ANTI-4, OR: AGAINST 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 ETC.
HIDDEN MECHANISMS OF SPIRITUAL TREACHERY IN FPT
The most perverted monster is haunting Europe – the monster of total Treason. More and more often come into the world the ideas of irreversible betrayal, for which one should not criticize, but immediately beat in the muzzle and tear off beard.
Is useless to demand from the aristocracy that it became exclusively New – at the best this aristocracy becomes courteous and neutral; because, in own “veritable change”, this aristocracy is entirely dead.
«Even on the highest throne in the world, we are still sitting on our ass. Kings and philosophers defecate, and so do ladies.» – Michel de Montaigne
0. The Initial point Zero.
Any guileful foe as the best friend and the best friend as the deceitful foe, of course, will always aspire to become your best ideological favourite and with this thoroughly, conceptually bewitch and cajole you, like a certain notorious aged right “French lady”. But the sliest intellectual adversary will go further – he will try to become your deepest rebellious idea without preliminary amorous curtseys, philosophical somersaults and conceptual bumpings. But this, I assure you, is not some mystical super-hypnosis or providentially inspired “words mastery”, but is a simple, routine [tedious to idiocy] traitorous work by means of, as a rule, the most rational and/or irrational, as though “revolutionary ideas”, which are addressed to the troubled Future. In other words: the false foe-friend will hide where you will always [by yourself!] want to find; where you always will intuitively look for, desire and demand a new Riot with the biggest Capital Letter. I immediately will make mention: in this article I will unseal, scourge and analyse only concealed metaphysical tendencies of spiritual treachery of ideologist Dugin and also imported or, to be more precise, as usual stolen symbols of Eurasianism and disguised as “super-new” political/geopolitical regulations of the so-called [because there is nothing to call] Fourth Political Theory. But at first I will purely automatically add: 1, 2, 3 and… yes, you are not mistaken, this is: 4. The standard procedure of calculation of “unpredictable” and “great” ideas. Schopenhauer’s dog and/or a dog-Schopenhauer clearly barks and laughs with booming laughter in his cold grave – in the initial point Zero! The fool is not 0, but only: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, etc.
1. FPT-Islam. Another pro-Islamic theory.
I immediately apologize to very unloved by me reader, but in my brief and simple narration, I will try not to use gigantic, pompous, heavy and unbearably “boring quotations” from FTP: the Fourth Political Theory . So: when a primitive opponent wants a quick victory, he conquers the world not with the help of, really, a new weapon, a new man or, perhaps, the Overman, or some secret Over-spiritual logos-battering-rams, but by means of the same cursed spirit of gravity. Of course, certainly in the name of Last God. Here one should immediately ask a question: What is exactly this secret spirit-god FPT? Ancient? No. New? No. Sacrally-Future? No. So what is it exactly? Right: unbearably and sickeningly the same! Id est, as Nietzsche might say: FPT is the spirit of gravity of the Last God against a holy Yes to Life of the coming Overman. Ja! FTP – is nothing more than tolerably to everybody molested, disgraceful, disgusting, stinking “Eurasian litter” in the cage of a meanly captive majestic lion of our Future European Revolution. But what revolution exactly, if one is considered from inside of the Rising of Will to Power as Will to Life? Of course, first of all, without omnipresent, dogmatic and importunate FPT-Islam. After all, FPT – is, in the first place, concealed pro–Islamic Theory of the further division, seizure and new reunification of the “white world” on basis of Islamic Tradition Dictatorship as Total Caliphate. Initial and more than close connection of FPT and radical Islam – already today is a political axiom and only complete fools or evident provokers can demand “comprehensive evidences” in this question . Sacral logic of the revolutionary Future is very simple: if today we weaken America – banking Islam will win. If today we weaken Islam – very full of itself America will win. Here – in FPT – there is no any possibility to make a choice for each genuine white revolutionist. Therefore: the Choice – is only our own Absolute Spiritual Revolution simultaneously in Europe, in Aryan India and in America! New Rebellious Overestimation of all values without any pro-Islamic religious syntheses, without any heavy, pompous, importunate political FPT-perversions and strictly geopolitical machinations for replacement of traditionally “white” to Something Unknown through Heck Knows How and by means of Demon Knows Something-Somebody. Here – in Europe – it is needed only the most fearless jump of our mutinous tiger Up and in all directions at once, which were secretly won by mean and perfidious foe.
