1

You said 'The world is going back to Paganism'.
Oh bright Vision! I saw our dynasty in the bar of the House
Spill from their tumblers a libation to the Erinyes,
And Leavis with Lord Russell wreathed in flowers, heralded with flutes,
Leading white bulls to the cathedral of the solemn Muses
To pay where due the glory of their latest theorem.
Hestia's fire in every flat, rekindled, burned before
The Lardergods. Unmarried daughters with obedient hands
Tended it By the hearth the white-armd venerable mother
Domum servabat, lanam faciebat. at the hour
Of sacrifice their brothers came, silent, corrected, grave
Before their elders; on their downy cheeks easily the blush
Arose (it is the mark of freemen's children) as they trooped,
Gleaming with oil, demurely home from the palaestra or the dance.
Walk carefully, do not wake the envy of the happy gods,
Shun Hubris. The middle of the road, the middle sort of men,
Are best. Aidos surpasses gold. Reverence for the aged
Is wholesome as seasonable rain, and for a man to die
Defending the city in battle is a harmonious thing.
Thus with magistral hand the Puritan Sophrosune
Cooled and schooled and tempered our uneasy motions;
Heathendom came again, the circumspection and the holy fears ...
You said it. Did you mean it? Oh inordinate liar, stop.

2

Or did you mean another kind of heathenry?
Think, then, that under heaven-roof the little disc of the earth,
Fortified Midgard, lies encircled by the ravening Worm.
Over its icy bastions faces of giant and troll
Look in, ready to invade it. The Wolf, admittedly, is bound;
But the bond wil1 break, the Beast run free. The weary gods,
Scarred with old wounds the one-eyed Odin, Tyr who has lost a hand,
Will limp to their stations for the Last defence. Make it your hope
To be counted worthy on that day to stand beside them;
For the end of man is to partake of their defeat and die
His second, final death in good company. The stupid, strong
Unteachable monsters are certain to be victorious at last,
And every man of decent blood is on the losing side.
Take as your model the tall women with yellow hair in plaits
Who walked back into burning houses to die with men,
Or him who as the death spear entered into his vitals
Made critical comments on its workmanship and aim.
Are these the Pagans you spoke of? Know your betters and crouch, dogs;
You that have Vichy water in your veins and worship the event
Your goddess History (whom your fathers called the strumpet Fortune).

There’s always been a counter-culture.
And by counter-culture
I do not mean the CPAs or CEOs,
Or those money **’s at Goldman-Sachs,
Nor do I conjure up a ****** of Brooklynese,
Some De Niro or Pacino, or
Bobby-come-lately Cannavale--
This decade’s guinea strunz--
Standing on the back of the truck
Checking his hand full of dollar--
As in Almighty Dollar--bills.
Another hour’s pay & time to
“Count duh money.”
Nor do I mean Harvey Korman
In his greatest film role:
“Count De Monet,”
Part 1 of Mel Brooks’
History of the World:
Harvey as French fop, 1789,
And we may as well throw a
Sop to Cerberus with nary a
Bean Counter around, to be found.
And if you are with me thus far,
You may as well stick it out to the end.

What one word defines the counter-culture?
For me: RESISTANCE,
Any kneecap reflexive swim against the tide.
For Count DeMonet:  La Résistance.
When hair is short,
They grow theirs long,
Or shave their heads,
Pierce their tongues & *******,
Inka-dinka-dooing their epidermis,
Mere skin-deep commitment to Liberté,
Always the least tangible of
French tripartite banner slogans.
The French:
As always, putting up a good show,
Masters of illusion & flexibility
When it comes to ethnic integrity,
Captain Louie Renault, Vichy stooge,
Exemplar extraordinaire,
Double shocked to find gambling
Going on at Rick’s Café,
His morality to the wind,
Tacking strategically,
Playing it safe, as always, a
Fickle-finger to the weather.
The French: girlie men, bent over
Presenting bidet-puckered rectums,
For *** and Viet Cong humiliation,
Once again, declaring victory,
While slipping out the back door,
Wearing nothing but their socks.
But I digress.

The Counter-Culture,
A mile wide and a centimeter deep,
Putting up a good front,
A Potemkin still life,
In it for appearance sake,
Like Billy Crystal doing Fernando Lamas:
“It's better to look good
Than to feel good.”
Looking marvelous, of course,
All the girls want to be
The Dragon Tattoo girl,
Haunted & smart,
Solitary & suspicious,
Cybercrime wealthy.
Cashing in, raking in affluence;
The guys all with Bobbitt night sweats,
***** shriveled, shrunken ball-sacks,
Count De Monet
Counting duh money.

