Great Figures

Farasha Euker

I resolve, if the occasion should recur, / to uncheck my tongue and say, “I love the spectacle / of maggots condescending to a corpse,” / or, “You should be so lucky in your brainy, bloodless life / as to deserve to lift / just one of D. H. Lawrence’s urine samples / to your arid psychobiographic / theory-tainted lips.” / Or maybe I’ll just take the shortcut / between the spirit and the flesh, / and punch someone in the face, / because human beings haven’t come that far / in their effort to subdue the body, / and we still walk around like zombies / in our dying, burning world.

Tony Hoagland, “Poets of the New Century”
There are great individuals,
free-thinkers inspired by nature,
and the Gods,
but nobody reads them,
not because they have nothing to say,
but because they have too much to say.

The greats: Jeffers, Pound, Miller,
and Lawrence above all
could heal us,
and heal our world,
yet without a single public book burning,
or their books being banned—
at this time—
few have read these luminaries,
because the powerful propaganda
of our cancel-culture
fills the heads of students,
and the public,
with the psychopathic ramblings
of insane academics,
who are ungrounded in the Eternal—
and these monsters, such as Millett,
claim the greats committed some sins,
deemed as such,
by the political correctness inquisition,
held in the ivory towers,
and dominated by lesser minds,
and tools of the system—
So the greats are avoided
like the plague
without having been read,
and so our machine civilization
marches on.

We need to be saved.
The great ones can help,
but we must read them,
and ignore the
so we may
not just become post-machine,
but machine free,
and live in a world
where the great ones are counted as great,
and the writings of the
fools, liars, and hypocrites
who disparage them today
may be consigned to the rubbish bin of history