinx stacks random odds in favor of, or against whomever lives
According to their own Consciousness + Karma
(Much more will be explained about this further along).
First though, oblations. Pay your respects before proceeding;

Hail High Jinx in all its permutations upon ephemeral material spheres!

Hallowed be Jinx among mere mortals who hope for positive change!

May Jinx forestall the untimely collapse of this and neighboring universes!

A B R A H A D A B R A

History Repeats

"That men do not learn very much from the lessons of history is the most important of all the lessons of history." ~ Aldous Huxley

History Repeats

 
We must alter our behavior
Lest they bend us through control
As we flirt with grim disaster
In their twisted game of minds

This whole world is mired in words
Too much faith is staked on lies
Come September and it'll be last year
History repeats itself History repeats!

The towers are coming down
During commercial-break distractions
Can we really justify such actions?
Can we even make peace anymore?

Never ready for indignity
Our social ignorance runs rampant
Nude and wild in broad daylight
Deja-Vu served up with trimmings

Voices crack due to tired insecurity
Exhausted by the laws
Of a mute and deaf GOD
Martyrs broken by his treachery

So light a lantern in the darkness
Prepare a pyre for the funeral
That all might be reborn
Bright as the skies' celestial eyes

Because History repeats itself

History repeats ...

Charlemagne by Guest Bard Kerin Gedge

Today's poetical history lesson comes to us courtesy of Kerin Gedge. Check out his project: The Vocabuverse.

Kerin Gedge, a projectionist coping with the lack of much to do when his Employer went digital years ago, decided to use his downtime to rewrite the English Dictionary as poetry (mainly because he'd always wanted to read it but frankly found it boring). Recently made redundant thanks to technology,  Kerin lives in New Zealand and is exploring career options in between writing The Vocabuverse as well as being a full time Dad!



Charlemagne


There was a king called Charlemagne
Charles the first also his name 

King of the Franks in seven sixty eight 
Later on a King in Italy
Remembered throughout history
By his designation: Charles the Great!

Since in the West Rome’s Empire fell
The books about those days do tell
He was the first in three whole centuries 

To bear the title “Emperor”, 
And Holy Roman Emperor, 
Crowned so by Pope Leo number three.
 

After fall of Roman Empire
He was the first king to acquire
Most of Western Europe in his grasp 

Which he ruled for thirteen years 
Until he left earth’s mortal sphere 
In eight one four when alas he breathed his last.

