Author Archives: montecyril

If I were a fool, and continue to be one, and be proud!: A poem 

Look at me, and my tunic with all its wormholes!  These wormholes to posterity; where I witness  my birth and death and resurrection; in a timescale   of a moment. So that I know my own defeat, as a purpose!  That this knowledge like drops of vinegar on my   thorn-crowned soul mitigate its suffering. And be called   an aloe. You know the labyrinthContinue reading “If I were a fool, and continue to be one, and be proud!: A poem “

Does Lear ever have heartbreak? Hark, O Israel, O India!: A poem 

Do you remember me, even if you don’t call?   My soul is its own electricity generator, spring or fall!  Like a pyramid towering, through history, so tall!  Did you ever think I undermined my love for you, make it look small?  I flower my words so that they should empower  Every twist of destiny, seemingly gangling, but an intrepid shower  Even when I lose, likeContinue reading “Does Lear ever have heartbreak? Hark, O Israel, O India!: A poem “

In the valley of words; and mountains of ideas!: A poem 

Does a word fulfil an expression? Does an  expression fulfil a thought? How benign is   an expletive compared to the sense of actual anger,  bitterness? Do you feel that an expression is  only assuaged by its exhibition? Does, then, expression  mitigate angst? Or do we ignore the frustration of  dissatisfied resonance without the beat of the pulse  and carry on with the swordsContinue reading “In the valley of words; and mountains of ideas!: A poem “

I heard the Church screaming: AntiChrist, at me!: A poem 

(After I condemned Saint John for his evil-spirited Revelation!)  I heard the Church screaming: AntiChrist!  Nice wonder the Logos; the Word, the Cosmos!  Like a bright evil spaceship shining over Bethlehem  at Zero BC, and you lying and calling it the star of Bethlehem!   Is Christ actually the redeemer, you delinquent  Church? Do you fancy the `Jaws’ is everybody’s heaven   that you so fervently want to consign them to?! And tellContinue reading “I heard the Church screaming: AntiChrist, at me!: A poem “

Don (DT) McLean, Van Gogh’s beauty and Dostoevsky’s beauty; so what is suicide?: A poem 

Don Mclean, how beautifully you described Van Gogh!  A starry night, when I look into it and feel the pulse  of an eternal past, and then I draw courage, and then I should   persevere to believe! That all things so sorrowful meet their end before our own!  And Van Gogh’s soul was as beautiful and enrapturing as his art!  How beautiful is the truth, whenContinue reading “Don (DT) McLean, Van Gogh’s beauty and Dostoevsky’s beauty; so what is suicide?: A poem “

If you could all call a Mango!: A poem 

Did I hang around the big bang?  Was I honky tonk before rock and roll sang?  Did I create my sugar and honey?  Or did it give me diabetes?  Was the singularity more than just a trinity?  Did I create Mum and Dad, or was it them before me?  Sometimes, I wake up singing at three?  How should I know, the Trumps willContinue reading “If you could all call a Mango!: A poem “

The story of us…from Benjamin to Borkar to Rodrigues: A snapshot

We were originally Jewish, from the tribe of Benjamin, the twelfth (lost) tribe of Israel, the descendants of, me, Jacob! It is an unfortunate tale how we lost Israel and Israel lost us. There was some animosity between the tribe of Benjamin and the tribe of Dan. It so happened that a Benjaminite youth assaultedContinue reading “The story of us…from Benjamin to Borkar to Rodrigues: A snapshot”