aurora skies draped in fiery ice
shining blue & red above her sled
under the stars of a heavenly bed eternal
journeys Arnaruluunguaq
across never-ending expanses
of snow, snow and rock
the aurora borealis plays
on the absolute darkness
of the arctic firmament this night
Arnaruluunguaq is enthused, impassioned
with the spirits of her ancestors
and falls to the ground, backwards, onto her back
flakes of stellar wisdom, droplets of ancestral pride
moisten the air, thawing its icy vapor
and rains, descends upon her
she tries to catch whatever she can thereof,
with her mouth and her lips and her tongue
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)
Thursday, December 28, 2023
"THE TUNDRA NEVER ENDS", p. VI
Sunday, December 17, 2023
"THE STENCH OF INSOMNIA"
alien methane palls
and vomit-green ammonia vapors
spread in my chamber
shadowy silhouettes of insomnia
lurk
like wolfhound packs
around the carrion
wormholes to the kingdom of sleep are barred
i open the veins of anxiety's arch-angels,
a bleed-through between levels of reality and perception
stranded in dimensional fossa
am i
overcome by emotions
Hypnos throws a lasso
through the introitus
which i miss
again…
sedative and hallucinatory
floating clouds of miasma
narcoleptic deities in charge of the world
are tangled in the threads of time
the horse-flies crawl
upon this sultry humid flesh tonight
stenches of anxiety and perspiration
pearls of sweat and stinking fabric
insomniac evangelion writings on the wall :
i ruminate on my nocturnal angst graffiti !
i feel the sour rot of sleeplessness
vibrate the very hairs of my nostrils
vapors from the interdimensional scrap heap
fill these tragic sleeping quarters tonight
i can hear, when i so try, but quietly in my midst
the sluggish march of anteaters
make way through the Ursa Major
beneath the fourteenth moon of Saturn
i can hear, when i so try, but quietly in my midst,
the feral paws of a feline God
chasing the spoor of an astral moose
upon the heavenly tapestry
my head is hastily shaven
and smitten with dandruff and scabs
my skin is torn and xerotic
and insects crawl upon it
as i, once again,
am banished from the kingdom
the pupae dwells in every stale bog
beneath the heliacal ascension of Sirius
in their insectile repose :
i am not allowed to enter !
i circle around my dwelling-place
as if a mosquito around a cistern during dog days
alone and cold, unable to rest :
dreams arrest in malign insomniac spells –
what did i do to deserve this ?
i wish no longer to enter my bed-chamber,
but who am I to refuse the gift of Hypnos ?
i wish i was haunted by ghosts !
then, i could fear the darkness
for another reason
i would rather sleep with mares and demons
than to be forever-awake, even if in paradise
i wish insomnia upon my worst enemy :
it is an excellent way to break the human spirit
Monday, December 11, 2023
"REDEMPTION ON HOLD (UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE)"
I
the sun sinks through a swollen sky
like a rock through the belly of a bloated cadaver
upon the circumzenithal arc the dome burst :
a cosmic migration of bats evades this shadow-hole
and flees into our world
the sun sticks, suspends
in the nictitating membranes
of time
as does human memory
ruthless accelerative phenomena
beyond all human control
we all become rust-covered swords
and fossils of naive hope
buried deep in the mire of history
and onward ever backward
we wander
trying to find our way
back to redemption
II
mystical vessel of trans-Neptunian penetration
delivers an ominous message
from beyond the Kuiper belt
behold the hail of comets ! volleys of muskets
saluting the coming of conclusion !
the sun is a black hole
an enormous ball of kinetic energy
hanging from the gibbet of the universe
and whoever, whatever crushes this piƱata
get to claim the prize :
total nuclear annihilation
total synapse destruction
crawling towards the Omega Point
an ultimate revelation of wisdom :
the universe may be indifferent to intelligence
no matter how spiritually refined it may be