Biblical Babel

Oct20

Sixty-six chapters and sixty-six books
(please, Catholic brothers – no dirty looks)
were needed for God to make known His plan:
the gift of salvation and future of Man.

Yet sometimes it seems rather cryptically stated;
poor Israel must wait and will wait (as they’ve waited).

Isaiah took sixty-six chapters to tell it;
for two-thousand years has the Church tried to sell it –
must Christ and his teaching thus languish in mystery,
waiting offstage in the wings of His history?
(Wings of the cherubim, angels, and vultures
now beat down upon us, uniting our cultures
as tech surges up in a dizzy parabola
micro in management, global in formula…)

Sixty-six chapters to say it in Greek,
Aramaic — or Latin (whatever they speak)
while the somnolent audience scrolls on their screens
in apocalypse trance over zombie machines.
The scrolls are unopened, the parchment still sealed
the slot-machine handle refuses to yield;
as the sixes line up towards the threshold of seven
the virgins sleep late in the Kingdom of Heaven.

IMAGE CREDIT: Jeff Kubina at flickr.com

Biblical Babel

Apr9

Sixty-six chapters and sixty-six books
(please, Catholic brothers—no dirty looks)
were needed for God to make known His plan:
the gift of salvation and future of Man.

Yet sometimes it seems rather cryptically stated;
poor Israel must wait and will wait (as they’ve waited).

Isaiah took sixty-six chapters to tell it;
for two-thousand years has the Church tried to sell it—
must Christ and his teaching thus languish in mystery,
waiting offstage in the wings of His history?
(Wings of the cherubim, angels, and vultures
now beat down upon us, uniting our cultures
while tech surges up in a dizzy parabola
micro in management, global in formula…)

Sixty-six chapters to say it in Greek
(Aramaic—or Latin; whatever they speak)
while the somnolent audience scrolls on their screens
in apocalypse trance over zombie machines.
The scrolls are unopened, the parchment still sealed
the slot-machine handle refuses to yield;
as the sixes line up towards the threshold of seven
the virgins sleep late in the Kingdom of Heaven.

IMAGE CREDIT: Jeff Kubina at flickr.com

At the Brink of the Threshold: Ezekiel 47

Jul11

Afterward he brought me again unto the door of the house;
and, behold, waters issued out
from under the threshold of the house eastward:
for the forefront of the house stood toward the east,
and the waters came down from under from the right side of the house,
at the south side of the altar.

Then brought he me out of the way of the gate northward,
and led me about the way without unto the utter gate
by the way that looketh eastward; and, behold,
there ran out waters on the right side.

And when the man that had the line in his hand went forth eastward,
he measured a thousand cubits, and he brought me through the waters;
the waters were to the ankles.

Again he measured a thousand, and brought me through the waters;
the waters were to the knees. Again he measured a thousand,
and brought me through; the waters were to the loins.

Afterward he measured a thousand; and it was a river that I could not pass over: for the waters were risen, waters to swim in,
a river that could not be passed over.

And he said unto me, Son of man, hast thou seen this?
Then he brought me, and caused me to return to the brink of the river.

Ezekiel 47:1-6 [KJV]

IMAGE CREDIT: Yannick Khong, Soul Travel Multimedia

Mix-Master P. Freneau

Aug22

YO—my boy Phillip Freneau be THROWIN’ down lyrics, gnome sain?

I need to get more into this patriot-poet of the revolutionary era.
There is so much to discover in his prodigious body of work.
He was quite the American rap-artist…

A Warning to America is as timely as ever.
These poems by Freneau go out to all Tea-Partiers and their adversaries, regardless of election results. Don’t believe the hype. Tea party is a state of mind and Freneau was definitely there.
He wrote a great poem about it.

He evoked the romance of the new world as felt in the days before the frontiers of the U.S. had been expanded in poems like On the Emigration to America and The Indian Burying Ground ( …Pale Shebah with her braided hair… !). This era represents a literary high-point in history for the type of poetry I esteem.

