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THE RELEVANCY OF POETIC GENIUS by byron lebeau
STAYING THE COURSE! This is the hardest thing to do ~ for fools! ~ for quacks! ~ for the ignoble or the ignorant, yet, absolutely necessary for - ASCENSION!!!
There is an absolute SWEETNESS in 'staying the course' ~ a sweetness that has naught to do with success, per se, but rather with the disposition of the heart & of the soul as well WHERE Men see not the true arbitor of things ~ but measure-FALSELY-that which only can be aspired to....
We see through darkened glass what makes us who we are, and pierce NOT the veil of the true potter that fashions the soul for what it has become>US!!!>>NOT THE STARS, NOR THE FATES~WHO ARE MERELY THE "EXECUTIONERS" OF OUR OWN PITYFUL DESIGNS!!!
And so it is that a TRUE poet makes us see through 'more clear' eyes the truer state of affairs, and having stated that, I quote in full - Ms. Emily Dickinson's very fine poem ~ measured among the best in the whole English Realm of Verse: "Success is counted sweetest":::
Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.
Not one of all the purple Host
Who took the flag today
Can tell the definition
So clear of Victory
As he defeated ~ dying ~
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Burst agonized and clear!
Yes, Ms. Dickinson may not have fought in war, but this poem ~ composed in & about 1859 ~ displays the "inner core" of a TRUE warrior. It is the spirit of a SPIRITUAL warrior ~ who gives up his/her self ~ so that IN DEATH ~ others will REAP the fruit of victory! That one ~ from afar ~ looking on ~ piercingly appreciates THAT victory because, as the poet says, "success is counted sweetest by those who ne'er succeed...."
What IS 'true success' in The Kingdom of Man??? These men are blind to its true beauty. Again, the genius of Ms. Emily shines like a "beacon of light" in our utter DARKNESS OF OUR DISCONTENT with her ~~~ "Much Madness is divinest Sense":
Much madness is divinest sense
To a discerning eye;
Much sense the starkest madness.
'T is the majority
In this, as all, prevails.
Ascent, and you are sane;
Demur, - you're straight away dangerous
And handled with a chain.
This poem, written a mere three years after "SUCCESS..." is again one of the top 500 poems in THE "ENGLISH REALM' ~ judged by the leading contemporary editors, critics & poets ~ in short ~ the creme-de-la-creme!!!
>>"Demur" from the "Ascent" of the "sane" [?] and you become "straight away dangerous" AND THEREFORE "handled with a chain"....<<
[[I KNOW OF NO OTHER POET WHO ~~raises the vibration of 'ascension' within the kingdom of man MORE SUCCINCTLY ~than Ms. Emily!!!]]
This, to me, is a reflection of the kind of ascension that JESUS THE CHRIST may have been alluding to in the 17th chapter of THE GOSPEL OF JOHN..."that all may be, even as thou, Father, in me and I in thee; that they also may be one in us, that the world may believe that thou hast sent me. And the glory thou hast given me, I have given to them, that they may be one, even as we are one."
This then, MAY BE the 'discerning eye' OF 'divinest sense' as Ms. Emily reflected on so so beautifully....
And so~ what be YOUR cross??? Whatever it may be, bear it with NOBILITY & HONOR!!! Do not cringe in the face of adversity! Be ready to answer the question of an Indian Elder ~ one, Oriah Mountain Dreamer ~ who said in "The Invitation":
"I want to know if you have touched the center of your sorrow,
If you have been open to life's betrayals,
or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain{?}"
It is very very easy to cower and "shrivel up" in the face of overwhelming odds ~ or A BIG BULLY ~ like THE IRS ~ who like all bullies, perpetrate deception on the weak & innocent, plundering like bandits the VICTIMS' resources ~ whose only wish may have been TO GET BY ~"...without a stick to pierce their eye." Yes, and the plundering is accomplished (as in this case) by MISAPPLYING a legitimate law ~ pounding the poor~poor people into the ground unmercifully, wearing out "EVEN THE SAINTS" as prophesied in "THE BOOK OF DANIEL", chapter 7....
Yet even the saint does not count 'Victory' as 'Success' ~ but rather in the trying with all one's heart ~ so that the real victory is WON by those who ~ "screw their courage to the sticking post..." ~ pick up that gauntlet (as in 'BRAVEHEART') so looking or moaning from afar they observe:
"...On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Burst agonized and clear!"
