A DEVINE TRAGEDY: Post #9 VICTIMHOOD AND FAILURE

The Virtue of Faith by Brueghel the Elder, Pieter, circa1559

 

AND FRED CONTINUED HIS CONVERSATION

WITH THE REMAINING TWO SOMNAMBULISTS

 

“Next to last is you, sixth sleepwalker called ‘Victim.’

“Art thou only a victim of your own self-deception?”

“Doest not thou maketh thine own death bed?”

“You bed with short term concern for self.”

“He who deservith shall recieveth,

the true deserts he has earned.”

“Thou are the under man,

who has gone under,

with each rising,

of the moon.”

 

“Thou are the victim of short vision and short days.”

“Thine melencholyness is won by thine own hand.”

“Doest thou wish to leap from the palisade?”

“Doest thou wish to leap from the boat?

“Thou hast not the courage to use,

thine own hand for the task.”

“You dream other hands,

attempt the wish.”

But when it fails,

thoust lay blame,

on them also.”

“Trust not,

“your fate,

to me!”

 

“And you, ’Failure’, why do you skulk last?”

“Is it so that no beast or being should see,

thou in the throes of your own agony?

“Love thy self. You are very noble.”

“For you are like a good father,

showing right from wrong.”

“Do not take man under,

but rather over.”

You, Failure,

are a ghost,

a spirit,

an ether,

falseness.

 

You cloud man’s mind with fear and paralysis.

You, Failure, should be a tool, not a barrier.

Walking with these will make you false god.

Stride alone and you will become a king.”

 

And thus spoke Fred.

 

THE END

 

 

 

 

 

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A DEVINE TRAGEDY: POST #8 CAPITULATION

The Virtue of Charity , by Pieter Brueghel the Elder, from The World of Seven Virtues

AND FRED CONTINUED HIS CONVERSATION WITH THE SEVEN SOMNAMBULISTS“The fifth among you shall be named ‘Capitulation.’”

“Thine cloak takes on a multitude of shadows.”

“Amongst these are the hues of passiveness,

and a worried and feigned friendliness.”

“Thy forms are ‘The Flock,

and The Multitudes.”

 

“Thine shape is that of the serpent, or at best the chameleon.”

“Doest the oily slime of a dead oasis make you jealous?”

“Doest it nurture more spine in the slime than thou?”

“Then shed your cloak of capriciousness.”

“Or is it vacillation?”

 

“Doest thou vacillate to save your hide or your mind?”

“Doest thou croak like a frog when he vacillates,

his bloated chin to hide his fear of the dark?”

“Or is it fickleness? Art thou fickle,

like a young girl with choices?”

Doest thou squander,

your most prized and,

pure possession,

with each,

choice?”

 

“Or is it equivocation?”

 

“Doest thou weigh every fact as the money changer in the temple?”

“Doest thou spill gold while trying to count brass?

“Or is it ambivalence? Doest thou not care?”

“Doest thou have a weak mind,

like the slimy mollusk?”

 THUS SPOKE FRED

Tomorrow: “Victimhood and Failure”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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“TALES OF VARYING MADNESS”

 

A DEVINE TRAGEDY: POST 7 NEPOTISM AND EDUCATION

The Sin of SLOTH Pieter Bruegel the Elder Circa 1557

 

“Third amongst you is the most feared and despised,

yet thou are never spoken of in an open voice,

your six brethren nappers are very afraid,

aware of the poison of thine presence.”

that is you, pallid one – – – ‘Nepotism.”

 

“Thou steal honor and spirit from others.”

“Thou bow to that which is not earned.”

“Thine alter is built on the bones,

of your ancestors.”

 

“But this alter is not built of pride, its foundation – – -,

 the stiff necked haughtiness of rotting flesh,

inherited laurels bespeak of the smell,

of decaying ineptitude.”

 

“And you, fourth one with arms stiffly outstretched; O living zombie.”

“Thou shalt not hide behind the others. Thy name is ‘Education’,

and it shall forever be suspect and under watchful eye.”

“Do not saunter with the other seven diseases.”

“March away with the speed and honor,

of the following beings.”

 

“They fight in the army of the over man.”

“These soldiers shall be called ‘Labor’,

the second one ‘Perseverance’,

followed by ‘Self Respect’,

and ‘Originality’,

‘‘Passion’,

“Triumph’

‘Pride‘,

FRED SPOKE AND CONTINUED THUSLY

“March with these and emblazon thy true name,

‘WISDOM’ on the reins of your beast.”

“The other seven you are amongst,

will lead thee to the obscurity,

with mental collapse;

and then eventually,

to nothingness.“

 FRED THUS CONCLUDED

Tomorrow:   Capitulation

 

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A DEVINE TRAGEDY: Post 6 ARROGANCE and SECRET SOCIETY

The Sin of PRIDE by Dutch master Pieter Bruegel the Elder

“I speaketh to you Brothers and Sisters; forget not the seven somnambular plagues of Industry.”

