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Prabhu Iyer Feb 2013
I.

The door stands outlined in white:
in this dark night, a presence
weighs in from the corridor.

The fan holds a garbled reflection
of stray light on its illusory blade-disk.

I'm talking about parthenogenesis.

How can renewal be born, when
creativity loses her companion,
freedom?

This monotone life lugs on.

II.

The tree shrugs the question off
by her parting arms half-illumined
by the streetlamp.

The late bird of five calls flew away
to a far-off tree, couldn't be
bothered more.

I hear a voice
soft in the setting chill of the distant autumn:
choked eyes beaming in love.

I seek palingenesis.

Check all emails and ensure zero
unread. But
answer none, follow up
nothing.

Umpteenth time through the day.

III.

Autotomy all over again.
Habits
die like tails, to be grown
all over again.

This is an etiological myth.
An apocryphal story that
renews itself on the palimpsest of life.

I must cut my nails.

This tea has brewed too dark.
Some soul jargon :)

Free-rhythm thought-stream.
Our souls hold our essence,
our past, present maybe even future.
This thought comforts me, in that when I cease
with this husk, my essence will move on,
like a flowing river, a growing bud,
or to a new born babe.



© JLB
31/01/2015
15:10 GMT
Robert Burton in the Anatomy of Melancholy (1628) writes,
"The Pythagoreans defend metempsychosis and palingenesia, that souls go from one body to another."
John Hosack Jan 2011
A nascent society gluttonously feeds
on the palingenesis of hyaline paragons
forged by stolid and archaic eremites.
A whilom friendship leaks a susurrus
of tristful regret,
while pernicious ***** maunder
puerile attacks on munificent
intellectuals who only wish to
augment risible souls and divagate
from vertiginous roads too often traveled.
Such a chimerical respect for tradition
is too rigid to be broken alone.
Tyler King Feb 2017
I. Palingenesis: The Spirit We Inherit

We were born on top of graves,
Headstones from sea to sea,
Some places they put flowers over their coffins, some places they put gold plated markers in the street, some places they don't put anything,
No matter how far you run, you are not faster than the ghosts of this land
No matter where you go you will pay for the sins of your fathers,
You will incur their debts on top of your own and you will be wrapped in this when they put you in that ground
They will tell you that this isn't your fault
They will tell you that this isn't their fault either
They will blame this on The Other
They will tell you who your enemies are, and you will believe them
They will tell you to defend your blood, your soil
They will tell you that this is what your father did, and his father before him
They will tell you that patriots do what they must, and so must you
They will out that gun in your hands, and when you pull the trigger, they will tell you it is your fault, that they just don't know,
Where you inherited all this violence

II. Kenogenesis: The Spirit We Create

You will speak up,
You will tell them, in no uncertain terms, that you will not carry those crosses,
You will not fire their guns,
You will not tie their nooses,
You will not die for your fathers legacy
You will not surrender to your history
You will climb the rib cage of empire and spit in its eyes
You will wave whatever ******* flag you please
You will learn, you will fight, you will burn, you will live, you will love, you will survive and you will become greater for it
We were all born on top of graves, but that does not make us mausoleums
Let us not be haunted by our heritage, let us weaponize it
Let us say never again and let us mean it, never again, to anyone, anytime, ever
Let us be stronger than our fathers,
Let us pass through the crucible and come out steel, diamond, and fire
Let us drag ourselves forward, chains and all, and never look back
Let us break through the clouds, and watch the day rise upon this land, and let's remember what all those people died for, and let's make them proud of how far we've come
John Hosack Jan 2011
A nascent society gluttonously feeds
on the palingenesis of hyaline paragons
forged by stolid and archaic eremites.
A whilom friendship leaks a susurrus
of tristful regret,
while pernicious ***** maunder
puerile attacks on munificent
intellectuals who only wish to
augment risible souls and divagate
from vertiginous roads too often traveled.
Such a chimerical respect for tradition
is too rigid to be broken alone.
Johnny Noiπ Jun 2018
Classical  mechanics -
Second law of motion
History: or Timeline;                              The flow of sand in an hourglass
can be used to measure the passage of time.
      It also concretely represents the present
      as being between the past and the future.
Time is the indefinite continued progress
of existence and events that occur in apparently
                        irreversible succession                 from the past through the present to the future.
Time is a    component quantity
of various measurements used
to sequence events, to compare
the duration of events or the intervals between them,
&    to quantify rates of change
of quantities in material reality
or in the conscious experience;
           [Time is often referred to as a fourth dimension,
           along with three spatial dimensions;

