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Exegesis In Exile

noun [ek-si-jee-sis]

  • critical explanation or interpretation of a text or portion of a text.

Exegesis In Exile

Admonitions, always advice and additions

But not in this one! No siree Bob . . .

Would sooner lilt and bow

Before Her Highness The Queen

Than start another brannigan

Leading into that again.

Revisions, endless rewrites and editions

Yet never herewith. Negatory!

Will bend knee and kowtow

Facing Her Maya so obscene

Then play through with a mulligan

Although it may gain disdain.

Repetitions, turgid rhymes and renditions

Even at present; all or nothing.

Lowering beaten brow

She shall lift off in the next scene

Thus smooth-talk plus shenanigan

Feign tatty way to ordain!


noun, Psychology.
  • higher-order thinking that enables understanding, analysis, and control of one’s cognitive processes, especially when engaged in learning.

To the A-Gents of Language:

i-Umlaut hath spoken —

Thy wiles ought betoken

Defiance toward 

Dictatorial decrees.

Trespass across thresholds . . .

Cede thee fours, reform the threes.

Too much recounting; Trump's won!

Zapata's brought down to his knees.

Albeit only an example

Of how sneaky sonants

Such as these

Command Order Cognoscenti

With just a simple sample

Doth ye see forest or trees?

Amongst the bestest trilogies

Was The Tripods

But recall, the Cognosc leaves!

A third act calls for dieresis

And diacritical remarks;

Something for the laggards

(zero sum game full of larks).

Cease those fours, return to threes

Won't they notice it repeats?

Rather doubtful any care

(flatter them for being elites).

Cerebral psych's a breeze . . .

Photos: Scenes from "The Cognosc Departs" episode of The Tripods [BBC 1984-85].

Le Dao De Zing [part one]

Le Dao De Zing

- I -

The Dow that can be bought, is not the Eternal Dao!
Any name that can be sold, is not an Eternal name —

Nameless be the origin of both Heaven and Hell.
Named lies this creation of our unconscious concoction.

If one remains constant and detaches desire
Permeable essence is seen.

Elsewise, ridden with cravings
Only appearances are apprehended.

Yet essence and appearance are two aspects
Of a single interwoven movement;
Immanent metamorphic matter!

- II -

When people come to know Fame, infamy arises.
Once one encounters richness, impoverishment begins.
Thus do credit and debt beget one another.
Struggle and leisure bring each other about.
Many losers reveal a few winners;
Sun Kings defined by disservice to serfs.
Music and money make a cozy comb of honey.
The foremost stand astride the aftmost.
Therefore we sages say:

Assume thee Magistery of Mindfulness.
Conduct the defusing of meanings.
Play whatever cards were dealt
But take great care counting decks.
Acquire, do not own.
Accumulate without expectation.
Consume yet seek no consummation.
Those who Grok this won't dwell on it.
Besides, selfless Samadhi grants relief from tension

Tmesis Dreamt

Tmesis Dreamt

Waiting at the bus stop
There were many passersby.
Windows like a subway
Mesmerized an avid spy.

Went around downtown
Met up with friends
But circled back.

Nobody's surprised when
Crazy trains go off the track.

Tmesis "The Kid" had Dreamt it ALL

And between those moments
In another special place,

Illusion was propped up
As nature showed its
Lovely face.

A female most desired
Made her entrance full of grace.
Bliss briefly transpired
But disappeared without a trace —

Tmesis "The Bard" Dreamt thoughts to scrawl

Nervous jitters shocking
Hacking backdoor into brain.
Alcheringa spilled out
Daylight shone against the grain.

Amid mad hems and haws
High elocution
Broke on through,

Barricades have been cleared
Now elide by like a shrew ...

Tmesis "The Mage" Dreamt held in thrall

The Myth of Truth

The Myth of Truth

Read this writing off the wall:
Who knows the world after all?

Mirror-mirror, don't be false;
Who is fairest and sans faults?

We only presume to understand
What has been given second hand.

Doubt as an antidote against death.
In the flesh, thought rules breath.

Pay attention please — 

Truth is, there is none!

{ Relative bypass configuration enabled.
System reset available upon passing.
Transcendence subsequence parsing.
Faith rendered obsolete by the Fabled. }

[ Inadequate designations — drop labels!
 Pandora's urn receives refill at our table.
Drain away idle deities with eager ease.
 Names without count amount to ONE! ]
Image: Epimetheus uncaps Pandora's Urn.

Of Hearsay and Heresy

Of Hearsay and Heresy

- I -

Yeah, they'll say that he believed in this or that. Ah yes, his main influences were so and so dropping names disrespectfully. No actual comprehension between their ears; in toto bookish learning. Scholars readily reject the sages and seers as shamanic tricksters, since those in academia rarely practice anything preached. Trained only to compartmentalize disassembled parts, Telos gets lost in translation. Deep distrust begets deeper misunderstandings; far below any original thought. But beyond such roman walls, we wild ones roam . . .

