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A List of Some Names

The Oddsexy Pallas Athena and aegis-bearing Zeus , Helios , Hyperion , and Circe , Lamp = Lampus and Lampetie , The Man of many wiles , While nobody believed Cassandra , I am a suppliant. Penelope's dream of 20 geese and an eagle , Eurycleia recognized him, And Rumor spreads word of his return, Grandparents Gaea and Uranus , and the titan parents. How things Thwart us, like the pews of a boat for oarsmen. And Herodotus told us that Homer Is the birth of knowledge. Agamemnon , Clytemnestra , Orestes , and Aegisthus those whom Aeschylus borrowed for his trilogy Mentor = a friend who watched his house Penelope and Telemachus , residents of the house "I AM NO ONE." But Cyclops ate 6 men. In Hades , he speaks with Tiresias and sees Sisyphus , Achilles , Ajax , Agamemnon, and so many others... And learns that Cassandra ( Priam 's daughter) was  killed  by  Clytemnestra and Aegisthus! treachery. betrayal. war. The deadly monsters Scylla and Charybdis , the vortex....

Memories from a treatment center ii

 I live for my future creative work . Without this dangling carrot, I have nothing. I am nothing. In the meantime, life is cruel. Humiliating. Treatment centers are cruel and demeaning. Humiliating. The counselors are essentially uneducated illiterates who can't spell, but they have the weight of addictive experience .  The clients are from jail or prison with no high school diplomas . I have no one to talk to on any meaningful level. Again, I am alone. Pavlos , Lore , and Smother's Publications are my dim light at the end of the tunnel, beckoning me to lurch forward, against the odds. I repeat myself. I wish I had a family who cared about me. On the other hand, these people are all kinds of cute.  December, 2019

Memories from a treatment center

 I remain convinced that my 26-year-old treatment center counselor is Prince Myshkin , from Dostoyevsky 's " The Idiot ." He is Ukrainian and taught me  " Privet " (привет). The head of this facility used to be the night watchman and is now taking not only coffee away from us, but also my highly needed and highly treasured naps. They all hayte me. Hayte follows me. Hayte stalks me, like a Komodo Dragon , waiting to bite me in the ass with that soupy cocktail of bacteria in its mouth that will fester into a giant sore on my ass cheek, filled with blood and stinky pus, causing sepsis , from which I will die a slow, horrible death. December, 2019

ET LUX IN TENEBRIS LUCET

 He who has a WHY to live far outweighs a HOW. We must be responsible for our existence  The Logos has advice  for us: Logotherapy! We must understand  The regression of intellectual life In barbaric conditions, such as, a dictatorship. Perhaps the salvation of man is through love, or  a future work. ET LUX IN TENEBRIS LUCET Do not live a provisional existence. Life expects something of me, therefore: sub specie aeternitatis. Our suffering has meaning and We are responsible so, RIDICULE YOUR NEUROSIS!  SELF TRANSCEND! Dereflect and live for a work of art. DEREFLECT.  Transform suffering into art. Live for your art. for, paradoxical intention brings bad SHIT  into your life. I must learn to laugh at myself. Do not become a voluntary moron.

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She said: they make everything they touch academic and useless. She wants to kill them. " Sappho is better." We must shoot for perfection , but  on our own terms not theirs. 

Honi Soit Qui Mal y Pense

 Tricked. Chicanery . Fooled by a canard gaslit self-doubt , vice, and moral failings. Within, cowardice and malfeasance . Narcissus cast a spell on the Orange Night , This the greedy one can not shed! And comes to mutual blows with the atomic axe : Whence neither faith nor integrity, perfectionism, nor self-recrimination   ever existed.

Three Quintets I

  Napoleon and Snowball inside  another Le Coq d'Or , The tale that never ends . As billiogarchs remain more equal than others. The old Major was right, yet again, describing the 45-degree stance of dementia , trying to walk upright. Greed became man; man became Greed. SELLING OUT! Boxer , the obedient magat, please Do not adopt the enemy's vices. For liberty is worth more than ribbons, and lies and vanity,  my comrades

Double Nonostich I

 I am crying for the tortured soul of this lonely blue planet and all her beautiful animals   plants sea life by the rage of greed  blind allegiance sleepwalking while helping apoplectic greed Do his thing killing killing killing killing. All the world's a stage And we are but players; Don't kill the stage and the players

Sestet I

bon mot polytextual lionized eagles discanting Leonin clausulae casual interrupt Perotin in Cathedrals die I 

Pentastich I

Cutty slunt poops  nocturnal whoresemen  masquerading en regata in the eyelids untouched by sight.

Monostich I

  Flatulence en regla

Distich I

Clumsy attempts forestall lathe droppings . Furnaced building, Horsewithal , forever telling, frightened of the gurn .

Tetrastich I

Frustration occludes vision and heart. Stopped by Feral Order Implicit is its nature: conquisical vice in hand. 

Tercet I

snobbly dripped opacity : tenuous , languorously drenched , equipped with kalinite .