A representation of a three-dimensional
              Cartesian coordinate system
with the x-axis pointing towards the observer     [u & me]
[            Geometry                           ]
Stereographic       projection in 3D        |     Projecting a sphere to a plane.
Outline; History;      Branches
Concepts; features

Zero  + One-dimensional + Two-dimensional + Three-dimensional =
Volume;                               Cube/cuboid/Cylinder/Pyramid/Sphere
Four- / other-dimensional[show]
Geometers:
Crystal Clear Three-dimensional space
      (also: 3-space or, rarely, tri-dimensional space)
      is a geometric setting in which three values (called parameters) are
               required to determine the position of an element (i.e., point).
              This is the informal meaning of the term dimension.

In physics and mathematics,
            a sequence of n numbers
            can be understood as a location
in n-dimensional space.    When n = 3,
the set of all such locations is called
three-dimensional [          ]      Euclidean space.
It is commonly                         represented by the
symbol ℝ3.                              This serves as a three-parameter
  model of the physical universe
(that is, the spatial part, without
considering time) in which all known
matter exists. However, this space
is only                    [one example]      
                               of a large variety
of spaces in three dimensions called
3-manifolds. In this classical example,
when the three values refer to measurements
in different directions (coordinates),
any three directions can be chosen,
provided that vectors in these directions
do not all lie    in the same 2-space (plane).
Furthermore, in this case,         these three
values can be labeled by any combination  
                  of three chosen from the terms width, height, depth, and breadth.
Eternal return                   (also known as eternal recurrence)
is a theory that the universe                       &      all existence
                        & energy                          has been recurring,
                        & will continue                to recur,
                        in a self-similar                  form
                        an infinite                              number
of times across          infinite time or space;
The theory is found    in Indian philosophy
&   in ancient Egypt and was subsequently
   taken up by the Pythagoreans &   Stoics.
With the decline of antiquity                      & the spread
of Christianity, the theory fell into disuse
in the Western world, with the exception
   of Friedrich Nietzsche, who connected
the thought to many of his other concepts,
including amor fati;          Eternal return is based
on the philosophy of             predeterminism in that
people are predestined          to continue repeating
the same events                    [over and over again].

The basic premise proceeds       from the assumption
that the probability                    of a world coming into existence
exactly like our own is greater than zero
[I  know this because our world exists];
If space &  time are infinite, it follows
logically that our existence must recur
[                 ] an infinite number of times.

In 1871 Louis Auguste Blanqui, assuming
a Newtonian cosmology             where time &   space
are infinite,                   claimed to have demonstrated
eternal recurrence            as a mathematical certainty.  
               However                   in the post-Einsteinian
period researchers cast doubts on the idea (                       ), (             ) -
                                                       that time or space was in fact infinite,
but many models                           provide the        
       notion of spatial or temporal  
       infinity required by the eternal-return
                                    hypothesis:

The oscillatory universe model in physics
offers an example  of how the universe
      may cycle                                     through the same events
infinitely.                                           Arthur Eddington's concept
      of the                                           "arrow of time", for example,                                      
                                                           discusses
                                                           cosmology as proceeding up to a
certain
     point after which it          |            undergoes a time reversal

[which as a consequence of T-symmetry
is thought to bring about a chaotic state
                                        due to entropy];

Multiverse hypotheses       in physics
describe                                models where space or time
is infinite,                                   although local universes
with their
                own big bangs could be
finite              space-time bubbles.

In ancient            Egypt,                the scarab [dung beetle]
was viewed as a sign of                 eternal renewal,
      reemergence of life,      &       a reminder
        of the life to come.
(                                   ), [                    ];          
The Mayans, Aztecs          & others also (                    ) took a cyclical view of time.

