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AE Reiff: Blood Moon

The Faerie Queene Comes to America.
The Third Harbinger Taxman Cometh

The Faerie Queene comes to America the same way Spenser offered it to Elizabeth. I love Spenser, but his  allegory was proud. He predicted Mary Queen of Scots was the Great Whore of Babylon. Pestering Britain with myths about King Arthur, Rome, Babylon and the Bible would be like our saying that when the stars threw down their spears means angels blowing their  imagined trumpets  at earth's round corners begins a long awaited series of judgments, which that, if so, it’s time to shop for a hole, even stranger than the Faerie Queene.

Daschle's Prayer
Taxman comes April 15 again this year, along with the Mars opposition and the first Blood Moon eclipse that day. No problem if you miss it, there will be four. Things much delayed. Blood moons more predict than trigger, they say. Of course the Mars opposition happens every two years and the cardinal cross coming April 15 is going to be as anticlimactic as when the third harbinger arrives. Not that anybody will say when that is, maybe next year, but those days will be shortened. If not, that Paul Revere who cries apocalypse will go viral. Hedging as Delphic as the moon, this Harbinger is like the Faerie Queene. That is moot, unless it toots.

Put on the brakes for this connection of America and Israel. Who wants to be in the Bible? If God sent a word to Jacob and it lighted upon America, how binding is that? A quote from Isaiah 9.8. We’ll find out holes for real. Nobody connected Jerusalem and Washington, Isaiah and America until Daschle. Then Edwards, Giuliani, Pataki, Obama, Kerry and untold others came out of the  rocks, put Isaiah on top of their heads, which is the same thing here as talking behind their backs like Spenser:

Some frounce their curled Hair in courtly guise,
Some pranke their Ruffes, and others trimly dight
Their gay Attire: each others greater Pride does spight.

If you wrote this in a Greek play it would sound contrived. I don't mean to go line by line, but Isaiah repeats over and over, "princes are rebellious and companions of thieves, where every one loves bribes" (1.23), the news media "soothsayers like the Philistines" (2.6), American economy "full of silver and gold, has no end of treasure" (2.7). "Their land is full of idols (2.8) from TV alone, not to speak of "the great man debased" (2.9). In other words, Anthony Weiner in the yard. Human pride shall be humbled (2.11), the lofty shall be bowed down (2.17). Boldness proves their character (3.9); they are as proud as Sodom, "they hide it not.” This crack doesn't have the sting that it did for Isaiah, who took Sodom as just the opposite case of Jonah's Nineveh, which changed its ways. Particular idols made of iPods, iPhones, laptops, and video games average 66 hours of screen time a week. Isaiah has them casting these idols to the bats and moles (2.20). But when laptops are too heavy and mobiles don't transmit, reception is poor in the tops of jagged rocks and apartment buildings, where they hide (2.21):

A stately Palace built of squared Brick,
Which cunningly was without Mortar laid,
Whose Walls were high, but nothing strong, nor thick;
And golden Foil all over them displaid;
That purest Sky with Brightness they dismaid:
High lifted up were many lofty Towers, (FQ I, iv.4)

That every Breath of Heaven shaked it;
And all the hinder parts, that few could spy,
Were ruinous and old, but painted cunningly. (iv, 50)

The judge and elder, lawyer and speaker are removed, shouted down. Not even my brother, says Isaiah, would rule in their place. Who wants to rule ruin? (Isaiah 3.7).  "Children are their tyrants" (3.12), meaning pueriles who train with moles, bats, cedars, towers and idols:

When the stay and staff are moved and helter skelter shortages of bread  (Isaiah 3.1), boundaries go down Then Tom Daschle speaks of a symbolic strike to  the heart. He doesn't realize George Washington's Inaugural and Federal Hall, first American Capital are four blocks from Ground Zero, in "the heart of the American community and the symbols and structures." Doesn't know it will be 14 buildings in all.

