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    Please read my poem about World War I:

    http://www.newnation.org/Hoffmeister...-Estaires.html

    Regards,
    Constantin

    ANCESTRAL HERITAGE

    by Constantin von Hoffmeister


    in tibet the candles burn
    swastika on palm and flag
    fair expedition restless roaming
    roots beneath the stupas shine
    legions in berlin all crisp
    buddhists for the dome they fell
    high and low the strangers greet
    the roof all peace and solitude
    the mountain and the city burn
    god soldiers march their path alight
    and solemn monks in arms join free
    for europa white and spirit they fight
    hedin's call to the youth of the world
    resounding in rubble valor and life
    the palace in lhasa displays the sign
    a race seduced by filthy soot
    afresh the cultural wave that flows
    amidst the stain remains a pure grain
    march the cosmos tarnished troops!
    their banner burned but still alive
    the soul as always radiant!

    THE LAST STRONGHOLD

    by Constantin von Hoffmeister


    disintegrating in rubble
    fair race migrates east
    civil and demolished naked
    above the moaning
    comrades sleeping
    fair race seeking morals
    anguish left and women hidden
    in time and space the money slides
    and futile river nearly dry
    the blood of old a crucial tie
    when creators fish the men alive
    sanguine beasts turn prey to dust
    (see you fear in the wasted lands?)
    red the tiles covered in screams
    as summer breeze drowns in blood
    ether creeping out a pure-blood sky
    (then it will be time to forgive)
    and argue restless on a silver tray
    the city sold and bodies bought
    bags aflame with ice-cold greed
    claws dug deep in pure-blood souls
    (only hear sailor songs of glory and pain)

    Ronkokoma, New York - April 1, 2003

    DREAM OF A FOOT SOLDIER

    by Constantin von Hoffmeister


    the wine that flows divine and the skin excited with sin
    my heart searches solace (but the body discovers "tolerance")
    once upon an afternoon dreary, my shell demands quick burst
    and - finally! a long trek past - a weary soul finds WAY
    to slake its thirst
    pondering truth, excitement the vanguard of pleasure,
    can blue/brown eyes realize DISTANCE
    and COMBINE?
    when weary organs gather, DISCRIMINATELY discovering PLEASURE,
    where is the lead that ties together
    the knot called "romantic" TREASURE?
    once faded "glory" enters the IRREVERSE "accepted"
    new MYTHS might grow when anxious lips will touch
    and - true to PASSION "divine" - a quick "check"
    will nevermore an epic lust HINDER!
    waiting for "storms" that overwhelm and DELIVER,
    a pastime that will not make a "calculating" PAIR quiver!
    the AMSTERDAMNED city creating ONE spectacular SHIVER,
    drained memories unable to create a sense BITTER!
    and ANXIOUS once "filmed" events in limbo only whisper:
    "will you see us out the door and ONLY 'bid' us in
    when times run low and reality seems far from your KIN?"
    reminiscent of ROME, eternal the LATIN one,
    able to SHOW
    ONE truth behind a smile - a new bond WON!
    i want to "sense" and SPEAK:
    "only with YOU, from here i shall be GONE!"
    ...when hair falls in a trance
    there remains nothing but for IT to exist:
    a "nervous" but all-revealing CHANCE!

    THE ARYAN PASSAGE

    by Constantin von Hoffmeister


    a degenerate spirit on the deck
    the dark ship cuts through icy waters
    on board the healthy all in chains
    below deck groans of ignorance
    parades the captain with his whip
    tainted stinking beast so proud
    crazy drunk and filled with lust
    (the power false and built on forgery)
    while fair souls suffer without rage
    moaning yelling screaming deaf
    (the voyage cloaked in emerald images)
    the winds that never settle cut
    through limbs that lost all frailty
    rattling free a wish to be
    to the angry shores a colony
    once immaculate now modest bleeding
    dry the dock now soaked in rants
    godless filled with spiteful reason
    after passage and delay
    the sum of fate a bill to pay
    and northern stars all sealed in clay
    mates all laughing and leading astray
    the harbor seemingly deserted now
    all white cargo marched off in a row
    (smug with whores the captain sleeps)