In ancient Greece,   the concept
of eternal return was connected
w/ Empedocles, Zeno of Citium,
& most notably w/ Stoicism

(the concept described & epitomized
in the Biblical Book of Ecclesiastes):

Ekpyrosis (/ˌɛkpɪˈroʊsɪs/;                         Ancient Greek: ἐκπύρωσις ekpyrōsis,
"conflagration") is a Stoic belief
in the periodic     destruction of the cosmos
                             by a great conflagration               every Great Year
                                                            (uni­verse as a measure of time).
The cosmos          is then recreated
[palingenesis]                        only to be destroyed
again at the end of the new cycle.
       This form of        catastrophe is the opposite
     of kataklysmos (κατακλυσμός, "inundation"),
     the destruction of the earth by water: (great floods, Ice Ages)
(                 ),  (      ), (                            );                
The concept of ekpyrosis
                          is attributed by (              )        
                                        ­ Plutarch to Chrysippus.

           The ekpyrotic universe (/ˌɛkpaɪˈrɒtɪk/)
is a cosmological model of the early universe
that explains the origin of the large-scale
structure of the cosmos.      The model has also
been incorporated in the cyclic universe theory
         [or ekpyrotic cyclic universe theory],
         which proposes a complete cosmological
                                                                ­  history of both                   past
                                                                ­  and                                     future.

[Palingenesis (/ˌpælɪnˈdʒɛnəsɪs/; or palingenesia)
is a concept of rebirth or re-creation,
used in various contexts in philosophy,
theology, politics, and biology. Its meaning
stems from Greek palin, meaning again, and genesis, meaning birth.
In biology, it is another word for recapitulation—
the largely discredited hypothesis
which talks of the phase in the development
of an organism in which its form and structure
pass through the changes undergone in the evolution
of the species. In political theory, it is a central
component of Roger Griffin's analysis
of Fascism as a fundamentally modernist ideology.
In theology, the word may refer to reincarnation
or to Christian spiritual rebirth symbolized by baptism];

The word palingenesis or rather  palingenesia
(Ancient Greek: παλιγγενεσία) may be traced
back to the Stoics               who used the term
for the continual re-creation    of the universe;
Similarly Philo spoke of     Noah &    his sons
                as leaders of a renovation or rebirth                         of the earth,
Plutarch of the
                transmigration of souls,                  &    Cicero of his own return
                                                                ­                                     from exile.

A section of Metempsychosis                    (1923) by Yokoyama Taikan;
a drop of water from the             vapors in the sky
transforms                         into a mountain stream,
which flows into a great river and on into the sea,
whence rises a dragon that turns    back to vapor;
National Museum of Modern Art, Tokyo
[Important Japanese   Cultural Property]
Metempsychosis          (Greek: μετεμψύχωσις)
is a philosophical term in the Greek language
referring to transmigration of the soul,
especially its reincarnation after death.
Generally, the term derived from the context
of ancient Greek philosophy has been recontextualised
by modern philosophers such as Arthur Schopenhauer
&     Kurt Gödel, otherwise, the term "transmigration"
is more appropriate.                      The word plays a prominent role
in James Joyce's Ulysses       &    is also associated with Nietzsche.
         Another term for
         palingenesis.
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ATL Aug 2019
how melodious the voices of old were;
the way they poured glitter on mud.

the way they questioned the sky
as the land shifted all about them,
sweet arrogance.

but their songs of love are alive;
beyond you, beyond mud,
buried under palimpsest memory.
basal links on a chain of refutation; palingenesis.

Is it artifice to call then into now?
⸎⟆⥉⦕⫯⟴ Ode to the Count De St. Germaine ⸎⟆
Dearest Count,
I know you watch and listen.
It is through you I set sail upon this ship of thoughts
To you, to whom, I christen.

These polysemic effulgence do, alas, waxen, wane,
but seldom in vain.
In antediluvian silence drawn,
manifests in hyperborean dearth
a logos, sir in autochthonous rebirth.

Their, hierophantic murmurs will obfuscate,
the omphalos of matter, still inchoate,
where perichoresis in vertiginous tide
the fractal that doth  assuredly bide.

A palimpsest of null embrace
where these false augurs drink from hollowed urns,
and time itself forgets to turn.

