Monday, August 20, 2007

Arrogant Prophecies - Childhood of Broken Glass

The reader may well wonder how it can be that the unknown poet who composed the "Arrogant Prophecies" could be so..."unknown".

Although all artists hunger for recognition, perhaps on a more important level he "wanted" it to be that way. It could even be genetic, an survival instinct which helped ensure the safety of his contribution to the gene pool. During the Terrible Times survival in the Third Galaxy was often a rather dicey affair and being "known" was not always a positive.

That said, the reader may well ask how it can be that the unknown poet now is so "well-known". The answer is that if the Alien Veggies had not appeared in the skies of that poor world on the very eve of its final destruction, not only would the unknown poet have remained unknown, all the "known", all the great and mighty, the snotty little kings, the generals and world shakers would have been forgotten.

The Alien Veggies say that, when a planet is destroyed, its soul and mind also vanish. All is flushed away and there is nothing left of the hope and promise -- nothing but the mindless chatter of a restless night. Indeed, there are some critics who contend that this could be considered the "sin against the Holy Wind" to which the Idaho so often referred.
A lot of things happen when you're a kid,
so much that you never really quite get over it.

Our childhood is the first test
of life from which identity is distilled for the rest.

Between the clean and the unclean
there are multitudes of impressions clamoring
to be your personality.

I simply can not make my mind comprehend
the fact that most of us survive
our childhood until we reach adult lives.

"Childhood is the pure breath"?
"Childhood is one, long, drawn-out death"!

You've heard the phrase: "Unless ye become
little children, ye can not enter the Kingdom of God!"

But, other kiddies squeak: "If childhood
is so bright and pink -- then whose is hell's delightful food?(!)"
The images here draw upon Sunflower Woman's life-poem, "You're a Child so Long, You Never Quite Get Over It", in the beginning of which she asks, "What have we done to the Child?". Indeed, what have we done?

According to the intuitions recorded in the Book of the Holy Idaho, mankind will awaken as from a drunken stupor and mend its ways. However, the likelihood that will happen in such a positive way seems more and more unlikely.

If mankind awakens at all, it will likely be more as the fellow in the story who, having dreamt the same dream as all the other men -- that their world was going to end -- killed his children the Night Before the End, only to wake the next morning to find that the world was still there. But the children were all dead -- and with them, the future.

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