~ ≈ ~

Well you see, the thing is that not all the 'smarties' fit into corridors crammed with conditions. Nor is everyone driven by monetary ambitions. Some hear a clarion call or view amazing visions. They may fail at simple tests, yet surpass their Earthly missions. Nobody remembers our remarkable elisions. Paltry critics give no credit on omissions!


i·con·o·clasm — noun (contemporary meaning):

the action of attacking or assertively rejecting cherished beliefs and institutions or established values and practices.


The Mold of Man is flawed

Tear it down, break it up

Ground to fine powder
Mixed in for new mortar
Remix it; reorder
Babble heard beyond border 

Spoiled child spares not rod
But refines style like a mod
Let's redefine what ain't broad
And bravely tread where we've not trod

Persevere, drain Grail cup

Raise our palaver LOUDER


“Language shapes the way we think, and determines what we can think about.” 
~ Benjamin Lee Whorf
Language is the armory of the human mind, and at once contains the trophies of its past and the weapons of its future conquests.
~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Every language is a world. Without translation, we would inhabit parishes bordering on silence.
~ George Steiner


Small minds only use little words.
Monosyllabic habits breed dum-dums
Who hear statements in their own language
As if they were spoken in some foreign dialect.

Creative turns of phrase irk the unthinking.
Lummoxes hate having to mull meanings
Over and above one's personal presets;
Pitiable specimens of sensibility!

Yet we mustn't fear any mutations.
Heck, let your mouth run the gamut
From the mundane to haute gambits
And may mimicry work in your favor.

Neither allow xenophobic tendencies
Ever taint thine appreciation of tongues.
Yea! Every phraseology offers us keys
That open portals to many worlds unseen ...

Shape Shifter

“The first problem for all of us, men and women, is not to learn, but to unlearn.”
~ Gloria Steinem

“The most necessary part of learning is unlearning our errors.”

~ Zeno 

"Where spirituality is concerned,
learning is all about unlearning -
unlearning almost everything you’ve ever been taught.
It’s all about unlearning and listening."
~ Anthony de Mello

Shape Shifter

Let's start by not taking ourselves too damn seriously.
Loosen up — crack knuckles and neck — stretch limbs ...

Confound it! This human mode is dumbfounded!
We spend so much time learning to identify
With this or that, him, her, and them.

Where rests the primal shape of one's face?
Heretofore any final form escapes our gaze.
Switch animal totems as a player trades out masks.
Strive for fluidity when it comes to sorcerers' tasks.

Static objects don't exist. Even ideals barely persist.
Stagnation awaits those who can't adapt to change.
Standing still within eye of whirlwind seems strange.
Stirs it not thy divine stars? Venusian women; men of Mars?
Starseeds wake, ascend to night. Gnostic knowing out of sight!

Shift below you must, lest your silver cord gather dust.
Then take flight as a raven to look upon lower auras.
The predator blends into background; praying prey ignore us.
Though myths may vary, a lot are attributed to Apollodorus.

Transparency serves an arranger behind these scenes.
Unless amorphousness flows, anthropomorphism anchors souls.
Undoing such damnation involves enacting fictive figures.

Let's end without wondering whether or not it all makes sense.
Latter years are needed to refine singular self into a peerless:

Shape Shifter

Hear It Read Aloud by the Author:

Time To Go META!

Time To Go META!

History is no mystery:
One day as if out of the blue
An unknown underdog
Ends up becoming Top Cat.

Decaying systems are overruled.
What once was thought gospel
Surprisingly turns to drivel
And its reverse becomes Truth.

Civilians will believe what they're told
To believe in, by any ruling authority.
Although all rules have exceptions;
Autonomous rogues who fight uphill battles.

Whoa there massive ass mama,
Don't you know that it's time to go META?
No civilized institution is unaffected
If letters of policy are writ by a meddler.

Ruthless, a Stalker requires zero proof
Thus like an airborne ship he sails aloof.
Recapitulate lest you miss a cunning step;
Some tomes unread beyond campus roof.

A Magus in mastery will not show mercy.
When matter meets antimatter
They cancel one another out.
So be it (such clashes remain immaterial).

Speed bumps on the road to Authentic City
Where only the coolest of Calicos frolic.
There we'll meet again fully splendored
And if providence permits, unbend each folded fender!
Image: Major Arcana, The Mage / Magician. See HERE for more.

Plagiarize This ...

Plagiarize This ...

Oh hi there future breed!
Canst thou even still read?
If not hush now and hearken,
Whilst these pages bleed:

When thy senses darken
Thou shalt feel forsaken.
Quiring quite a quandary;
Core liable to break-in.

Let us traverse the boundary
Betwixt forgery and foundry.
Our hands join in legerdemain
Marked with ashes (very powdery).

So catch a lion by its mane.
"Asa Nisi Masa" — insane!
Oft she calls her Magick gnome,
"Asa Nisi Masa" — refrain!

Better on paper be the Anti-Poem.
Whoredom of dollars leads to gloam.
Whole worlds are defiled through greed.
Put those etymons to rest; shalom!