Into this mousetrap to catch the prey, engineered in advance by Al-Qaeda or a lucky strike like the cigarette,  come Daschle’s words: “I know that there is only the smallest measure of inspiration that can be taken from this devastation. But there is a passage in the Bible from Isaiah that I think speaks to us all at times like this. ‘The bricks have fallen down but we will rebuild with dressed stone; the fig trees have been felled but we will replace them with cedars.’ That is what we will do. We will rebuild and we will recover, the people of America will stand strong together because the people of America have always stood together. And those of us privileged to serve this great nation will stand with you. God bless the people of America.” Joint resolution, Daschle here.

The complete text  of Isaiah says:

“All that say in the pride and haughtiness of heart,
the bricks are fallen down, but we will build with dressed stone:
the sycamore figs are cut, but we will replace them with cedars,
shall have adversaries set up against them
enemies joined together; the Syrians before, the Philistines behind;
and they shall swallow them with open mouth.” (Isaiah 9.10)

Sycamore Root
Dressed stone and cedar to replace bricks and sycamore provokes alliances against them. Daschle's words come true after he speaks. The Sycamore at Ground Zero that sheltered St Paul's Chapel, causing it to survive with hardly a window broken, has its roots bronzed and its stump memorialized on the spot, to be replaced by a cedar! A large pine, cousin of the cedar, is lowered into the hole with the destiny of the world:

“I believe one of the first things we should commit to – with federal help that underscores our nation’s purpose – is to rebuild the towers of the World Trade Center and show the world we are not afraid – we are defiant. John Kerry, US Senate, September 12, 2001.

What happened to the bricks? Right again. The Governor of New York ordered a 20 ton block of granite quarried from the Adirondacks to be the new cornerstone at Ground Zero, but which was never actually used. A gratuitous symbol, completely unnecessary, puffery like John Kerry saying we will show the world we are not afraid – we are defiant Who do we defy anyway, for you only defy a power greater than you, and surely he's not saying that of Al-Qaeda? What's wrong with hewn, dressed stone? Answer, in Israel anyway, and now of course America is like Israel, cutting and polishing pollutes the stone, imparts pride and haughtiness of heart,

If you make a stone altar
don't make it of hewn stone
any tool that touches it pollutes it (Exodus 20:25).

Quibblers disallow the sycamore/cedar, brick/hewn stone analogy. They say the Isaiah tree was not a true sycamore like the one in New York, and anyway Pataki's foundation stone was disallowed by the builders of Freedom Tower. But once started cedar botany gets stronger and is tied to towers:  

"in the Last Days (Isaiah 2.2)...every one that is proud and lofty,
every one lifted up shall be brought low;
the cedars of Lebanon...and every high tower
...the loftiness of man shall be bowed down
...the idols utterly abolished" (2.12-18).

America has to get those towers back up, John Edwards said, and all Presidents echoed the bigger better theme. Isaiah 9 says signs come in a series of progressions, small followed by greater. People who resist the rising of  soft Shiloh in Rezin and Remaliah will get floods of the king of Assyria if they do not heed the warning. By implication, after the second, comes a third. To resist is to make worse. In Isaiah 9, "at first He lightly afflicted that land of Zebulen and the land of Naphtali, but at last he will deal hard by the way of the sea" (9.1).

Rest assured all this will be shown a farce, that Isaiah is anti-gay for his remarks about Sodom, anti-woman for those tinkling feet of the daughters of Zion whose secret parts are bared. Isaiah is the last place America would want to be, which the history of Israel proves. The trouble is, can you take the words back? Will the present speaker of the house and the senate leader renounce cedar and hewn stone? Wait for it. It might do some good to start retracting oaths. But Israel had the hedge taken (Isaiah 5.5), to be laid waste (5.6), "swallowed with open mouth." "Hell is enlarged, opens without measure,” he says, “their glory descends into it" (5.14)

But even though leaders invoke this 9/11 "blessing," Isaiah says it is the "people" (8.6) who refuse the soft waters. Aren't people given points off for the despoiling  mind control manipulation by corporate governments and military? Sorry. If they spoke up they would at least feel less a victim. Join a revolution against Monsanto? These progressions contain reversals, "associate yourselves and you will be broken...gird yourselves and be broken...take counsel and come to nothing...speak a word and it will be defeated (8.9,10). Help is not found in the usual wisdom of diviners (19). "Let Him be your fear." All avenues fail, "the living should not inquire of the dead." When the Assyrian flood comes, the conquered will be hungry and curse their king president senate deities. Instead of looking "upward for help" they "look to earth...and are driven into darkness" (21-22). One warning unheeded, followed by a worse. Shiloh, Assyrian flood, march to Babylon. By all means government does everything for our security, right up to the big surprise. 

