Saturnalia Wasn’t Primarily About Mock And Ephemeral Inversion and Slaves’ Liberation But About Grooming and Resetting Them as Slaves

The crooked staff of Santa Claus

is the scythe of Saturn alias Cronos.

 

It is said that, with the masks

on their faces that made some

look like mannequins and dolls,

they consecrated and offered

themselves to the Black Sun—

 

the Dark God, as the longest

night drew close, casting

its longest occultation

on all in its chilling grip

that flipped the angst to revelry.

 

For they reckoned how to survive

otherwise than by giving themselves

over to the shadiest Lord, El Shaddai,

the Ending Cut of the Light and Soul?

« De manière correcte » a insisté mon amour

 

« La décoration découvre le Louvre

qui recèle des trésors d’amour

et ses formidables monuments,

juste tout ouverts à une visite

parmi les chevilles et les bras.

 

Sais-tu à quel point une courbe précise,

une ligne simple ou le charme naïf

d’un ornement révèlent le cosmos,

l’ordre et le style, l’étoile vivante de mon

corps vraiment nuancé et doré proprement? »

 

Depuis toujours depuis le voyage d’Orphée

quand il s’agit à la fois d’amour et de poésie,

nos âmes, comme une certaine Proserpine,

sont ceux qui, étant descendus, reviennent.

 

24 December Prayer

 

To anyone who submits honest thank-you

to the universe and if they’ve wised up—

to innate beauty’s surging form and trim

let this be a yield, a reply, an assurance—

 

a sign, a token, a clue, a hint that, out there,

someone tracks and tails and knows and sends

his or her flaming whiff, a helping of the elixir,

laid to brush and dust what brings one’s own

 

divine resonance otherwise bound to slip

the numb down the voiding pit of sleep.

Let that gift sincerely so earned wherever is

 

a soul’s live seed, then an ear that tops a stem

and then even a crown of flowering into which,

to refresh your face, a point of true presence wades.