2. FPT-Perversions. Guénon-Benoist-Dugin as low symbols of tergiversation.
A Question. What does FPT like most of all? To borrow. To be more precise: to totally and impudently appropriate. Or to be even more precise: to publicly steal and roughly pervert! Yes, exactly so! This is not some new young, brave and bold “revolutionary expropriation”, but exactly the same – decrepit, calculating, cowardly and ordinary conceptual theft with subsequent [advantageous only for FPT] essential distortions of the strongest western and eastern revolutionary ideas. “To take all the best from the West and to give this to all the worst in the East” – this is the treacherous parasitical logic of FPT and its naphthalene creators-thieves. But let me see, masters-slaves, on this “occult business” in the old days lived another exotic latent eurasianist – an old man-renegade Guenon. It is not for nothing all in the world traitors-eurasianists literally with one accord as to the last God pray this in the wrong direction grown decadent and dystrophic opium Toadstool of Paris. Yes, exactly an exotic renegade Guenon, as the symbol of in vain forgiven in the West [even by Evola] “spiritual treachery”, now automatically rehabilitates any international eurasianist [for example Alain de Benoist] as rigidly-forced for the whole Europe “ideological dislocation” with binding hysterically-rapturous pro-Islamic radical deviation. But! … here, inevitably, a thoughtful and responsible reader [is there anybody at all?] will have a question: why should one criticize the Fourth Political Theory, if its creator – Dugin – without any twinges of conscience, absolutely cynically and openly announce to him [the reader] and also me, us, you and all alien and invisible to them “white”: “I am for black. White civilization – its cultural values, a mendacious inhuman model of the world, which was built by it – did not justify itself. Everything goes to the beginning of white pogroms on a planetary scale. Russia is saved by only that we are not purely white. Extortionate transnational corporations, oppression and suppression of others, MTV, blue and pink – here are the reward of the white civilization, which one should get rid of. Therefore I am for red, yellow, green, black – but not for white…”  Exactly this way and not another, I will repeat once more for a responsible reader: “Just NOT for white!” Exactly here, I am sure, this one – a thoughtful and responsible reader – merely instinctively, in the depths of his sacred European code, will exclaim in a fit of temper: “So get out of us, Yurodivy! We – white as bearers of Will to Life and Will to Power – don’t want to be for you either. Communicate, except with our fists, with you – Bearded Buzzard – we won’t. Go to hell with your ignorant Guenon and rude Qutb!”
3. The FPT-Trap. Neutralization of genuine revolutionists.
We will immediately ask a question? What is the main [concealed, of course] aim of the Fourth Political Theory and parallel to it another ugly Dugin’s FPT-formation, namely GRA: Global Revolutionary Alliance? The answer suggests for itself: to subtly and shiftily dupe, muddle, throw young intellectual rebels, new mutinous thinkers and other spiritual nihilists et al. and all put together off the original “European code”. Id est – this is a systemic Eurasian aggressive plan of “ideological neutralization” of genuine, but not yet grown stronger young revolutionists in Europe, Indo-Europe and America and overaiming their “eviscerated brains” at other, as it is not difficult to understand, entirely pro-Islamic radical goals. Therefore GRA already long ago should be called just as GAR: Global Annihilation of Revolutionists by means of predominantly pro-Asian, pro-Islamic distortion of original “white revolutionary roots”. First of all – are withdrawn Soil as Soul, Blood as Spirit and Fatherland as Heart. To make a long story short – both GRA and FPT – are only ordinary post-modern “revolutionary pacifiers”, simple conceptual “rattles-simulacra” of the same Governing System, but not, really, new independent intellectual centres of the Absolute Spiritual Revolution. Reasoning from the aforesaid, follows the implacable conclusion: today, as never before, it is necessary to completely reconsider, already customary and successfully adapted by the System, the meta-model of traditional “Rebellion against the contemporary world”, namely: to Rebel against the “contemporary rebellion” itself as the object of the sliest manipulation with the help of the same to the utterly-mercenary intellectual “radical faces” of the contemporary world as the most disgusting “political larvas” of the cursed spirit of gravity. Yes, exactly so! One should not let these calculating“dogs of system” and fussy “lackeys of power” drink young blood and, in a very real sense – devour luxurious, strong white flesh of our future European Revolution. Here, I am sure, it is appropriately to make a quotation from one very late, but regular and strikingly sincere letter-confession: “Eurasianism is a heavy cross for me … One should understand that in the depths of my soul I hate it and can’t help hating. It broke me, did not let me become somebody I could and had to become. To abandon it, leave it, forget about it – would be the utter bliss for me. If I do not do this, then only by virtue of faintheartedness…”  – Prince Nikolai Sergeyevich Trubetzkoy (1890 – 1938), one of the main theorists and political leaders of Eurasian movement.