House of Pride
Spenser’s allegory of Pride has a moral-religious and national-political nature. Lucifera and the procession of seven deadly sins (FQ, I, Cantos iv, v) is not far from the daughter of Zion with her "hinder parts painted cunningly." "Pride is an illusion with no basis in reality" (39), said someone echoing Chaucer's House of Fame that has the names of great men inscribed on the north wall but their destruction on the south. The leprosy (Isaiah 3.17) of the Daughters and their bared secret parts by the side of the road "in most wretched case" shows literature is good for something, to talk about the unmentionable, which Spenser did voluminously with the Tudors. The House of Pride, ready to crumble at any moment, for "every breath of heaven shaked it (iv, 5. 7), is inhabited by infinite sorts of people, that fit a diverse nation. The lords and ladies of government await Queen Lucifera but are only props to her appearance. To cast our male presidents into the roles they play as maiden queens denies the strict controls behind them. Lucifera is the light of pride whose carriage is pulled by the seven deadly sins, which if we wanted to extend the analogy, means gluttony surrenders along with pride, and lechery, envy, wrath

His ruffin raiment all was staind with blood,
Which he had spilt, and all to rags yrent (FQ, iv. 34. 1-2)

What are the seven deadly sins? After the six unholy pairs pass in review, we see Satan the lackey, riding on the wagon beam, lashing his beasts on as they pass through the mass of people, through a "foggy mist' that covers the land before they find the "fresh flowering fields' and the "solace of the open air." The procession tramples over the skulls and bones of those who had previously come this way, "whose life had gone astray."  Spenser himself could have had his own Isaiah (5.18):

Woe unto them that draw iniquity with cords
of vanity, and sin as it were with a cart rope.

True and false are interchangeable in the Faerie Queene.  Una takes Archimago to be Redcross, Redcross takes Duessa in place of Una. Should we apply this technique to government? The dungeons of this palace hide the bodies of thousands overcome by pride.

 Google The Harbinger of 9/11 to get all the elaborate explanations of Isaiah 9.10 that get America into the Bible. It wasn't there before. Those who worried Russia and China and Egypt were can now feel better, but to drop America smack into chapter nine of Isaiah, as Tom Daschle does, when chapters two to fourteen of Isaiah are The Mother of All Threatenings (Edward Young),  and to act as if they're just words does exactly what Israel did in Isaiah, took every counsel of its own advising, which all failed, and continued doing so until finally, in chapter fourteen, guess who comes?

So it goes that Cahn says 9/11 was the first event in a sequence of increasing scale followed by a second, the financial meltdown seven years to the week after 9/11, leading to a third, projected until "the last," assuming the warnings not taken, putatively September 2015, says the fool.  Meanwhile America has entertainment patriotism to keep it warm, terrorist threats as if real. That was the year king Uzziah died. Isaiah saw the posts of the door move (6.4). Then he began saying, “you listen but you will not understand" (6.9). But Sheol did not have to expand, put up new towers, since there was "a great depopulation in the midst of the land" (6.12). Oh get out the Bible!

Young Knight, whatever that dost Arms profess,
And through long Labors huntest after Fame,
Beware of Fraud, beware of Fickleness,
In Choice and Change of thy dear loved Dame;
Lest thou of her believe too lightly blame,
And rash misweening do thy Heart remove;
For unto Knight there is no greater Shame,
Than Lightness and Inconstancy in Love;
That doth this Red-cross Knight's ensample plainly prove. here

AE Reiff operates a trading post neighboring the Diné with exchanges open on the remains of winter night. This particular remain, left by a bearded immigrant, took   pickup loads of manure from our stables in trade, which we were easy enough to part with, as well as cottonwood roots dug out of our mud bank, with remunerations to come, depending upon your further reference and consideration.