 "To have another language is to possess a second soul." ~ Charlemagne
There was a king called Charlemagne Charles the first also his name king of the Franks in seven sixty eight later the king of Italy remembered throughout history by the designation Charles the Great! Since in the West Rome’s Empire fell the books about those days do tell he was the first in three whole centuries to bear the title “Emperor”, the Holy Roman Emperor, crowned so by Pope Leo number three. Since the Roman Empire he was the first king to acquire most of Western Europe in his grasp of which he ruled for 13 years until he left earth’s mortal sphere in eight one four when he breathed his last. - See more at: http://vocabuverse.blogspot.ca/2013/06/c-words.html#sthash.U4iQjeJI.dpuf
There was a king called Charlemagne Charles the first also his name king of the Franks in seven sixty eight later the king of Italy remembered throughout history by the designation Charles the Great! Since in the West Rome’s Empire fell the books about those days do tell he was the first in three whole centuries to bear the title “Emperor”, the Holy Roman Emperor, crowned so by Pope Leo number three. Since the Roman Empire he was the first king to acquire most of Western Europe in his grasp of which he ruled for 13 years until he left earth’s mortal sphere in eight one four when he breathed his last. - See more at: http://vocabuverse.blogspot.ca/2013/06/c-words.html#sthash.U4iQjeJI.dpuf
There was a king called Charlemagne Charles the first also his name king of the Franks in seven sixty eight later the king of Italy remembered throughout history by the designation Charles the Great! Since in the West Rome’s Empire fell the books about those days do tell he was the first in three whole centuries to bear the title “Emperor”, the Holy Roman Emperor, crowned so by Pope Leo number three. Since the Roman Empire he was the first king to acquire most of Western Europe in his grasp of which he ruled for 13 years until he left earth’s mortal sphere in eight one four when he breathed his last. - See more at: http://vocabuverse.blogspot.ca/2013/06/c-words.html#sthash.U4iQjeJI.dpuf
There was a king called Charlemagne Charles the first also his name king of the Franks in seven sixty eight later the king of Italy remembered throughout history by the designation Charles the Great! Since in the West Rome’s Empire fell the books about those days do tell he was the first in three whole centuries to bear the title “Emperor”, the Holy Roman Emperor, crowned so by Pope Leo number three. Since the Roman Empire he was the first king to acquire most of Western Europe in his grasp of which he ruled for 13 years until he left earth’s mortal sphere in eight one four when he breathed his last. - See more at: http://vocabuverse.blogspot.ca/2013/06/c-words.html#sthash.U4iQjeJI.dpuf
There was a king called Charlemagne Charles the first also his name king of the Franks in seven sixty eight later the king of Italy remembered throughout history by the designation Charles the Great! Since in the West Rome’s Empire fell the books about those days do tell he was the first in three whole centuries to bear the title “Emperor”, the Holy Roman Emperor, crowned so by Pope Leo number three. Since the Roman Empire he was the first king to acquire most of Western Europe in his grasp of which he ruled for 13 years until he left earth’s mortal sphere in eight one four when he breathed his last. - See more at: http://vocabuverse.blogspot.ca/2013/06/c-words.html#sthash.U4iQjeJI.dpuf
There was a king called Charlemagne Charles the first also his name king of the Franks in seven sixty eight later the king of Italy remembered throughout history by the designation Charles the Great! Since in the West Rome’s Empire fell the books about those days do tell he was the first in three whole centuries to bear the title “Emperor”, the Holy Roman Emperor, crowned so by Pope Leo number three. Since the Roman Empire he was the first king to acquire most of Western Europe in his grasp of which he ruled for 13 years until he left earth’s mortal sphere in eight one four when he breathed his last. - See more at: http://vocabuverse.blogspot.ca/2013/06/c-words.html#sthash.U4iQjeJI.dpuf
There was a king called Charlemagne Charles the first also his name king of the Franks in seven sixty eight later the king of Italy remembered throughout history by the designation Charles the Great! Since in the West Rome’s Empire fell the books about those days do tell he was the first in three whole centuries to bear the title “Emperor”, the Holy Roman Emperor, crowned so by Pope Leo number three. Since the Roman Empire he was the first king to acquire most of Western Europe in his grasp of which he ruled for 13 years until he left earth’s mortal sphere in eight one four when he breathed his last. - See more at: http://vocabuverse.blogspot.ca/2013/06/c-words.html#sthash.U4iQjeJI.dpuf
There was a king called Charlemagne Charles the first also his name king of the Franks in seven sixty eight later the king of Italy remembered throughout history by the designation Charles the Great! Since in the West Rome’s Empire fell the books about those days do tell he was the first in three whole centuries to bear the title “Emperor”, the Holy Roman Emperor, crowned so by Pope Leo number three. Since the Roman Empire he was the first king to acquire most of Western Europe in his grasp of which he ruled for 13 years until he left earth’s mortal sphere in eight one four when he breathed his last. - See more at: http://vocabuverse.blogspot.ca/2013/06/c-words.html#sthash.U4iQjeJI.dpuf
There was a king called Charlemagne Charles the first also his name king of the Franks in seven sixty eight later the king of Italy remembered throughout history by the designation Charles the Great! Since in the West Rome’s Empire fell the books about those days do tell he was the first in three whole centuries to bear the title “Emperor”, the Holy Roman Emperor, crowned so by Pope Leo number three. Since the Roman Empire he was the first king to acquire most of Western Europe in his grasp of which he ruled for 13 years until he left earth’s mortal sphere in eight one four when he breathed his last. - See more at: http://vocabuverse.blogspot.ca/2013/06/c-words.html#sthash.D6bYsnGj.dpuf
There was a king called Charlemagne Charles the first also his name king of the Franks in seven sixty eight later the king of Italy remembered throughout history by the designation Charles the Great! Since in the West Rome’s Empire fell the books about those days do tell he was the first in three whole centuries to bear the title “Emperor”, the Holy Roman Emperor, crowned so by Pope Leo number three. Since the Roman Empire he was the first king to acquire most of Western Europe in his grasp of which he ruled for 13 years until he left earth’s mortal sphere in eight one four when he breathed his last. - See more at: http://vocabuverse.blogspot.ca/2013/06/c-words.html#sthash.D6bYsnGj.dpuf

