Greatest Living Poet
Strange Gods, Bulk Prophecies
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Greatest Living Poet by Mark Chandos (previously Mark Kobo) Greatest Living Poet is the "most favorite Poems" selection from the KOSMOAUTIKON series Why should the reader Read the KOSMOAUTIKON Epic Cycle? One. 1) KOSMOAUTIKON has information of the long count of the Human Condition. No other work of American literature observes the ancient origins of the human genome. No other poem projects the force of the strong poet into a Space faring civilization. Only the KOSMOAUTIKON contains the long count of human civilization. Two. 2) KOSMOAUTIKON does not repeat any modernist clichés. Modernism can only detect modernism. Modern literature can only regurgitate modernist linguistic codices – a fascination with disease, medical mythos, and the omnipotence of laboratory science. KOSMOAUTIKON accuses the madness of this modernist experiment. Instead, KOSMOAUTIKON detects the astral position of the human mind. A story is told that places man in a position of power in relation to the universe. Modernism makes treats men and parasites. In story Theory man is the center of all things, since only the human has a terra- forming mind. Three. 3) KOSMOAUTIKON creates a new linguistic codex to project a new advance in the human Genome. A new linguistic structure must always prepare the way for any human advance. “I had to remove your planet – and then your bones.” Four. 4) KOSMOAUTIKON tells the story of Rogue males. Who are our rogue males? Alexander, Christ, Cesar, Dante, Michelangelo, Leonardo Da Vinci, Caravaggio, Henry VIII, Edward De Vere (Shake-speare), Beethoven, Francis bacon, Oscar Wilde (the list is long). The point? Western civilization has been made by dangerous rogue males. No other modern text would even dare to discuss the power of the rogue male. Where else will the reader find the truth? Modernism seeks to inoculate, medicate, or incarcerate the rogue male – early. Yet what is the truth? There will be rogues makes again – and they will change the human genome. This is the story of KOSMOAUTIKON Five. 5) There is no other document that contains future speech. No Western person can be educated without first reading KOSMOAUTIKON. It does not matter your opinion of poetry or the poet. You have to deal with it. Most googled favorite lines from KOSMOAUTIKON: 1) We had to remove your planet – then your bones. 2) Observe my second sweat condense the juice loving bark, my song recovered stitch all numbered kiss close fit . . . 3) . . . then fix my sleep at that beam all-speeding from glow emitting north, my eye abreast a lover's shard of light. 4) The cauldron planet still beaconed red Five…You will not miss the globular element of your fire-burned ancestors. 6) When you could not yourself believe. I made you diamond tablets of belief. When you yourself could not detect the sky, I wrote the sun for you each day new. When you by yourself were congealed as frost, I dipped your brittle mouth still blue and flaked. When you could not lift your hands yourself to count, I raised your arm to rage against the beats of breath. 7) When I smoke the bones of Western men the bodies cough and shudder with cold. Shivering, they ask for warmth. I know – your prior state was a hermetic chamber. I have placed you on a humid tile. Yet it is your new condition that chills you. 8) Let the poet delight the breath. Observe my second sweat condense the juice loving bark, my numbered text of human warmth on ageing cheek; my new-braise tongue all first tongues seek, my song recovered stitch all numbered kiss close fit, my fire-blistered rune, my wall-prophetic king, lover’s science, now charred and altered, now smoke and rising steam. 9) In the desert dunes of space all teeming cries slant to silence, yet men, so angled, so tightened at the joints, breath, circling, expands, moving like an ancient torn sail, a wind-borne ship in god, now cupped as cataract, now blown by sands.10) If you cannot brush from eyes my spiders, which, silent, test two legs the air, then you are beyond my hurt. Do not cry I will not call you back. Do not cry. I will not call you backI 10) I saw white spray gust out her mouth hoary snow, like a great whale in winter blows her lung. "Then I am not predestined, I move with my mind to every multiplicity. Every moment I translate with value, no assent remote to access. Then raise the dead. I scandal every academic idol, each birth, a faith; each good or ill, a faith; till the mind trace what the eye should see, in her idol, then, by photon sensed, I induce, dart and swim. Everything I have to say is still unfinished. 11) I am racing ahead of god’s eyes lest he lay over me. 12) Then what is alien to our rumor? Unlawful death? Yes, there will be a small death. A crust of tear will freeze on eyes. 13) "I keep for misbelief hierarchies of fabled death, I can disprove every alarm, every dismemberment; I mean to rule in both spaces. I pass straight through the machine, beyond the factories of heat, past the cutthroats fresh from their cribs. 14) When I smoke the bones of Western men the bodies cough and shudder with cold. Shivering, they ask for warmth. I know – your prior state was a hermetic chamber. I have placed you on a humid tile. Yet it is your new condition that chills you. 15) Step into the world. Measure its shroud. Gods do not fear to lose their form. Why? Form arises in sentience, as a cloud forms a moment in atmosphere – math, engineering, love – concise poetry – each the conditional and selected progeny of linguistics. 16) Resolved. By lover’s fortunes cast, esoteric math retains no lover’s mass. Science collide its dark photon; laughing poets compress all kiss. New-prized inflection alters ideation - as linguistic pulse - visual charged ions double-loaded with component, all thought extinguished: song, alone, cries constructs outside of proofs. I learn. 17) There, delayed, with highest, long-limbed rocketry preserve you fresh as child, still moist and humid spouse. Our fevered bones emitting bright: our willing jointure braised a narrow optic sun, where crimson-cheeked escapers sooth appeased mortal-timed regression; two spheres of breath scouting past uncharted black-holed death. 18) I saw my dead retreat to another house. 19) The open mouth that makes no rattle Shakes no force in laydown limbs, Till hearts in man cleaves asunder, Cries there was no soul before hunger 20) I have crossed my meridian voyage, where human becomes visible idiom, and so their fears, I hunt the tar cave of fossil gene, where ghosts of space, time, and men coil in somatic prescience. 21) I will rise deep in winter with no alarm, not once to follow substance of moth-winged men seized with light. I lay down structure embedded with my selection, joy and fear reduced to equal fonts. 22) If I cry counter idiom, who will survive to prevent me? Those that accept death? I drain time and element of insolvent fear, reducing beached bones of shrill alarm to light totem on my eye
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That there is poetry is the only evidence that man truly exists." Mark Staber Kobo
Mark Staber Kobo is a modern American poet and philosopher, also known by name Mark Chandos, author of the famous space faring epic poem Chandos Ring.
