poetry

Art is Prophetic: Theopoetica – Jay Dyer / MichaeI Witc0ff

 MichaeI Witcoff rejoins me to discuss how new book covering Orthodox poetics. The book is called Theopoetica and features poems and commentary recalling St. Ephrem the Syrian. We will also touch on aesthetics and art in general.  His book is here. Subscribe to JaysAnalysis in the Purchase Membership section to access the archives of videos […]

Erasure

The untouchable body is touched until it can be touched no more, touched so often and in so many ways, just to purge you of fears She is powerful for she is woman, you make of her an anthem, her breasts are in mourning, her tortured cries haunt your ripped manhood’s Her sisters are bodies draped over mango trees, gargoyles[Read More...]
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The Great Reset

John Griffin ASSESSMENT REPORT #5 (Final): GALACTIC INNER PERIPHERY ARCHIVE Excellency, As Sol transits the Dark zone, we expect a further deterioration in the expression of consciousness of some of the planetary beings. Those on Sphere 3 — a superlative creation utilizing all the material elements in intricate harmonic levels (see Appendix 1: Earth) — …

Unemployment

meditation preparing for unemployment what I would say to anyone who asks me what I say to myself thoughts on Louise Glueck’s short speech on being congratulated for receiving the Nobel Prize for her poetry she said the driver is waiting, he has to earn his living, let me go — preparing for unemployment prepares us for unemployment provided we[Read More...]
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Migrants

The mass migrants to Mars stood poised to take their first step. The Red Planet crimsoned further by the blood of scientists who realised the vision of a musky monied man odoured with fame, made into godhead. Out of deep freeze, led by the god who saved them, stood more monied men.   They had left a planet in turmoil.[Read More...]
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To A Young Woman Who Will Not Become Old

Your dreams won’t die They can’t kill them They killed you They brutalized you They lied But your dreams won’t die   A people Who pride themselves On their spirituality… What spirits indeed Invade their Addled brains?   What opiate Suggests such acts? What sickness Can endure? Their bodies, their limbs Are what’s really aflame   Your dreams won’t die[Read More...]