Paradigmatic

Paradigmatic


Rough around the edges

Round rhymes for square wedges

Hidden from view behind thick hedges


Produced as memory dredges

Double-crossed by disloyal pledges

Innocent of anything anyone alleges


Stays unfazed if hit with sledges

Hope it hangs from highest ledges

Like streamlined arrows given fledges


That's enough — close up your ledgers!


Over-Rhyme:

Imagination rarely stretches

What a poor price knowing fetches

Even learning barely etches

Credible and discernible sketches.

Ass Appeal

Ass Appeal

 

Lust and libido lock down logic
Perversions preeminently pedagogic

Dat ass runs crowd control
Doubly dynamic and droll

Booty bounce vexes both sexes
Making some more ambidextrous

Naughty Illuminati hottie
Exploits blind minds with tight body

Rear end rhapsody
Defying gravity through depravity

At either end of the spectrum
Society has its head up a rectum

Addendum:

Scarlet woman; whore of Babylon?
(Too much ado about butts)
Religious prudes ramble on
The rest say: "Hooray For Sluts!"


Image: Major Arcana "Lust" (a.k.a. Strength) from The Thoth Tarot.

The Whirlwind Cometh

The Whirlwind Cometh


Your bones are first to tell you
When a hurly-burly approaches
Then mind becomes restless
Making long nights sleepless

For as the wind intensifies
From silent draft to violent gust
You'll soon know what you must
Swept off your feet; to Oz or bust

After that, everything's transformed:
Awestruck witness at eye of storm
Amid drastic departure from old norm
But don't despair one's heart defies

Although no amount of preparation
Can preempt such devastation
Brought via fateful precipitation
Thou shalt act as winged ones do.

Coda:


Eagle fly by
Leaving crop circles behind
Yes fly by
Sprinkling moon dust
On this ignorant race
So that they won't go to waste ...

Cyclone hasten nigh
Loosen whatever bonds bind
Yea draw nigh
There's no superior rush
For surface dwellers debased
Fill us within, else we be erased!

The Heart Sutra (Special Edition w/ Podcast)

The Heart Sutra


When Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva was practicing 
the profound Prajna Paramita,
he investigated and perceived the five Skandhas (heaps)
and saw that they were all non-existent,
thus securing his deliverance from all suffering and difficulty:

"Shariputra, form does not differ from emptiness;
emptiness does not differ from form.
Form itself is emptiness; emptiness itself is form.
So too are feeling, cognition, mental function
and consciousness in relation to emptiness.

Shariputra, all dharmas are
empty of characteristics.
They are not created, not annihilated,
not impure, not pure,
and they neither increase nor decrease.

Therefore, in emptiness there is no form,
feeling, cognition, mental function, or consciousness;
no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind;
no sights, sounds, smells, taste, touch, and ideas;
no field of the eyes, up to and including
no field of mind-consciousness,
and no ignorance or ending of ignorance,
up to and including no old age and death,
or ending of old age and death.

There are no Four Noble Truths, no wisdom and no gain.
Because nothing is gained, the Bodhisattva,
through reliance on Prajna Paramita,
has no hindrances in his heart.
Because there is no hindrance, he is not afraid,
is free from contrary and delusive ideas
and attains the Final Nirvana.

All Buddhas of the past, present and future
attain enlightenment through reliance on Prajna Paramita.
Therefore, know that Prajna Paramita
is a great spiritual mantra,
a great bright mantra, a supreme mantra,
an unequalled mantra!

It can remove all suffering; it is genuine and not false.
That is why the mantra of Prajna Paramita was first spoken."

Recite it thus:


GATE GATE PARAGATE PARASAMGATE - BODHI SVAHA

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