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)
Friday, June 14, 2024
"DEVOTIONAL POEM TO MARY OF JESUS OF ÁGREDA" (work in progress)
mark off the dimensions around me, for without your limits, i am lost !
stretch your great measure line across me :
give me footing; lay my cornerstone : my proud waves halt on the rugged rock of ego
bless my burning face with but a drop of dew
and bind my soul to the Pleiades
lay ambush in theological thicket
lurk like the spectral jackal
smile like the mother hyena
sneak amongst the ideas
crouch in your den like a lion
permeate my soul as water permeates sugar :
rinse the impurity, dilute the virulent poison
in titan woods and forlorn forest groves i have found repose
i have filled the caves with skillets and handicrafts and silks
carvings, amulets, innumerable goods i stand
on shelves and altars beneath
the yellow clouds of moth blind me yet i see
through the storm i behold
the most perfect vision
of María de Jesús de Ágreda
perfectly beholding
Mother Mary on a cloud
Sunday, June 2, 2024
"INCANTATION AGAINST THOSE WHO CHANGE THEMSELVES INTO HYENAS" (work in progress)
the horned owl is camouflaged
and draped in bracken fronds
the camels chew the hellebore leaves
in sage and celadon thicket
the odour of chrysantemums burst
in the sweeping light of noon
the copper has turned green
the jade jar has been broken
a possessed witch howls in the black air
the exorcism of foul Bouda spirits is complete
imperial vampires of black abyssinian blood
are banished
and the werehyena weeps
its song of discontent