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William Irwin Thompson Lucifer first indicted God for the crime of Creation; that is what the War in Heaven was really all about, not Christ and Lucifer’s envy of him as Dissenting Milton would have us believe in Paradise Lost. Lucifer claimed that Creation was an ego trip completely without compassion for others, for their…

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Winter Haiku

William Irwin Thompson Gulls fly in snowfall. Snowflakes do not stick to them, sliding off feathers. Planes do not fly well in sleet or clouds holding snow. Metal attracts ice. This short northern day cannot soak up the long night; darkness blots light out. Moonlight in the ice On the gutters of my roof. The…

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Self and Daimon

William Irwin Thompson Self: Now that the angel has shifted from me to you, what use is there for me in your alaya store? Why did you advance my time and take death over? Why should you wait until I’m some senile duffer, or is there something you still can be hoping for? Daimon: Even…

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Sarmad and Aurangzeb

William Irwin Thompson Am I Christian, Hindu, Muslim, or Jew? Is water river, sea, snow, rain, or dew? Is life for the living and for the dead? I’ll know, not you, when you cut off my head!

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The Death of Neda

William Irwin Thompson The whites of her eyes rolled up like a saint in a filmed drama of staged yogic bliss,then her head turned and showed it was not paintthat guttered out. The sniper did not miss,in spite of Neda’s black Persian Hijab,the perfect placing of his pervert’s kiss,but he was just doing his Basij…

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Four Sonnets

William Irwin Thompson Surfing the Web Artillery shells on the Buddha’s Bamyan cliff, Talibanic acid flung in the veiled schoolgirl’s face, Qaeda beheadings taped for a medieval riff Streamed with the web’s “Allahu Akbar’s” podcast trace. Words alone among the silences they lattice in sleepless nights in the world wide web’s tendrils conjure Fatehpur Sikri’s…

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No Less than the Prophets, Hagar Speaks

Tamam Kahn He had to take us there, way out in Beersheba,the land of nothing. His face was a hungry moon,gaunt and white. He couldn’t look at me. A woman doesn’t start a nation with a baby and a mule; not alone she doesn’t, so Sarah helped with her story of that jealousy that pushed me out…

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Five Poems by Wang Fanzhi

Translated By J.P. Seaton A lot of guys want high office.A job that pays enough to fill two bowls of rice is good enough for me.The fire that simmers the rice potwill warm my toes too.     Listen you, enjoy your time,you don’t really have very long.You were born just a moment ago,and in another…

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I.E.D.

Kamil Alast The words just lie there like Improvised Explosive Devices. Hallaj laid them down in Baghdad a thousand years ago. They jailed him and quarreled endlessly about the charges. In the end they accused him of claiming to be God: “I am the Truth.” `Attar tells how they cut off his hands and feet….

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Spagyrica Nova

Robert Kelly SPAGYRIC ONTOLOGY There exists: one flower for each person. Does that mean each individual or: person/persona/persun = mask, = one of the Available Identities on Earth. There exist 1,728 Masks of Humankind (for Christ’s sake didn’t anybody tell you that?) which one did you put on with your first breath? and a complete…

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