Perfidious orisons, whisper-thin,
in circumflected aeons spin,
converging on the cusp of naught,
where paradigms in silence rot.
A chrysalis of paradox,
enshrouds the fey, unbridled clocks,
that chime in fugue, then dissipate
beyond the hinge of latent fate...

The pericombobulatory grand design
deliquesces in auctorial decline!

(Syncretic palingenesis unspools,
within the aether’s epistemic pools,
a syzygetic parallax unweaves
the thaumaturgic spoor that time bereaves.)

For naught but vacuous profundities remain,
a simulacrum of the arcane mundane,
where in sesquipedalian grandeur lies
a syllogism clad in grandiloquent guise.

Ouroboric concatenations of antinomian design,
circumvolute within paracryptic paradigms malign,
as obmutescent theogonic vestiges coalesce
in the eidetic zymurgy of aphasic largesse.

Metagnostic palimpsests, fracto-linear and obtuse,
catachrestically wane in hyperchromatic profuse,
whilst locutions, effulgent yet contrite,
obumbrate the paramorphic tautology of night.

A transcendental abecedarium, paralogical and vast,
consanguineous with the inexorable umbrage
of our shared Jungian past,
germinates within the syntagmatic—
Ever relaxed or ecstatic,
Coalesced to pragmatic,
Lugubriously emphatic.

Within this hypostatized ratiocinative mire,
where sophronistic axiom and non-being conspire,
one finds but an echolalic, chimerical gleam,
an ontosemantic palinode to the dream.

The Archetype realized.
The Alchemist mystically re-materialized.

Count, oh Count.
"Wherefore art thou," indeed,
in this : our time of greatest need.
My woeful lack of vocabulary; I can but hope this crude assemblage of words conveys even a fraction of my admirable umbrage.
Ongoing communication with the Count De St. Germaine
Born Around 1710 in San Germano, Savoy, as the natural son of an Italian princess.
He visited me again not long ago.
Speaking as he did, he did come and then go.
with endless perspicacity eclipsing empyrean fires,
One's magnanimous susurrus in aeons aspires.
Yet whither art thou, in this age cacophonic,
Where malisons spew from tongues misanthropic?

I perambulate, somnambular, through gloam’s desuetude,
Harkening phantasmal echoes in crepuscular interlude.
Yet only zephyrs, in dulcet effusion,
Intone their clandestine, windborne allusion.

listening for echoes that might still remain.
But only the wind, in mellifluous guise,
sings secrets in silence  to cerulean skies.

These polysemous effulgences  both wax and wane,
Guttering yet indelible. We rise above both spectral,  and arcane.
antediluvian hush, betwixt frost-laden dearth,
Manifests a logos, in insipid girth.
antediluvian silences drawn,
vertiginous  in hyperborean dearth
a logos, sir, in autochthonous rebirth.

Their hierophantic murmurs will obfuscate,
the omphalos of matter, still inchoate,
where perichoresis in tumultuous tide
the fractal that innervates, presupposed  then shied .

A palimpsest of null embraces
where these false augurs drink from hallowed places,
and time itself forgets to turn. Why Obsess ?
For Nihil’s  never but always caress,
Christo- fascist rising imbibe from those urns abyssal,
And Chronos forgets to turn his gear yet again.
How do we start and where to begin.
Perfidious orisons, whisper-thin,
in circumflected aeons spin,
converging on the cusp of naught,
where paradigms in silence rot.
A chrysalis of paradox,
enshrouds the fey, unbridled clock,
that chime in fugue, then dissipate
beyond the hinge of latent fate...
the collection plate from church to state.

The denigratory grand design
deliquesces in auctorial decline!

(Syncretic palingenesis unspools,
within the aether’s epistemic pools,
a syzygetic parallax unweaves
the thaumaturgic spoor that time bereaves.)

For naught but vacuous profundities remain,
a simulacrum of the arcane mundane,
where in sesquipedalian grandeur lies
a syllogism clad in grandiloquent guise.

Ouroboric concatenations of antinomian design,
circumvolute within circumspatial paradigms malign,
as obmutescent theogonic vestiges coalesce
in the eidetic zymurgy of aphasic largesse.

