Ce Roi fils de David, où le chercherons-nous ?
Le ciel même peut-il réparer les ruines
De cet arbre séché jusque dans ses racines...
7th Age of Reason quote
Xenophon wrote the Cyropedia unquote;
which is not usually requisite reading
for You and Me in Skoolzone
o boy, out the encyclopedia
O boy [oracular exclamation] goes without saying
for alex the grand:
the kidlet’s a daimon,
a natural berserker in battle
an essaim host of renaissant spiritelli
is always bursting in his bosom
and then the rumblings in his belly
sun of Zeus o boi, true belief
in Oratory in a manner of speaking,
useful even to the Pythian Pythoness
usefuller even than her drugs!
Philosophia for Sophistry—Hagia Sophia a
sophisticated lad O so fulla Trust
the faith of the heart
voller Glauben
in the golden vaults of
its launch
qui n’a jamais
[jamais] connu de loi.
Speak we of Amor personified again?
Or of Kyros or Alex ancor?
Neither nor!
We speak of the Synagogue!
We speak of the Temple!
Here the Law is heard and wrought:
This is a House of Sacrifice.
This is a House of Study
[our spartan ways banish such baroqueries].
Thru prayer and practice:
Books of Wisdom
Mysticism
Law
History
line the walls, big bible
here only good honest faith
no pythian here
but yes
THE.ACOUSTICS.IN.THIS.HALL:
house of interpenetration
TEMPLE, HOUSE OF SACRIFICE worship by sacrifice
You bathed the marble dalles with holy Blood,
even now with carbombs and smokesignals
TEMPLE SYNAGOGUE worship by study HOUSE OF STUDY
if there is silence the songs can be heard
if there is silence we can concentrate to read
synagogue HOUSE OF INTERPRETATION
The Acoustics in this Hall: hermetic—
here we compile and interpret,
the personnel are as sanctified as studious.
An Oratorio based in kings
[Word] and more [words]!
Either or! KYROPAIDYA! Pagans!
[those barbaroi and their perversions]
stories upon stories: the logoi of a Scriptor
piled in sedimentary layers of redbrown cliffside
long before the timeline of king David
[scripted] in the Kyropaedia, o paedo, boy
meets [boy] relative for a juvenile pair of
kissing cousins crinkle the papyrus
Kyros if now Cyrus the Younger the
Elder (said the Great) the First the Second or the
Third maybe Fourth
problematics of renaming
So Johnathan meets David heartstrings struck
spiritually
unlikely hero printed all over his
forehead and his handy slingshot at least
Inquire thou whose son the stripling is: there
remaineth yet the youngest, and, behold,
he keepeth the sheep so nice and cozy
from the faint bleeting of his premier
bucolic, hearing the righteous call
carrying battlespoils ruddy and fair
of a once great Man-o'-War of Mycenae
no match in the end for the fair shepherd boy
I am the son of thy servant Jesse
tree of Jesse arboreal
we have the deep roots
in the stained glass
of a dark unstable pedigree
the Bethlehemite,
a fairly sophisticated
lad weaned of xenophobia in a
cosmopolitan garden atmosphere
at least according to xenophonic exegesis
of the torah, and beyond
And it came to Passion,
when the evil Geist from God would glut upon Saul,
and masterly played upon his mindspaces,
that David took an harp, and played it with his hand:
so Saul was refreshed, and soon was well,
when playing offset playing
and the wicked Geist gave up.
o boi say OM
let the woe go
give up the ghost
now this new protégé
along with the son of the king
wandering supping on
puerile eye contact
truly felt the pulse of the infinite
as ritual
whoa beyond woe
o my god
lordly prolific, Shaper
your measure, O Measurer
let the woe go
and the warm get-togethers
of so many live families
tribes changing [configuration]
which is the body of the beast of the living deity
offenders exiles outcasts nostalgia for the old tides
forever gotten and, now moving on
the people,
the incidence (-ts)
lordly leveling,
the cutterz sweord
the decapitation of generations
but new goodtimes
must crop in exile
OMG
other places going
lovers progress, pilgrimatic
enamored
an amor at once sapphic and sodomite
subdued subliminate
iconoclasm of the rose
maybe ungranted, only cerebral
in old provincial verses
still pulsing vaguely figuring
[departed from him] Let the wo go
it was fate and it was chance
so it went that when the
in those days
now he was ruddied, and withal
of a beautiful visage [even fair of eyes]
and good to look at
Johnathan unlikely heartstruck vis-à-vis
the fair eyed youth when he tried on armor
manly helm too big for his head and frame
I know thy pride, and the naughtiness of
thine heart; for thou art come down that thou
mightest see the battle the comely youth
first set of manly arms and helm too big
for his head and for his frame, paradise
in aim as is often with unlikely heroes
thou art not able to go against this
Philistine to fight with him: for thou art
but a youth, and he a man of war from
his youth so whose son art thou, geong guma?
As thy soul liveth, O king, I cannot tell:
a soft blooming peasecod no match in arms
And when the Philistine looked about,
and saw David, he disdained him;
for he was a youth, and ruddy,
and of a fair countenance
unfit to match him in battle.
But who is this uncircumcised Philistine,
Giant tho he may be,
that he should defy
the armies of the living God,
the body of the beast?
anyway it came to pass after
a heartfelt talk that his soul was knit with jonathan’s
and they made a pact for living souls loved as own
that robe garment bow even sword and down to his
underclothes stript
but Saul was cankered and was wroth
and how he eyed the boy from that day on and forth
his evil eye he clutched his javelin in his fist
the slip of such a sweaty palm; and david played
with his hand, just like usual; the wicked ghost
from god was roaming the dark temple of his mind
and Saul was afraid of David, because
the LORD was with him, and was departed from him
so Saul he cast the spear and David ran away
[escaped through the window]
like whoa lemme go
[again]
even to the wall with it.
And David avoided out of his presence
twice.
[again]
Jonathan again no match for the Mystic he sees:
this peasecod not yet grown into a squash
Observe him there in the court of Saul
twanging harpstrings psalming voice entonement
Righteous songs of peace and love or belliquous
canticles of blood and warful woe threat
and atonement
Observe this baroque portrayal
set anachronistically in halls of porphyry
spoglia, crouched at the feet of his lord feeling imperiled
and endangerd he entones a newly broken voice
his soft lowly youthful shape
huddled in the shadow of the throne
like water in the low parts
ofa valley
goatling kid, weeping wall of grace, a wail
[fire]
a rixling battle of words, oh boy
singer’s shapeshifting
fingers plectring
Jonathan listend eavesdropt teardrip jerkt movd his tendons
soothd his brain, spirit loose he listened expansive ghost
those graceful fingers plectring
that goatling voice resounding
breaking his youth
and from Saul the evil spirit again departing
always to return
tender songs of tender boy
the Canso had a certain ritualistic power
finding favor in the eye of his lord eternal temporal
the flavor of the expensive incense
ensconcing the Veiled Royal
[I know my chanting style is very baroque]
my feelings are indeed intense sire
but my poetry is more ardent even
ardent my fingers on the strings
do you hear the tone of steel
they hurt my lord
see, sometimes they bleed even
do you hear the bleeding
my lord i feel my body
as my voice feels
the wrath of
the Lord
About the Creator
Rob Angeli
sunt lacrimae rerum et mentem mortalia tangunt
There are tears of things, and mortal objects touch the mind.
-Virgil Aeneid I.462
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