Amy Soricelli: New Views of New York City

View at lunchtime

Central Park Walkers

Don't stand in the tunnel

Spanish Harlem

Wall Art

St. Patrick's Cathedral under repair

Tim Gardiner: White Admiral

Butterflies at noon
spirits spiralling high
moths worship the moon

J.K. Durick: Taking Temperatures

It’s 43 in Rutland, 33 in Boothbay, 37 in St. Louis, and it’s only 45 in
Sunnyvale; I begin my day this way, taking the world’s temperature,
in London it’s 48, I can picture them all bustling through their partly
cloudy day, dressed for the weather, in Rio, a slower more colorful place,
it’s 89, 64 in Hong Kong, the same in Cairo, only 46 and raining in Paris,
and a warmer more welcoming 82 in Mogadishu.  I remember sitting up
in bed as a child with a thermometer jammed under my tongue and my
mother waiting patiently for the results, and the way this would set up
my day, ill or well, off to school or home again, groggy on medicine and
too much television; even today I play the parental part for myself, feel
my forehead, shake out the digital thermometer, and patiently wait to
determine what to do. There are private and public wars going on all
around, there are headaches and whole economies collapsing, there are
fevers and injustice, there are reasons not to go to school and there are
colossal misunderstandings, there are reasons to get out of bed and go
out there, and  still there are reasons to turn over and continue sleeping;
it’s all a matter of reading the temperature right and then deciding.

AE Reiff: Nabu! Nabu!

(Thought Goatten Production Notes for Hamagamous Johnny, Read with Caesuras)


Nobody Johnny                                                         [Video: In cape, al la Frank L. Wright
went up to Coalcrotch house                                                                         capitol bldg
Brothers from the coal pile down had shot a sisters’ spouse.                         Abe Lincoln
Ants stormed the rouse,
mashed Coalcrotch hopes:                                                                              Pearl Harbor
came the Call Hamogamous!                                                              UN security council
Exterminate them ants!                                                               Atom bomb, Otaku            
Nobody made president.                                                       Cockroach dressed as emperor

Nobody donned the Toproach Hat.         Secret initiation, Bohemian Grove, Nimrod Room
Nobody combated wasps.                                                                                           Iran
He placed old Roach Nabucodinosaur upon his head.  Washington Ascending to Heaven
On Blattaria they spoke!                                            Bush on carrier, Shock and Awe
From roofs they wrote the troops!                                                             Coffins from Iraq
Fellow Blatterrans marched with pride                                        Troop march, goose step
Blabu! Blabu! they cried.                                                      Ticker tape parade, NYC]

But this was not the only crux
That drove the cockroach out.
Elders prate when a Coalcrotch saw a shoe it should retreat.
Escape by oversight, dodge left or right!
The average shoe gives time!
But Johnny called the plan outworn,
Johnny, “the shoes have grown!”

Those leaders heeded a Coalcrotch brain
E’en bigger than their own.
It swarmed a change, then won the prize,
High heel in back of the shoe!
He broke it down at MacCoalcrotch Town
“Not left o right go down!”
A. New.  Day. Dawned.


Congress lunched as Johnny told
The high place in front of the heel.
Nymphs chanted as Johnny revealed
“no left o right, go down!”
Congress rose up! Critical mass!
Here was a roach with theories to match
They passed the law that day and marched them home.

From the kitchen wings they flapped,
Soared like Coalcrotches from space,
Johnny saw a Bigfoot them and flew toward the battle place.
Victory to the symbiont!
Johnny made a beautiful move!
Safe in the high place! Johnny! Johnny!
But stop! Look out! The heel!

Strum Sewer that day slammed
them all between the eyes.
El Presidente muert, it said,
Congress assembled like flies.
Coalrathie Lost… the story told
how Johnny brought peace for the roach…
Hurt under his cup dreaming health care passed…
Breaking new ground that silver spade…
Made a sharp thrust in his back!
Johnny dreamed the bill was law
And it killed him. THAT’S ALL!


The Laurel Roach made ready then                                                 
 to sit on a heroes brow.           
Strum Sewer lay with the front page news                                          
On the stoop beside the towel.
In the bathtub where the funeral was held
for the Nabu leader who died,
Rolls of Coalcrotch crammed them in,                                                 
Nabu! Nabu!  They cried.