Metagnostic palimpsests, fracto-linear and obtuse,
catachrestically wane in hyperchromatic profuse,
whilst locutions, effulgent yet contrite,
obumbrate the paramorphic tautology of night.

A transcendental abecedarium, paralogical and vast,
consanguineous with the inexorable umbrage
of our shared Jungian past,
germinates within the syntagmatic—
Ever relaxed or ecstatic,
Coalesced to pragmatic,
Lugubriously emphatic.

Within this hypostatized ratiocinative mire,
where sophronistic axiom and non-being conspire,
one finds but an echolalic, chimerical gleam,
an ontosemantic palinode to the dream.

The Archetype realized.
The Alchemist mystically re-materialized.

Count, oh Count.
"Wherefore art thou," indeed,
in this: our time of greatest need.
Come to us now in council.
Post haste and with speed.
Race ever faster on righteous
breed steed.
Deliver us from this egregious misdeed
enveloped in lust and slathered in greed.
Help us plant a seed.
Regrowth !
Rebirth!
I plead.

Dearest Count,
Forever must thou linger in shadow’s creed,
As we toil ‘neath venal decrees of greed?
Come forth in augural council and  heed!
Post-haste upon thy seraphic steed!
Deliver us from this abhorrent misdeed,
Enshrouded in vice, in carnality steeped.
Lend thy hand that we might seed
Regrowth!
Rebirth!
I plead.
He visited me again but a fortnight ago.
Speaking as he did, he did come and then go.

Count, oh Count,
Your perspicacity eclipses the stars,
Your magnanimous whispers still linger afar.
Yet where are you now, in this age so discordant?
Trump's deleterious voices speak in tones so abhorrent?

I walk in a somnambular haze through this twilight mundane,
listening for echoes that might still remain.
But only the wind, in mellifluous guise,
sings secrets in silence beneath boundless skies.

These polysemic effulgence do, alas, waxen, wane,
but seldom in vain.
In antediluvian silence drawn,
manifests in hyperborean dearth
a logos, sir, in autochthonous rebirth.

Their hierophantic murmurs will obfuscate,
the omphalos of matter, still inchoate,
where perichoresis in vertiginous tide
the fractal that doth assuredly bide.

A palimpsest of null embrace
where these false augurs drink from hollowed urns,
and time itself forgets to turn.

Perfidious orisons, whisper-thin,
in circumflected aeons spin,
converging on the cusp of naught,
where paradigms in silence rot.
A chrysalis of paradox,
enshrouds the fey, unbridled clocks,
that chime in fugue, then dissipate
beyond the hinge of latent fate...

The denigratory grand design
deliquesces in auctorial decline!

(Syncretic palingenesis unspools,
within the aether’s epistemic pools,
a syzygetic parallax unweaves
the thaumaturgic spoor that time bereaves.)

For naught but vacuous profundities remain,
a simulacrum of the arcane mundane,
where in sesquipedalian grandeur lies
a syllogism clad in grandiloquent guise.

Ouroboric concatenations of antinomian design,
circumvolute within circumspatial paradigms malign,
as obmutescent theogonic vestiges coalesce
in the eidetic zymurgy of aphasic largesse.

Metagnostic palimpsests, fracto-linear and obtuse,
catachrestically wane in hyperchromatic profuse,
whilst locutions, effulgent yet contrite,
obumbrate the paramorphic tautology of night.

A transcendental abecedarium, paralogical and vast,
consanguineous with the inexorable umbrage
of our shared Jungian past,
germinates within the syntagmatic—
Ever relaxed or ecstatic,
Coalesced to pragmatic,
Lugubriously emphatic.

Within this hypostatized ratiocinative mire,
where sophronistic axiom and non-being conspire,
one finds but an echolalic, chimerical gleam,
an ontosemantic palinode to the dream.

The Archetype realized.
The Alchemist mystically re-materialized.

Count, oh Count.
"Wherefore art thou," indeed,
in this: our time of greatest need.
Come to us know in council.
Post haste and with speed.
Race ever faster on righteous
breed steed.
Deliver us from this egregious misdeed
enveloped in lust and slathered in greed.
Help us plant a seed.
Regrowth !
Rebirth!
I plead.

— The End —