the madman’s inkwell (cut-up poem based on Nietzsche’s madman)

1. after the death of God.

dread the chains no longer

for the grace has fallen!

and so many a land of poverty

pose them to submission,

sanction that mystical obscurity

of a former age

how rich a cluster of attitudes

now liable to feel baffled

once formidable, now shown the awful truth

what deadly terrors the stars now clasp!

as immortal hands throw down their spears

… now the night divides for us

As fading judgement of the lord

who could once twist the sinews of thy heart

Provoke corollary collocations of devotion

what wings dare He now seize?

… shall I aspire the fire,

jostle against chaos?

now that primal impulse is exstinguished

Barren of cosmologised disguise…

Eternal reason be borne!

welcome a proper act and end,

new elaborations invited,

arrays of books, doctrines

testify to new profundities

dread I grasp this anvil?

Deny serenity, the cosmic drama?

that story decay into confession

 

1.5 interlude.

arrogance unbounded

lost in shimmering light

the creator smiled once more

with ferocious strength

the smile of daybreak

casts a light beyond question

a spirit water’d heaven

so convincing the divine spark

storming depths of thine eyes…

that bore instincts revolutionary

welcome to a new age of paradox!

an impregnable, divinely-ordered world of science

united in mortality

astonish’d, in tears,

only some inner god

Can unleash the greatest self

 

2. Child falling into language.

In thy well of broken sentence

infant sorrow imagines

its first experience of danger

the world transform’d,

bewildering

lapping among lapsed souls

weeping, wooing

cursing selfish father

chained in night

not here afore thy sight

these outward eyes

the mind descries

absorb’d by vacant feelings

metaphors firmly upon vision bestows

and vast temples buried

beneath these Willful things

universe within struggling,

striving against binding

Call for fires, smoking paper ruins

Glory in speech!

Abrupt bursts of words!

Finally I see… the very life of things

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