They'll hold a referendum on the poor and where to send them,
will you vote?

Some say rend them unto Caesar, put them on a train to Piza, but they say that just to please ya, it's a problem don't ya know.

And there are others with dark hearts,
they're not my brothers
who say work them unto death.

Share and share alike and if ya don't then take a hike,
you've got more than plenty there
why won't you share?

It reaches a crescendo when the lights go off in Harlow and the gas goes down in Hartlepool and the baby needs a feed,
so we feed them on false hope and the drugs we stole from several wars and tell them it's the dope and
will you vote?

Call it violation,
call it at the voting station
this is not the once great nation
if it ever was at all.

Same souls are an 
_ island_

Eternal lamour
Perfect glamor
                      
Flying
            Transparency
Quiet breeze
        Fragrance
Deep

Vichy dress
Glitter shoes
Cat eye sunglasses
Pearls ears
Coast Chekbones
Hills on her lips
Holographic lady
                    
                   views
*** laude

Seductive Highness
Navy blue
Hair waves
Elegant hands
Embroidery sigh
Mozzarella lover
Prince vibrations
Coast lips
    
                    Views
*** laude

Coastal environment
Sun loungers in the sand
Outside peopleland
small views

Fortuna collapses
*** laude           views

The refuge of the mermaids
Corners illuminated
Turquoise blue water
Gauze Water

We are _ Caprisland _

  - Codelandandmore // 17:00 PM ©

The copious shambles of rocks
waylaid the roadside,
by the time we saw the  Beaufort castle walls
it was easy to see it as a mirror
of its surroundings,
a cannonade of angry words
miscued with shots of Peace.
This belated excursion
was like an erstwhile  trumpet
for phosphorus clouds
and driven rain shrapnel
had attempted to ebonize the landscape,
our luggage with best intent was smoking
by the derelict Vichy bolt hole.

Joe Bidet's letter to Santa
has been intercepted by
the CIA, apparently his
request is a full scale model
of the White House in Lego

The CEO of Lego™ said
it is the most important
order ever in the history
of the company but he
had no idea who it was for.

Rumour has it that Joe
is going to ***** it near
Scranton Pennsylvania
and run a De Facto Govt
like the French one in Vichy.

France is readying it’s
Citizens for a nuclear
War, everyone gets a
Baguette & white flag.

It's a fire and a company, not a marriage, but a song has been created. Then we look for something else. Well, it's clear to you in the dark. Mac Arch Mac Les, Cornelius turned to the second. I come to you with great command. Glory is the salvation of God. He did nothing. [The] people are trendy but not unemployed. But do not make yogurt milk from many lakes. According to the poor, not the first time. Sing music in China, but the plastic is plastic. "Soft" Maria, Ms. USA, Beijing, Latvia, Jordan, Nigeria, Henry Henry High School, 20, Yahoo, Google user and code. .................................................. ......... fabrics ... Vichy ....... ... No music in ancient times, but plastic is plastic. ......... Go to another application: plastic, piano, music. God must go. This page was sent in English. "Ere ..." James Georg, Korean Henry School February 1, 2010 "Wales: Maria Baccarat, USA Online, Beijing, Russia, Africa, Jordan, Nigeria, username and phone number 1 ...) .. ... ................. ......................... ....... .. ........................................ ...... ... ........................................ .. .. ... ... .. .. .. Henry, Henry, Janice, 20 ... ... ... The poor are not the first music in China and the decay of Henry, Janice, 20, Boy song, Maria ****, American music, Beijing, Latvia, Google, Yahoo, user and Google code ......... ... ... ... not .... .. .. Vishnu ... Jordan, George, Latin Links, Beijing, South Africa, George on the second level: Henry School, Maryland, February 1, John, 20, Yahoo, Nigeria, Russia, Africa, Jordan, Russia, Iran, Google, username and phone number .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ............................ .. ................... .................. ... ...... .. .. .. .. .. .......... ....................... ... ... ...... .. .. .. .. .. .. .. This This is not the first time for the poor. Music song is called plaster plaster, plastic ... decay and other; What it is: plastic, music, music, baby and beans 'fine'. Google, Mary, George, Music, South Africa, Henry's High in College, February 1, Yahoo, Google, Mary, George, Nigeria, Russia, Latvia, Jordan, Google Advanced and Google ..... ..... ............. fabric ......... .. .. .. ..... .. Vichy .... ... ... .. .. .. .. No plastic plastic ... It is the first music in China. Google, Yahoo, Google, Explore (kids) and so ... or in the sixth year: school on February 1, Juan, Username, fifth year and phone number 1). .............. Dr. ......... ................. .. .. .. ... ............... ...... ...... ...... ...... ... ...... ....... .. Who ... .... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... .... .. ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... .... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... .. .. ... ... ... ... ... .. .. .. ... ... ... .. .. .. .. .. ... ... ... .. .. ... ... .. .. For the poor not the first time. Hindu music is green but plastic is "soft" ... Some features are plastic, music, god, artist. Highland Henry, Henry 1, 1965 (20) Google, Ahoo, *******, Mary, Miss America, Peking, Latvia, Jordan, Nigeria, Russia, Zenith. .................................................. ......... clothes ... which is exciting. According to ... Tim, it is clear that the woman is wonderful and that we can go together for the first time and that it's hard to turn to Bob: Nigeria is wise and it's September. Next ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...... ..... ...... ..... ... .. ..... .................... .. and Amino Africa did not need brain ... and the drugs he suffered in Europe's strongest cities. Nigeria, Iran, Russia, and Michael F. Hunter, with two bears. ... The plain is true ......... ... ......... .......... is new. .......... Therapy of ancient olive trees in "pots" and "outdoor homes" in India. "George, George, and safer, *** ......... .."