Greatest Living Poet: Strange Gods, Bulk Prophecies represents the highest form of lyric poetry in contemporary literature. In his book, Mark Staber Kobo attempts to restate the central problems of modern poetry. He presents a very clear and healing answer to how to write modern poetry - and shows how each poem creates a new language and represents a break with the past. He poses the question: What is the problem with modern poetry? The poetry of the last century sought to solve the incongruence of poetic language in the modern world by resorting to newspaper prose. Greatest Living Poet recovers the prestige of poetry by showing that human mind, itself, is a poetic protocol. The central thesis of Mark Kobo is that modernism has mistaken how human consciousness operates. Science, in his view, itself, is a poetic representation of reality. Therefore, Kobo creates a new lyric language to prove this phenomenon.
Here is an example from the book:
Copper Floods
Black pools gave up arms and men where none would touch the
water since all was let loose under, stitched in their brain,
battenedon bone, a finger from a tailor's seam.
They thought once never to see a stranger thing
as floods lifting coffins from their planting,
still bright and burnished and harlot deep
who made a bed where all could see.
She was one who never chose one country,
one copper house, and curse all staying;
rooms, like lovers, with just one corner good,
not keep again as spouse, as child, accusers.
I have raised dead in many cities and will see more;
all the brass here has been touched;
heart and bone made lighter now
half stitches rubrics splitting seams.
I have always changed your house; already
I have placed a shout inside your dark sobbing
that does not suffer long a little room and shuns
all steady lodging. I will always send you floods,
some to take away, some to raise.
I have dug in many fields and will find more
no margin for the water on my lids;
they cross this lake who shave its frost,
they swim this night who still can sleep
on splitting beams, on drowning beds.
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Review of Greatest Living Poet by Mark Chandos (previously Mark KOBO) By J.Watkins, NJ I recently came across an amazing book. And it changes my whole view about American civilization and culture. In fact, American culture is as a hegemonic linguistic code is seldom discussed in the public forum. Any culture that comes in contact with American popular culture (and literature) is forever transformed. American music, fashion, technology, and political ideas instantaneously disintegrate the indigenous culture that makes contact with us. For good or ill, American literary influence is unmistakable and unstoppable. China, India, Japan, Russia, and Brazil shamelessly reproduce all the signature elements of Western Civilization. The American genre of science fiction is the medium by which the future is discussed and constructed. This America is permanently enshrined as the medium of the future. There can be no future that does not pass through the prism of the American idiom. That’s a powerful and privileged position to be in. Only Greece enjoyed a similar cultural supremacy. Chandos Ring, the title of the book, illustrates the central position of English (American) culture and language in the human achievement. At the same time the author shows that since poetry is the highest form of language in our civilization, the poetry itself is the highest achievement of the Western world. This is as much to say that our linguistic achievement directly determines our achievement in genetics, space exploration, social engineering, military strength, or even human reproduction. Mark Chandos corrects the misunderstanding of materialist civilization - and clearly presents the argument that poetry - as the evidence of our highest linguistic achievement - is central to any cultural or scientific progress. Science is thus a form of poetry. Science has verified this thesis as far as the highest concepts of modern science is phrased in poetic terms - as String Theory, the Event Horizon, Black Holes, quarks, quantum mechanics, etc. Each of these theoretical (and unprovable) concepts are forms of poetry - not materialistic science. In his book Mark Chandos proposes his new Theory of Poetry hoping to restore the high value of American poetry in modern overtly materialistic world. Just to illustrate you his theory, here are his main ideas: 1) Poetry must tell a narrative of power. Human consciousness operates only by story. Lyric poetry, that does not make narratives, in consequence, has failed to sustain the prestige of the human singularity: that is, poetry. 2) Future poets must manipulate the vernacular with strength sufficient to outclass the alternate poem of hegemonic science to create a new human mind. The common language must challenge the asserted superiority of the linguistics of math and physics. 3) The human mind must be addressed as operating on the astral plane. This perspective necessarily privileges the information of relative cosmology – and corrects the faulted assertion of terrestrial causation. 4) The epic poems are star maps. The epic trope, as all sacred myth, verifies the human mind operates on the astral plane – and not the terrestrial. It is thus irrelevant to search for archaeology of the sacred myth and epic poems. The epic poems are record the original source of human life – reflecting a source of spiritual cosmology. All civilizations, all archetypes of the human mind are found in narratives and texts of the epic trope. 5) Consciousness is still unfinished, and thus, the poet can modify life to meet the condition of human consciousness he seeks. The poet creates the linguistic code for this new consciousness. 6) The human mind is central as the supreme manipulator of consciousness. 7) All human speech is prophecy. Easy to say – hard to perform. Let’s hope that the American language takes full advantage of its position of supremacy – to make conquest of all future life.