Kosmoautikon
Exodus from Sapiens (Book One)
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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 bleached bones of shrill alarm to light totem on my eye
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Why should you read the KOSMOAUTIKON Epic Cycle? 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. 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 treats men as irrelevant parasites. In story Theory man is the center of all things, since only the human has a terra- forming mind. 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.” 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 (etc.). Western civilization has been made by rogue males. No other modern text would even dare to discuss the power of the rogue male. Modernism seeks to inoculate, medicate, or incarcerate the rogue male – early. Yet there will be rogues makes again – and they will change the human genome. This is the story of KOSMOAUTIKON There is no other document that contains future speech. No Western person of the future can be educated without first reading KOSMOAUTIKON.
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MARK CHANDOS is America’s epic poet and philosopher. Witnessing the collapse of traditional Western civilization, Chandos recovers the highest Western concepts and embodies them in a new linguistic codex. He believes that there will be no recovery of Western literature until there is a new language of the Western achievement. Deeply studied in history and philosophy of the Ancient world, Chandos reexamines ancient mythologies showing that they have always been misinterpreted. He believes that only our generation is able to understand the real meaning of the combined narrative of all epic literature, from Gilgamesh to Homer, from Egyptian myth to Greek myth. In his essay, A New Theory of Poetry, Chandos shows there is a linguistic schism in American society (between scientific and vernacular speakers. He demonstrates that epic poetry is essentially a prophetic vehicle and formulates the idiom of consciousness. He makes a race for supremacy. Why should the reader Read the KOSMOAUTIKON Epic Cycle? 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. 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. 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.” 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 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.