I have no politics. I just wish
other people would leave me
alone; when I was a kid I heard
about this little runt of a guy
with a weird moustache like
Oliver Hardy or Charlie Chaplin;
I wasn't a fan of Chaplin then
but Ollie was one of comedy's
most enduring pair, along with
Stan, who had a connection to
underground comix; anyway, I
figured the weird little guy was
something between the two;
Chaplin was cerebral & pointed,
Ollie & Stan were pure slapstick
to the nth level. So what did this
strange little guy do? He practically
took over the world! Invaded
Poland, attacked the USSR, itself
a huge conglomerate of war; so,
****** I learned that was his name,
& his jackbooted thugs in sharp
uniforms [once the sloppy SA were
gotten rid of], set about invading
Europe, eventually seizing France
who almost immediately divided
in two: **** sympathizing Vichy,
& the underground resistance.
There was no middle ground to the
two sides; many popular French
entertainers joining the fight against
the occupation, & those like Coco
Chanel shacked up with the invaders
for the sake of her own skin, & also
she kind of liked their style; you see,
in the beginning, Adolf ****** was
an artist who dreamt of great things;
he loved Architecture but failed
the entry exams to art school twice,
told to try his hand at architectural
school, ******'s lack formal education
preventing his qualifying. Needless
to say, Adolf designed the whole ****
thing from the ground up; his
groundbreaking thesis Mein Kampf,
spelled out his plans to transform Germany
into veritable Paradise, already thinking
beyond his time; imagining nuclear war,
space travel, even time travel,
super soldiers & androids; ****** knew
his ideas were way out there but he sat
down & designed the ******* flag for
the NSDAP, later, the uniforms for the SS,
who had succeeded the rowdy street fighting
SA in what is called the Night of the Long
Knives; how cool is that? The sequel to the
Night of Broken Glass, also referred to as
Kristallnacht. This was ******'s art, mass
participation performance of beatings, rapes,
killing & destruction; huge bonfires destroyed
precious relics of German literature, mostly
moderns who seemed to advocating a liberal,
bourgeois appeasement of the Jews,
as if going blindly into the open maw of Zion;
He could have been Walt Disney, as creative,
if not more so, or Norman Rockwell, if not as
sedate... ****** could have been a great poet,
foreshadowing the nihilism of the Beats
while carrying forward the lustful aspirations
of Nationalism. There's more to the story
but I was just a kid & the Holocaust didn't
mean **** to me, until I started dating Jewish
girls, even then the subject remained
tangential. ****** was inspired in part
by the American Confederacy which he saw
as a continuation of the successful American
Revolution; & seeing Napoleon as the heir
to the French, ******, & not only ******,
but his loyal followers imagined himself
as the repository of German knowledge
& philosophy; Kant, Wagner, Nietzsche,
Schopenhauer, as well as the Golden
Age knights & Mystic Nordic heroes...
all swirling about in ******'s head as with
the force of sheer will & heightened
oratory skills led the German nation
into the deadliest conflict in history.
****** versus the world; one artist's
attempt to remake the world in his image.

No, not complain, it
was something that
crossed the border
into Poland after an
assault by Russian
forces (according)
to the NATO Nazis.

Avian matter Putin
said, perhaps it is
a piece of Chicken
Kiev & the stuffing
knocked out of it?
Zekensky will be
high tailing it soon,

Somewhere over
the Polish border
like Icarus with his
*** on fire where
they will be setting
up another Vichy
for the absentées.