Here’s a link if you like what you found.

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At the Brink of the Threshold: Ezekiel 47

Afterward he brought me again unto the door of the house;
and, behold, waters issued out
from under the threshold of the house eastward:
for the forefront of the house stood toward the east,
and the waters came down from under from the right side of the house,
at the south side of the altar.

Then brought he me out of the way of the gate northward,
and led me about the way without unto the utter gate
by the way that looketh eastward; and, behold,
there ran out waters on the right side.

And when the man that had the line in his hand went forth eastward,
he measured a thousand cubits, and he brought me through the waters;
the waters were to the ankles.

Again he measured a thousand, and brought me through the waters;
the waters were to the knees. Again he measured a thousand,
and brought me through; the waters were to the loins.

Afterward he measured a thousand; and it was a river that I could not pass over: for the waters were risen, waters to swim in,
a river that could not be passed over.

And he said unto me, Son of man, hast thou seen this?
Then he brought me, and caused me to return to the brink of the river.

Ezekiel 47:1-6 [KJV]

IMAGE CREDIT: Yannick Khong, Soul Travel Multimedia

Like this:

Mix-Master P. Freneau

YO—my boy Phillip Freneau be THROWIN’ down lyrics, gnome sain?

I need to get more into this patriot-poet of the revolutionary era.
There is so much to discover in his prodigious body of work.
He was quite the American rap-artist…

Like this:

IMAGE CREDIT: Jeff Kubina at flickr.com

Like this:

IMAGE CREDIT: Jeff Kubina at flickr.com

Like this:

Afterward he brought me again unto the door of the house; and, behold, waters issued out from under the threshold of the house eastward: for the forefront of the house stood toward the east, and the waters came down from under from the right side of the house, at the south side of the altar.

Then brought he me out of the way of the gate northward, and led me about the way without unto the utter gate by the way that looketh eastward; and, behold, there ran out waters on the right side.

And when the man that had the line in his hand went forth eastward, he measured a thousand cubits, and he brought me through the waters; the waters were to the ankles.

Again he measured a thousand, and brought me through the waters; the waters were to the knees. Again he measured a thousand, and brought me through; the waters were to the loins.

Afterward he measured a thousand; and it was a river that I could not pass over: for the waters were risen, waters to swim in, a river that could not be passed over.

And he said unto me, Son of man, hast thou seen this? Then he brought me, and caused me to return to the brink of the river.

Ezekiel 47:1-6 [KJV]

IMAGE CREDIT: Yannick Khong, Soul Travel Multimedia

Like this:

YO—my boy Phillip Freneau be THROWIN’ down lyrics, gnome sain?

I need to get more into this patriot-poet of the revolutionary era. There is so much to discover in his prodigious body of work. He was quite the American rap-artist…

Like this:

Afterward he brought me again unto the door of the house;
and, behold, waters issued out
from under the threshold of the house eastward:
for the forefront of the house stood toward the east,
and the waters came down from under from the right side of the house,
at the south side of the altar.

Then brought he me out of the way of the gate northward,
and led me about the way without unto the utter gate
by the way that looketh eastward; and, behold,
there ran out waters on the right side.

And when the man that had the line in his hand went forth eastward,
he measured a thousand cubits, and he brought me through the waters;
the waters were to the ankles.

Again he measured a thousand, and brought me through the waters;
the waters were to the knees. Again he measured a thousand,
and brought me through; the waters were to the loins.

Afterward he measured a thousand; and it was a river that I could not pass over: for the waters were risen, waters to swim in,
a river that could not be passed over.

And he said unto me, Son of man, hast thou seen this?
Then he brought me, and caused me to return to the brink of the river.

I need to get more into this patriot-poet of the revolutionary era.
There is so much to discover in his prodigious body of work.
He was quite the American rap-artist…