4. FPT-Samsara. The illusion of strength and power. The bad end.
So, as it has already been proved earlier, FPT – is Not a friendly, open and new “political theory” at all for all “free” revolutionary minds of Europe, India and America, but an old super-calculating, slyly-concealed, mega-dangerous and well politically-assembled countdown “detonating mechanism” of the counter-assaulting [the same!] world’s retributive System. Read very attentively: Eurasian project FPT-Islam-4! Exactly FPT, unambiguously, is that, predicted by me, occurring everywhere total Great Advertising of reckoned by head venality of right radicals of Europe and conservative thinkers of America. They – these slaves-masters and/or masters-slaves – now try to conceptually assure us [to bewitch on behalf of the Tradition], that today all “white revolutionists” without noble strong exception towards the Absolute Riot should/must betray White Europe. Hence: FPT is NOT simply the most efficiently placed in “white area” of Europe a Eurasian radical board of Aggressive Islamic Advertising, but, first of all, anti-spiritual, traitorous “energy trap” for everyone and everybody in Europe. Therefore here, against this villainous mine field, we should necessarily make use of the most secret types of Indo-Europe critical weapon, including here secret strategies of “over-smashing negations” of Russian Spiritual Nihilism. Today, like fearless fighting lightnings, we should rush along Over thoroughly mine-strewn spiritual field of Europe and simultaneously NOT detonate our ancient “white origin”, our “young blood”, our “holy Yes to Life”. We can NOT anymore, should NOT and dare NOT remain “the same” through the forced alien cowardly cult of “forgiveness of our own weakness” and fall into other and other and other [uninterruptedly following one after another] “traps” of tolerant political lie. In other words: I suggest [order!] to replace the old false name of FPT – the Fourth Political Theory by a new unclassified denomination, namely: ASS! Anti-revolutionary Samsara of System. Id est: all slaves-masters and masters-slaves, go to ASS!
Über-0. Through the point Zero. The Strategy of Lightnings and Frenzy.
Now about the Main thing: the Author of this article could with ease smash to pieces the Fourth political system of Dugin-Benoist at the very beginning of his critical attack by means of his own Over-revolutionary theory, namely – TDAS: The Theory of the Destruction of All Systems against 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 etc.  But I specially – deliberately! – did not do this in order to give FPT a “terrible chance” to die a more awful Death – from suddenly realized Total Feebleness… of course, in extended illusion of this Sein und Zeit. But here, in this historical misunderstanding as such, I involuntary made a mistake. I confess! Today there is the even more horrifying all theoretical and practical traitors of Europe revolutionary conception of Incredible Might. What is it? Der Übermensch: Beyond Death Of The Overman. Id est: the Overman is NOT “dead”! While European masters doze and American slaves sleep – the Overman acts at a Lightning speed! Every “great historical epoch” as the same “illusion of the part of existence” in space and time is always much shorter than any twinkling between elusive flaps of wings of a butterfly. Only Der Übermensch as a holy Yes to Life is the last vivifying hope of the New West and the New East. Only the Overman [as exactly: Yes-speaker!], but NOT another “radical subject” of the same insubstantial “system of social senses”, is the Most Secret Key to the Code of the Great Future. Only the real Overman [exactly: as the sacred Sum of all lives At Once!] now can create a new Over-formula of Will to Power as Will to Life with the help of the purest light of his Spiritual Nihilism and the Absolute Break of the Spirit exactly as the Cursed Spirit of Gravity! In cardinal contrast to FPT-traitors “eurasianists”, we move NOT towards the Last God-Devil, but in height – Upwards! – the First Overman as an eternal Yes to Life. Ja: “I [again] teach you the Overman: He is that Lightning! He is that Frenzy!” 
 A. Dugin “The Fourth Political Theory”, Arktos Media Ltd (US), 2012.
 “Are you voting for black or white?” at “Kommersant” 20.08.2002. “Kommersant” (Russian: Коммерса́нтъ, IPA: [kəmʲɪrˈsant], The Businessman, often shortened to Ъ) is a nationally distributed daily newspaper published in Russia mostly devoted to politics and business.
 Citation by: Trubetzkoy N.S. Letters to P.P. Suvchinsky: 1921 – 1928. М., 2008. P. 109, 269. And also: “We turned out to be great diagnosticians, not bad foretellers, but very bad ideologists, – in the sense that our predictions, coming true, prove to be nightmares for us. We have predicted the beginnings of a new Eurasian culture. Now this culture actually exists, but proves to be the complete nightmare, and we are filled with horror at the sight of it, moreover we are horrified exactly with its disregard of well-known traditions of European culture… We have understood perfectly well that the political system of the contemporaneity and the near future is the ideocracy system. But if one looks closely at particular realizations of this system, he comes to the conclusion that this is not an ideal, but the complete nightmare, and it is highly doubtful that such a system will henceforth be able to become something different. …” – Trubetzkoy N.S. Letters to P.N. Savitsky: December 8-10, 1930.
 Azsacra Zarathustra “TDAS: The Theory of the Destruction of All Systems”. Cyberwit.net (India, Prayag), 2013.