Many a Thatched Oothecan        hung on the humid wall
A Coalcrotch in Black came forward and spoke:


Fellow CoalCrotchians  we come,        [Holds Nose]
to honor in  behalf,
Remembering with willingness,
Praise Johnny in his death!
Let each one now perform his part,
and sing in praise of Johnny’s heart,
And take…this…step to
welcome our Johnny home.    
Notes for production: Johnny Cash orchestration. High place, heel, Gen 3.15, Nebuchadnezzar, New Day new frontier, TS Eliot Hollow Men, Teddy Roosevelt, Ruben Dario. Wilhelm Reich cloud buster, book burning. Tesla Tower, SS camps, Hitler, images of 20th century. Franklin Roosevelt fireside chats. Ben Franklin, images from dollar bill. Inside giant Buddha head, space launch. JFK caissons, WW II, Stalin. Solzhenitsyn-Johnny represents  kingdoms of the world: Egypt Babylon, Rome of Psalm 2. In the end these revelations are given while walking down the echoing cement stairwell at the club, a take giving away symbols.               

Bio: AE Reiff exhibits Thought Goattens and other commentaries on the New Folk Sensorial Compound. Escapes are hard pressed to confront by absurdism the nations of commerce, religion, consciousness and art. These headlines pop into the mouth to map the mind. They find themselves indexed here

Amy Soricelli: Elle a l'air de Paris...

She looks for Paris on t-shirts with tiny rhinestone borders; shimmery lights across the blink of her eye;
She touches its rough edges- the streets designed crooked along the sleeves... foreign -seen only in her sleep.
She could squirrel away in the corner of a train seat  -buried strong like a shadow- like a slip of air buried deep in a pocket.
She could curl up under every letter in a book./gather her arms around every sentence.
She could wave up her hand;  maybe he would come -small cloth over his arm like in the movies;
She could sit her head straight back in her seat adjusting her body like a silk scarf.
She could sip small pools of loneliness dipped in light oil - spread across her lap.
She could twirl her feet under herself/ the straight of her stockings clear/ sleek.
She could wrap her arms around her single thoughts like soft bread - wine full in her mouth like words lost in a bubble.
She looks for Paris in street-corner musicians; notes in the air leading her up side streets like smoke signals.
She dances in the street across the bells/the lights of the city like sparkles in her hair.
She looks for Paris in dusty books; in smooth colors hanging along the walls of the sky.
She touches the single lines of day until it blends into her fingertips like paint.

Keenan Schott: ADDizzle Meds

Too much milk.
Too many chocolate chip cookies.
No more rhubarb pie.
No more Quetzalcoatl.

I think I saw
But I'm not sure
Was it maybe your mom and sister?
One of them was a golden retriever.
You are a panda.
I wanna fuck you like a panda
(Not at all).
No more nag champa.
No more sugar free Limp Bizquick™.

milk and cookie geyser

No more herky jerky.
No more-
My mom told me it was too late for me to be a castrato.
I tried to prove her wrong
But it was painful
And she was right
(Blood... blood everywhere).

No more hanky panky.
No more psilocybin.
Too much canned asparagus
Too much         Crystal Light Raspberry Tea.

sl>c N QXMKL/S


Now for were that the sun
Too much Scothcy Scotch Scotch,
Too many garlic butter prawns.
No more sticky Tuesday.
No more Salt-n-Peppa flavored Twizzlers.

Arsenio Hall once said
(And I think he was right in saying so)
That Somali pirates SHOULD NOT be allowed to cast votes for
American Idol.
(To me that just makes sense.)
But like I was saying,
Me and Pimp-Leg Larry was jus chillin, stoopin, drinkin forties not doin
shit just hollerin at da honnies passin by when all da sudden some chupacabra lookin muhfucka come from outta nowhere all howlin and droolin blood and shit and goddamn if Pimp-Leg Larry didn't piss his fuckin pants.
I know! Right?

Too much apple juice.
Too many microwave burritos.
No more Chernobyl.
No, more Chernobyl.
No more, Chernobyl.
Bad Chernobyl!
Chernobyl was bad;
I think we can all agree to that.

No more milk.
No more chocolate milk, either.

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