(From A Page)

(From A Page)

 Jealousy

bitter for ignoramity

 Wrestle by Pandora’s side

against that self-same box

 Refuse the wrinkled thought

the pinched salt

 Scabbed knee

first fall

 But,what?

unanswered call

 Ford-way gone

o’er shoulder

 Reflection to none

weathered marker

 Causeway web spun

Let the wise men’s words ring,

 heart & mind be one

Soul ache for what aught to be

 fear not finality

(From A Page)

I thought I’d dip my quill.

I asked him what;

       had pierced his heart

That had brought him;

       wailing,

    across the many seas.

Hoped to find a glimmer;

       of that spark that feeds.

He found my question lacking

     “What should move a poet’s heart

                     that his eyes can’t see?”

   And thus the parched bard

                said to me

“What? All the sun touches

                    wasn’t enough to set you free?”

“You look through people.”

   My heart skips

Amber daylight

  What compass steered to this?

                 Cross-hex

                    Transplant

        as the compliment suggests

being in my place

      How?

If that’s true

     then what’s in a gaze?

What renders still

           and seizes the frame

Drinks it’s fill

          refusing the shame

Steely glass

                  or

                       Pooling mercury

          Am I to blame?

       What angel whispered

            that emerald eyes

                    would

        cast such stultifying rays

               Puzzling ways.

Yeah nah they're not re-writing this. My auto-didactic obsession you don't touch that.

If they cared about African history they'd not erase the entire dynamic between the native Kushite peoples of the Upper Nile (let alone the panoply of peoples within this "crossroads empire") and the Greek aristocracy that developed on top of it. You could tell (and have a history to reference more easily than ever) a damn good story with that? No? The wars of the Diadochi and the pressing of Africans to fight and the subsequent revolts? NoPe bIn tHaT..

To go a step further as I formerly stated the Greeks developed on top of Egyptian society and were strained to integrate. Outside of Greece they were never "truly settled" in a sense (you could even say that in Greece really...) Settling is not in the Apollonian spirit it is present, it is the body. It is that very practical, cosmopolitan, and mercantile society. (But like any it has it's hierarchies and by our modern sense it's atrocities that go with) It only existed as there was life in it and when withered leaves the Doric, Ionic, and Corinthian column as evidence it was hence. (It was not even apparent to them at first to record their history, that too "carried with" in the oral/bardic tradition)

Really the hinge of the of the Ptolemaic Empire was Crete (not literally) but as a range. Colonies in Anatolia, Cyprus, Attica, Cyrenian Libya (formerly a Republic) distinct in retaining it's character. They were a people of the sea and clung to coast in every regard (or otherwise set off to find it). With that in mind, another avenue left blind by ignorance would only take a glance south in this period. Kush, Makuria, Aksum, a multitude of African Kingdoms going all along the Horn Of Africa (and all too relevant given contemporary developments).

All submerged for cheap race swap bait. A consequence of people who relate through a cracked mirror.

Don't believe me look at all pithy weaponized empathy but none of the foundation:

https://variety.com/2023/tv/global/queen-cleopatra-black-netflix-egypt-1235590708/

Christ-Bearer

what a burden indeed

to carry a god

a man seeks to serve

to find the greatest master

a lord afraid of his king

a king afraid of the devil

the devil afraid of the Christ

what's a god to a nonbeliever?

a child by the stream

begs to be taken across

grows larger each step taken into the mud

a god is a heavy burden

dragging you further down

down into the water

Named for a man who carried such weight

a man who relished the burden

cursed to carry a god upon your shoulders.

mighty Jason stopped at the banks of the Anauros

the winter-fed swell threatening its banks.

Carry me across?

an old crone beckons

but she grows heavy with each step

step step into the flood

Saint Jason carries the Christ

The hero Christopher labors under the weight of the patron of motherhood.

which one of them lost a sandal in the fierce river?

which one was blessed in deed by their god?

Both died

doomed by a divinity they freely carried

should I follow?

speak my true name and bind me forever to your circles of spore and daisy.

call my name and drag me down into your fae realm.

ask my name and how should I answer?

true name has the power to harm,

to call down malice and hateful spell.

what is mine?

A fool's brain digests philosophy into folly, science into superstition, and art into pedantry. Hence University education.

George Bernard Shaw