Poetry from the wheelhouse—recitation from Shelly’s Adonais
The first of my wheelhouse recitations is the last part of Shelly’s long poem inspired by the death of John Keats.
Next week we will visit W B Yeats. Stay tuned.
The Troll Revolt of 2020
Act 2, scene 1–The RT gala, Moscow, the Future.
The 20th annual gala for the Russian news program, Russia Today, is held in a massive media complex, attended by big shot oligarchs, Russian intelligence, and a legion of scoundrels bent on fortune, fame, and their fair share of Reality.
Announcer: Welcome to our celebration of Russia’s greatest contribution to the intellectual and spiritual heritage of western civilization: Fake reality. We have, as special guest, the most august and perrenial brand of all time, the soul of Rudolf Gulliani, in whose honor we present the following program–the Moscovite Butoh Trolls reenactment of the great troll revolt. This bleak episode of our nation’s history, so handily quashed by the superior messaging of our great leader, marked a turning point in the history of Russian culture. Well we remember that dark day when, incited by the American propaganda apparatus, the once faithful troll workers stupidly rose against the beneficent ministrations of the state and presumed to create their own reality. Such presumption was soon quelled in the final, virtual standoff between fact and fiction.
The Damnation of Drumph
Opera storyboard–Damnation of Drumph continued. The libretto is being structured along the lines of Seven against Thebes by Aeschylus and the Tibetan Book of the Dead. Both offer a mandala structure wherein malign spirits/afflictions are countered by their corresponding wisdoms. The southern gate of the citadel/temenos is besiged by greed, and defended by its antidote, charity. At the northern gate, the spiritual form of Justice battles it’s nemisis. This structure originates in ancient memory systems worldwide, and is a pedantic admonition as well as key to an ancient, esoteric knowledge. Blake said we should attribute sin not to individuals, but to spiritual states. This brings us back to Drumph, whose occupancy of the Whitehouse is an ambiguous limbo–both protection from Justice as well as incarceration itself. The images are drawn from Giotto’s Virtues and Vices in the Arena Chapel. Only after photographing the collage did I recognize it’s resemblance to a Tarot spread.
The Entombment of Drumph–Storyboard continued. Malignia’s lament echoes over the Bedminster Cemetary, haunting the gravedigger’s toil. Manuel sings of the old days when the tremendous tomb of Drumph was being raised high above the 18th green, and the townsfolk grieved under the oppressors yoke to produce the ultimate reality show–Death. But who can emerge unscathed from the Plutonic realm?
Is bird augury really fake news?
Drumph is building a tremendous crypt above the 18th green at his Bedminster Golf course with financing from Russian oligarchs. He calls a meeting where the Saudis express interest in exclusive burial plots. The tremendous Drumph Tomb is shown–bottom left–to the assembly. But Tiresias enters to proclaim disquieting omens regarding the end of the ancient Drumph line.
Russia, if you’re listening–
A song with chorus by Margaret Lily, inspired by one of Drumph’s most ambiguous statements. Whatever could it mean?
Teresias as a woman led by youth.
The Russian Iago
Through the election until now, I’ve been struck by the propaganda, mendacity and maddening projection, whereby paid trolls exploit gullible viewers and draw them toward extreme positions on both the left and right.
This is not meant to cast aspersions on Thom Hartman, Bernie Sanders, Jill Stein, or the good intentions of their supporters. But I think it’s a lapse of judgement on Thom’s part. The trade-off isn’t worth it.