Lord, i shall be humble
but there are some things i must shed light on
through my life,
i shall try to apologize my positions
with, if not Faith, then empirical data and the voice of reason
i shall try appeal to my own common sense,
and with moral suasion put a definite end to the folly within
once and for all
i shall defy any attempt of trying to flatter
my own sinful nature with any excuse,
or to meet it with any level of tolerance or apathy
i repudiate all attempts
at trying to equal the good and the bad,
the efforted and the effortless,
the dull-of-heart and the enthused,
the hot and the cold
and everything else
that is not truly equal
in this non-binary
post-modern clown world :
some things are sacred and some things are evil
and we must enjoy the privilege
to orient ourselves around just that,
otherwise, all the wickedest Devils
will surely come with their tricks and persuasions
to greet us at the door to ruin
because the more i understand humanity
the more i see the fullness !
the more i understand humanity,
the more i understand the guillotine –
but the more I also understand the grace of God !
* * *
i swing from the liana of adventure
and fall into the burning darkness below !
and i expect God to pick up the pieces…
i drown in information as my throat is parched
with thirst for a wisdom i do not deserve
i drown in indignation as my throat is bruised
by these hands of Brutus, i truly deserve
egotism, dullness, naivety, self-pity,
sloth, nihilism and all the addictions
these are my sins !
astray in bacchic frenzy
i eloped from grace with Satan !
i am shit and mud combined into flesh, an arrogant idiot if anything
yes, and i insist – i am way stupider than i want to show or admit !
i hate pseudo-intellectuals when i so see or hear them – and autists –
because i am so painfully one myself, amongst these filthy throngs !
i admit : the Black Madonna, Our Lady of Uppsala, –
has been my palladium in battles both enormous and mediocre,
and the humility before God is the ever-golden mean
of my human existence : i shall live and i shall die
through spiritual manumission
in total fraternal conviviality
with sinners of all faiths and creeds
and this is how i sup at the table of Christ !
Uppsala's premier sewer-rat - the town's least prolific amateur wordsmith. poetry-attempts seeped in the historical, the mythical and the ever-so-human. A fiery follower of the 'Poete maudit' tradition. Apocalypticist and eschatological. Anti-modern. Decadent, spiritual, extreme, beautiful, dystopian, romantic. Personal, confessional, devotional. Everything posted = work in progress. This blog writes under the banner of, and in ever allegiance to, The End Commune (2012-2022; revived in 2025)
Monday, October 9, 2023
"TO SUP AT THE TABLE OF CHRIST"
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