A DEVINE TRAGEDY: 10. CREATION OF THE AUTOMATONS

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The Virtue of Fortitude; Brueghel the Elder, Pieter, c.1560

“Brothers and Sisters, take no fear when the natural is overcome with the artificial. It is simply the creation of the overman.”

Thus spoke Fred as he departed company with the Seven Somnambulists and entered a large hall.

Fred was walking amongst contradictions of steam and chilling waters.

And these were contained in machinations, non-beings, no hearts.

They opened and closed their maws with the force of dragons.

These un-beings, hoping also, but hardly ever successful,

at masticating man’s extremities; right and left.

These were creatures of the creators.

They were the product of producers.

They had no life of their own,

but were the life work,

of the gifted.

 

“Yea to those men of discovery.”

“Yea to those men of courage.”

“Yea to those men of talent.”

Fred uttered yea unto them three times.

 

Fred asked of the only…

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A DEVINE TRAGEDY: 9. VICTIMHOOD AND FAILURE

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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.”

 

“Though 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!”

 

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A DEVINE TRAGEDY: 8. CAPITULATION

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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?”

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A DEVINE TRAGEDY: 7. NEPOTISM AND EDUCATION

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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.”

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A DEVINE TRAGEDY: 6. ARROGANCE and SECRET SOCIETY

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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.”

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A DEVINE TRAGEDY: 5. THE SHRUG

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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,

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”

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A DEVINE TRAGEDY: 4. THE ANSWER

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The Sin of Greed by Dutch master Pieter Bruegel the Elder

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?”

“Does 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”

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A DEVINE TRAGEDY: 3. THE QUESTIONS

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Sin of Gluttony by Dutch master Pieter Bruegel the Elder

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”

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A DEVINE TRAGEDY: Post #2 The Interview

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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”
 

 

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A DEVINE TRAGEDY: Post #1 The Introduction

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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”

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