 

And thus Fred then spoke to the first of the seven who walked as if in sleep:

 

“You, lead strides-man, thou are ‘Arrogance’,

from thine throat comes the roar of the lion,

yet yee knowest not the humility of time,

patience, perserverance and wisdom,

your roar finds itself covered,

as the moon covers the sun,

in full daylight,

the red corona,

of your roar,

is at once,

muted yet,

beautiful.”

 

“Therefore it will be remembered and practiced by the least amongst you; the under man.”

 

Fred then spoke thusly to the second somnambulist:

 

“You, second strident among the worst of plagues are ‘Secret Society.’”

“You walk behind hidden meanings and the pressing of the hand.”

“You meet in once removed encounters in the dark of night.”

“Darest thou not earn your keep on your own?”

“Have yee not the courage to meet eye to eye,

potential disaster; to face its loneliness?”

“Are thee afraid to chance a win?

“Thou bind thine own self,

to other’s apron strings.”

 

“Thou art neither bad nor evil, but rather a simple follower; an under man going under.”

Thus spoke Fred

 

Tomorrow:  “Nepotism and Education”

A DEVINE TRAGEDY: Post #5 The Shrug

The Sin of Lust by Dutch master Pieter Bruegel the Elder

 

And the timid representative of the Brothers of Personnel,

not truly cognizant of the heavens surrounding him,

not knowing that the temples he walked in,

was unaware that the meeting places,

of  lesser Pharisees would be given,

to that awful creature; The State,

Empirical, Corruptible, New York

and he simply shrugged.

 

Nor did he know that the Psalm,

of “Ever Onward”,

would be hushed,

much like voices,

of the children,

that would be,

thrown into,

a sacrificial,

pit.

 

“The Priest of Personnel was yet another true believer. One, who like many, could not face the seven somnambulists.”

Thus Speaketh Fred

Tomorrow: “Arrogance and Secret Society”

A DEVINE TRAGEDY: Post #4 The Answer

 

The besuited and cloistered one,

not yet aware of his future,

of impending doom,

of coming misery,

the loathing,

of the mind,

against body,

the seducer,

of the labor,

of beings,

unaware.

 

 

Unaware that the all-powerful,

Office of Human Resources,

was soon to be created,

simply answered,

“I do not know.”

 

Additional questions then arose:

 

“Where doest the labor of my body lay?”

“Doest it lay in dungeons of smoke?”

“Do I labor for thee in the sweat,

Of my own oily countenance?”

Or do I long toil unto thee,

along-side automatons,

of the creative man?”

 

“Or doest my spirit die in the simplexes,

of the everyman’s repeated spasms of labor?”

Thus Spoke Fred

 

Tomorrow:   “The Shrug”

 

A DEVINE TRAGEDY: Post #3 THE QUESTIONS

 

Fred asked the cloistered Priest of Personnel,

“Do you know what man does here?”

“Do you care what man does here?”

“Do I waste my only spirit here?”

“Doth my soul burn ever here?”

“What do you wish of me?”

“Do you not truly believe,

that my entire future,

lies in this smokey,

hollow hall?”

 

“Can you not see that God,

“has better plans for me?”

“He would not allow me,

these few thoughts,

if he had wished,

my only soul,

be damned,

to these,

darkest

places.

“Is it Good or Evil that I would encounter here?”

Thus Spoke Fred

 

Tomorrow: “The Answer”

A DEVINE TRAGEDY: Post #2 The Interview

The Sin of Envy                         by Dutch master Pieter Bruegel the Elder

“Verily, I say unto you, tho I walk through the valley of time, I fear no Priest of Personnel.”

 Thus spoke Fred

Fred walked through the vale of time clocks.
each one’s face looking at him,
appearing to  sneer at him,
their hands reaching out,
to grasp onto his words,
twisting them in puzzles
for minds of the lesser.
 
The once revered hallowed halls,
now simply but hollow ways.
deplete of human bodies,
spirits or  any souls,
waited for the morn,
to fill its growling,
and empty bowels,
once more again,
with beings.
 
Tomorrow: “The Questions”
 

 

A DEVINE TRAGEDY: Post #1 The Introduction

The Sin of Wrath by Dutch master Pieter Bruegel the Elder

Life can be true – yet murky,

You should listen closely,

You have to interpret,

We discuss societies,

Some quite secret,

And others not so,

And education,

Plus nepotism,

& Arrogance,

& Phenomena,

In mankind.

 

Creativity requires much risk,

A concept immeasurable,

As of yet – – – anyway,

Sanctioning failure,

So Idiosyncratic,

All occurring,

From 1957,

Onward.

 

My phractured phantasies,

Occur in microcomputers,

Or in mortared walls,

Which hold them,

The industry,

You know.

 

I would apologize quite deeply,

To Friedrich Nietzsche,

He accepts none,

Therefore I,

Offer none.

 

Thank you for listening,

FRED

 Tomorrow: “The Interview”