    WISH WORDS AT MIDNIGHT

    by Constantin von Hoffmeister


    Again, I am thinking of You, and I am penning these words as a dedication to Your radiance: the wonder that lies at the bottom of this unfathomable ocean of stirred up anticipation - an image, a flicker, a warm hand touching its solitary contender's soul - the wind's breeze caressing Your hair while Your blue eyes scan an infinite distance of white hills of marble - a desire, Your longing, a passion to speak true words of soft wisdom and an earnest pursuit of the mind - settling in Your gracefully sculpted bosom a content to know to see to feel a line evaporate between Yourself and immersion - the knowledge at dusk that dawn will rise in splendor - radiant Your kin as You step into a fold - victorious desire overwhelming odds of tension - in the wild flickers of genetic purity and heavenly faith I see an image a vision a dream - I see You reaching out up and beyond - with the glittering northstar in Your lap - I wake up from a dream of events realizing themselves to come near close and true.

    EVRASIA OVER ALL!

    by Constantin von Hoffmeister


    [BEGINNING]
    white flesh labor lost
    unborn generation feverishly still
    ("occultismus
    socialismus")
    a torpedo in a folk costume
    ...against the artful activities of
    SUBVERSION
    "I am sick of your incessant pandering
    to ancient mysticism."
    (the two boats are coming closer
    together)
    "See the lie of life that pierceth
    death..."
    late travelled & corners pregnant
    jewels atop the mountains glow
    the angel of death turns into
    the archangel of perpetuity
    (the noble as the cumulative manifestation
    in marble)
    SPARTAKUS remains the symbol:
    lonely glory liberated
    to metaphysics deaf & blind
    a chilling tale of propaganda:
    spirits roaming haunted seas
    (the bronze spire aspires ever higher
    & the mote around the fortress spiked)
    sharked & baited into regret
    (a glory the sky
    once yielding the sun)
    To capitulate means losing the vision
    of a future tribunal.
    PAX ROMANTICA: Blood & Love
    Die, ye olde continents, die!
    Fortune guides the blessed in vain.
    up the road, a block ahead
    (demolition vampires impaled)
    And now revealed, the senile fart's fate:
    bed-ridden & tolerant, sick with
    grief (lost opportunities et al),
    fastidiously fasting & maniacally
    masturbating.
    "Differences don't exist, you
    don't exist, and grandma is
    in heaven."
    that calamitous moment
    the night of the attack
    fate embodies denial
    (in the far right corner on the left)
    Gottfried Benn once lived. He still does
    and is dead.
    MONUMENT
    SOLAR
    the number is transparent now
    & sober into the future marches
    the square-jawed troops of terror
    [END/BEGINNING]
    Last edited by Moody; Wednesday, January 31st, 2007 at 02:34 PM. Reason: merged consecutive posts

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    PHOENIX PHILOSOPHY

    by Constantin von Hoffmeister


    "Flags, flags every where,
    nor a single one to salute."
    (evolution stopped & reversed)
    SS-Division "Honecker Blue" stalled
    a country devastated & a forgery
    comes up an admonishing concept
    a project of persevering proportions:
    Onwards the Free German Youth!
    Under the signal of the Son!
    buried alit the light still alive
    (a dutiful dusk doling out imaginary debts)
    the only dawn gripped with the fear
    of sheer delight envisioned
    (Prussia through Russia to be)
    SUPPER
    SAVIOR
    STYLIZED
    longing for attractive imitations
    moral nihilism
    (destruction as construction)
    the snake ensnaring the arrow
    (wriggled out of altered states)
    ...once led to weathered lands,
    and it shall do so again.
    Folk genius: Salvador Dali -
    the "consciously Aryan da Vinci" -
    from smothering heights sculpted
    revealed processions,
    circling around infinite Awakenings.
    once a date decided
    (in Bodhgaya monkeys maraud...)
    set clear the style of posterity
    to smash & smile
    The Anarch revisited:
    sell the books & drink the wine!
    clear with spite, the East
    a score to settle
    speculators smoke their last...
    little boy & fat man bugged
    to find, to cede
    their legacy nil, past & mocked
    (DEATH TO TRAITORS!
    DOWN WITH THE OCCIDENT!)
    following after the shock:
    HOMO FASCISTA - Part II
    ...
    (In reality is truth,
    in matter there is solace.)
    galloping into pure philosophy
    the straight path trodden
    but the Octopus interferes
    Charlemagne sleeps, his head
    resting in heathen heaven.