We ALL are ants ~ silly ants ~ some of whom thought they could move a "rubber tree plant..." SILLY ANTS!?! BUT ANTS CAN'T MOVE RUBBER TREE PLANTS....OOPS!...THERE GOES ANOTHER RUBBER TREE PLANT!!!
When Dylan Thomas penned one of the most beautiful poems of the 20TH CENTURY about urging on his father, faced with his own coming demise, the poet defines the character of the struggle ~ NOT to allow this petty "mortal coil" from giving everything we can give, "DO NOT GO GENTLY into THAT GOOD NIGHT" [!}
Do not go gently into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words have forked no lightning they
Do not go gently into the good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learned too late they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gently into the good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray,
Do not go gently into that good night,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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...alas...it is not how we DIE ~ but how we have LIVED!!! As JESUS THE CHRIST explained in the tractate, "The Gospel of Philip" ~ found within the most sacred of volumes called THE NAG HAMMADI LIBRARY ~ we get the RESURRECTION' while we are alive!!!
...so do NOT go gently into that good night...but...BLAZE A FLAME that emanates from YOUR INNER CORE...and then ~~~
THE NIGHT WILL BE ILLUMENED BY "YOUR" DAY....byron lebeau
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THE RISIN' of the POET
Like the dipping in the wellspring of times so 'nearly yore'
As the quaffing of the deepest mind~the sucking of its core
With the tapping of the mind of God~taking what's in store
The poet brings forth gold to gaze~but wait, there's much much more....
Like the 'membrance of the waking dream in "trailing clouds of glory..."
As the MASTERS open up each scroll~coloring its story;
With the likes of Mr. Blake or "WILL" who homage "day" or "cat"
Embroidering each 'sinew' fine~ THE POET:"WHERE IT'S AT!"
But wait, there's much much more:
As Ms. Emily opens doors ~
Revealing clues of 'inner life'
In 'DEATH"~ she gushes, POURS!!!
And what of kindred sister?
Elizabeth ~ by name ~
Who spoke of "LOVE" with such sweet depth ~
'Twill never be the same!!!
And if I could paint a picture:
The 'Browning' of the rose ~
Would not it 'look' the sweetest same
If had another pose???
Like the "tapping" at my window ~
With "clang" of "BELLS" in woe ~
NO ONE could 'paint' a scene quite like
'SIR' EDGAR ALLEN POE!!!
THE WORLD IS TOO MUCH WITH US
Yet poets ~ NOT ENOUGH!
To soothe the aching harshness
With oils of balmy stuff....
Would I to greet two poets ~
I'd sit 'HER' on my lap;
Then facing forward I would gaze
Where MR. BLAKE 'would' sat.
And staring in HER eyes I'd cry:
"MS. EM ~ I DO LOVE YOU!"
For giving us such precious things
That NO ONE ELSE DID GIFT ~ LIKE YOU!!!
Then turning to my mystic friend
I'd call him, "MR. BARD"
For teaching: not the pebble be...
But rather be a clod....
{{So let's play host and give a toast
TO THE RISIN' OF THE POET;
Yes, sing & clap and PRAISE THE LORD
To honor EVERY POET....
With hearts in hand in honor praise
TO EACH & EVERY POET;
We'll ring those bells to herald in ~
TO LET OUR POETS KNOW IT!!!}}
"IN THIS" ~ we will define ourselves
What place we honor that ~
By hoisting POETS to the TOP
We show God ~ "WHERE WE'RE AT!" byron lebeau
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Sonnet to a SINGULAR POET who Divinely Showeth Forth
I do not write for b~lebeau
Nor less for any poet;
But rather for the ONE who showed
Man's love of God: "to know it!'
SHE showed in "madness" this great "sense". and~
If e'er you ever show it...
They'll lock you up in "chain" to rust ~ for ~
This love of God...[GREAT POET!]
I only speak of EM~I~LY
Insightful~wond'rous poet;
'Twas rather quite the ONE to 'see'
Man's love toward God: TO SHOW IT!!!
{{SO I DO SAYEST: I make haste ~
To be the beau ~ to praise God's taste ~ in POETS!}} |