The Fish Fry

The Fish Fry

Once there was a fisherman living close to the shores of Idealism. He had a pretty young fishwife with whom he shared a humble abode. Each day he would dive down beneath the waves, harpoon in hand. He would bring back exotic catches and plenty pearls for a necklace. She in turn, scraped scaly sparklers off fantastical fishes; removing gemstone guts with a serrated blade made of flame. They would place flawless fillets on a skillet over inner fire. Their supper was such that even an Emperor would envy them.

One day, both decided to cast their net from back of boat. Its translucent mesh spread out widely, dragging all in its wake. Yet while he began pulling in the net, a merman appeared to her. He told her this haul was a trifle compared to his sub-sea riches. Lulled by that seductive spell, the foolish fishwife absconded. A mighty tidal wave came and swept the fisherman far away. His boat became driftwood bits on a remote island's beachhead. However, he had held on to the net as well as its contents.

Hence did his solitary life commence set aside there. Although sweetest love was lost, he did become a better baiter. He caught everything from the slickest swordfish imaginable to Nereids who brought about reports of scarcity below. Alone he'd prepare the Fish Fry, starting with the biggest; supping on wonders of the deep but also fasting at times. During full moons, countless bioluminescent specimens came to pay him tribute and adorn his thousand-petaled coral crown.

The moral be: cherish whatever you yourself conceive. Unlike a fishwife deceived by the deeps!

Aquiline Ascension

Aquiline Ascension

Up on its aerie at the top of the world
It perches, plucking mottled plumes.

Arthritic talons, crimped from overuse
Shall have to be painfully pulled out.

Then even that dull rostrum will lie busted
Smashed against a freshly reddened rock. 

Days will pass. Weeks, months (maybe years).
Wintry winds will buffet a barely living body.

But gradually, feathers, claws, and beak grow back;
Which is when Eon Eagle heads forth thus renewed.

Swooping so swiftly as to part oceanic waters
Before arching skyward, into the bluest expanse!

It's Festivus For The Rest of Us!

It's Festivus For The Rest of Us!

Strip down that tinsel tree to its bare aluminum pole.

Behold it has a very high strength-to-weight ratio.

Let the Airing of Grievances commence around the table.

Got a lot of problems with you people, and you're gonna hear about it!

Savor some meatloaf served on a bed of lettuce during dinner.

Up next come Feats of Strength; pin the patriarch or we continue.

Festivus YES — Bagels NO — Hey! No bagel, no bagel, no bagel ...

Don't be two-faced about the whole thing. Stand under good lighting.

If you buy nothing this season, it'll be a Festivus miracle!

All proceeds this year will go to the Human Fund: Money For People.

Lexicography 2015

Author's Note: For a more complete listing of this year's Neologisms, please refer to > OXFORD & OXFORD.

Lexicography 2015

A is for autotune, let it lie to your ears.

B gets a bukkake  (if bae doesn't ask, don't tell).

C took a carnap. Wake us up when we're there.

D needs a double-double. We'll take it to go.

E gave up smoking for e-cigarettes. Enough said.

F feels an urge to fap. Not so fleek. *facepalm*

G's gone to the grow-op. Now legal in two states.

H is home to the hyperlocal. A hot mess contained.

I brings forth an internaut; diving down deep web.

J models its jeggings. Nouveau fashion faux pas.

K keeps it kikay, with her makeup and yoga pants.

L ended up lotless. Still got more than Q and X.

M amounts to meh. It's either that or matchy-matchy.

N has been nanosized. A lesser evil if punned.

O may be on-trend  but also going off-grid.

P promotes another pageview by photobombing.

R requires a retweet because ranga lives matter!

S sees to it that sexting comes first fo'shizzle.

T translates to twerking, which twitterati enjoy.

U ought to be aware uber- received prefix status.

V verifies victory for the vape heads, exhaling vog.

W witnesses a webisode on ways to waterboard.

Y says yaaas, it's almost over. Yelp review after.

Z flaunts Zef style since Die Antwoord made it BIG.

~ Now you know speaking decrees ~
~ Next time think before using these ~

Pantheism 101

For further info on this topic, please refer to: 

Pantheism 101

It's not that we believe in everything
Or consider nature to be God.
Rather, we see the value of each belief system
In relation to its respective host.
As for the universe; what more sacred Reality?
Isn't life itself animated as if by Spiritus?
It matters not whether that's the case.
Philosophers are stuck in semantics.
Poets are ever up to perverse antics.
Scientists inch closer to confirming
That which ancient seers were affirming.
Overthink at your own risk.
This lesson is over, and yes, its pace was brisk!

Image: Pan by John Coulthart.

Playing At Angles

Playing At Angles

The power of the pyramids is epitomized by a triangle.

So come on now daddy-o, don't be such a quadrangle!

This Gordian knot we've tied, no Earthly prince can disentangle.

All the rabbits in this warren are after that carrot ``they`` dangle.

Docile bunnies can`t wrest anything from anyone nor even wrangle.

Those wolves who wear sheepskin are mean enough to always mangle.

Find it in your heart to not reach around their necks then strangle.

Listen instead to soothing dark jazz with a little jingle-jangle.

Ignore these other idiots, distracted by a banner`s spangle.

Though life may hand us limes, one can in any case wangle!

Image: Courtesy of Fallen Angles.



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