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    Post Re: Phoenix Philosophy

    Another great poem, rich in thought and feeling. I've tried to locate a few of the possible references:


    The fact that one can annihilate a philosophy . ... or that one can prove that a philosophy annihilates itself is of little consequence. If it’s really philosophy, then, like the phoenix, it will always rise again from its own ashes. -Friedrich Schlegel, Athenaeum Fragments, 1798-1800.
    Conceptualists view totalitarian thinking, with its claims of all-encompassing truthfulness, as a kind of madness: a network of internally connected though arbitrary propositions presumed to coincide with external reality. -Mikhail Epstein, "The Phoenix of Philosophy: On the Meaning and Significance of Contemporary Russian Thought," 1996.
    The blue flag with the sun has been seen throughout the history of the GDR. From the "Dam of Peace" in Sosa to the "Route of Friendship" in the Soviet Union to the "FDJ Berlin Initiative," the accomplishments of the FDJ testify to it as the fighting reserve of our party. -Erich Honecker, "Party and Revolutionary Young Guard Firmly Allied," 1984.

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    This is deep. All limiting ideals are abolished. New ideas are spewed forth, and the people in return, follow the path. It's not too late to adhere to a new, upright doctrine.

    Hails Constantin

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    THE RUSHED REICH

    by Constantin von Hoffmeister


    pierced ears & piercing eyes
    angry men with visitors victory achieve
    menstruating monsters mingle inside Max
    music matched marching monuments
    clowns carnivorous cavort calamitously
    fossils fuel a future frost
    the club where chalk colorful be
    Popeye pulls a punch in prolet lore
    wheels will whirl wonders again
    comes with the fall
    heat hovering above horny hovels
    while peasants stride in gallop ahead
    dreams a dank duress the drunk
    where the bombs ballistic bright are born
    riots revolutionize road robberies
    a bland painting Psycho resembles
    in blackness red phones ring
    incessantly a maiden wails & cheers
    three bottles: blue, yellow, green
    liquid drips on heads unsuspecting
    awareness its weary torso bows
    before malice enthroned
    the crossed crown to conflict contributes
    & the crusty cup once glory offered
    now in jewified jelly masses mingle
    to emerge one victor losing sight

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    Post Re: The Rushed Reich

    It seems that everything falls into a place, with a creative mix of words. Does this signify a revolution of some sort?

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    Indeed, a revolution is in order! Party politics will get us nowhere. EAT THE RICH!

    Constantin

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    Post Re: The Rushed Reich

    Quote Originally Posted by ogenoct
    THE RUSHED REICH

    by Constantin von Hoffmeister


    pierced ears & piercing eyes
    angry men with visitors victory achieve
    menstruating monsters mingle inside Max
    music matched marching monuments
    clowns carnivorous cavort calamitously
    fossils fuel a future frost
    the club where chalk colorful be
    Popeye pulls a punch in prolet lore
    wheels will whirl wonders again
    comes with the fall
    heat hovering above horny hovels
    while peasants stride in gallop ahead
    dreams a dank duress the drunk
    where the bombs ballistic bright are born
    riots revolutionize road robberies
    a bland painting Psycho resembles
    in blackness red phones ring
    incessantly a maiden wails & cheers
    three bottles: blue, yellow, green
    liquid drips on heads unsuspecting
    awareness its weary torso bows
    before malice enthroned
    the crossed crown to conflict contributes
    & the crusty cup once glory offered
    now in jewified jelly masses mingle
    to emerge one victor losing sight
    That's got to be the most fascinating expression of literary genius I've ever read.

    Eat the poor.
    All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream at night, in the dusky recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity. But the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams, with open eyes, to make it possible.

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    Post Re: The Rushed Reich

    Quote Originally Posted by Jack The Ripper
    That's got to be the most fascinating expression of literary genius I've ever read.
    Thanks. I appreciate the compliment. I wrote the poem ten days ago in a bar (LEATHER LOUNGE) in Poona, India.

    Constantin

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    You are obviously a genius...
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