 “Der Übermensch: Beyond Death Of The Overman” by Azsacra Zarathustra. Research Scholar: International Refereed Journal of Literary Explorations [India] (Vol. I Issue IV 2013 / Editor: Dr. Jitendra Arolia).
 Friedrich Nietzsche “Thus Spoke Zarathustra (Classic Reprint)”, Part I: Zarathustra’s Prologue, 3. Forgotten Books (London, United Kingdom), 2012.
AGAINST HUMANISM OF TAISHO ERA*
(Basing on haiku by Sayumi Kamakura)
Was ist gut?
In the deepest part
of the kaleidoscope:
the Emperor’s room
These are mysterious lines by a modern Japanese haiku-priestess, Sayumi Kamakura. This secret «Emperor’s room» is the most sacred part of Sky Patterns of ancient Japanese soul. It is Quinta Essentia of Predatory Lord magnificence itself, but not a sum of «humane slave» properties. Haiku as the highest essence of Emperor’s der Wille zur Macht (Will to Power), which, however, is forever lost inside Japan, to be precise, exists as some unreachable, mysterious «Crown of Roses»:
For the stone Queen
far in the distance:
a crown of roses
Nobody puts this «Crown of Roses» on (except Nothing Over-Emptiness), for the Great Dragon of Japanese aggressive supremacy is already dead. Emperor of Spirit to Breach — is not present! How could it happen? The Sacred heart of Emperor’s Dragon stopped the moment «humanism of Taisho era» came to Japan. In other words, «human, too human» haiku replaced severe merciless tercets of Ancient Power. Something incredible has happened: humanism of literature plebeians annihilated the deathful splendor of samurai Spirit. Since then, without any dictatorship of Regnant Horror, life of exquisite literature has turned into harmless «Japanese talks», heavy delirium of late «post-modernism», into that «fearful prosody» without loyal service to Emperor. But if there’s no celestial Emperor — there’s no earthly Basho. If Dragon of Cruelty Takijiro Onishi (founder of «Kamikaze tokkotai ei») is dead — it means that Issa is nothing more than a scornful «literature corpse».
Can you remember
that frozen oak
from long ago?
They sure cannot, for modern Japanese do not remember anything. These modern jugglers and word-makers with refined eastern smiles want to forget everything about Death, even the Great Beauty of a nuclear bomb. However, as I have written before, haiku is still Death. But only when true Collapse comes does the true art of haiku return. Like an estranged flight of kamikaze, true haiku leaves nothing but Emptiness and Nothing. It means that we should not follow Sayumi Kamakura’s advice to «reach hope» by all means possible:
We shall cross the water
and pass the mountains
until we reach «hope»
On the contrary, we should (according to our own sacred patterns!) deprive ourselves of any hopes, guarantees and support. Because all this is just a piteous set of «illusions». It is an everlasting deception in the form of another spurious «haiku» for the weak, the useless, for those who left courage of Will to Power. But haiku is Death! We are foreseen to deprive ourselves of everything in our life, to give a brave call towards Death itself — that’s what Ezra Pound, the genius fascist poet, could have said, being placed in a cage and going mad.
To break a skylight
Blow, cherry blossom storm!
It is through the open top of his cage that Ezra saw the searched for (Over!)celestial, but not what modern haiku poets tend to see it — only (Under!)celestial. Tortures and Pain made Pound see — The Forever Non-seen! It means: small emptiness noticed Great Emptiness, despite the fact it meant «too late!» for it. We should forget any haiku written in «human words» forever. There is the only existent and at the same time non-existent correct way of writing the initial — Absolute Empty Haiku. Haiku-Emptiness.
Here it is:
There is Nothing. No words. We see only Emptiness! A clean piece of paper will always be more perfect than any poetic words, no matter how striking with ruthless attitude to people they are:
A cold circle
or the sun
Long before Europeans killed their «god», Japanese had killed Great Buddha and annihilated millions of «small buddhas» through shear Shinto and cruel Zen, that also detests «hypocrisy of humanism» and poetic endearments about «good» mankind. «When I hear words «people are here!», said one of Zen patriarchs — I immediately start to hit with the stick at all sides». This reminds one of the situation with Nazi philosopher Martin Heidegger not so long before his death. A well known Jewish poet Paul Celan came to him with pitiful and cynic demand for penance; Heidegger answered with silence of contempt. That is, wise Nobody answered with Emptiness. Nothing. Silence. Absolute Absence.
The colors of the sky
red, yellow or black
It is so: Great Emptiness has neither color, nor smell or shape. Though Emptiness is not a Nazi revolver, it kills everything and everybody pitilessly. Since Emptiness, as well as haiku, is beyond «all beyond Good and Evil». Thus, annihilating either «alive» or «dead», Emptiness will always be Perfect and forever Innocent — even more innocent than a child is. That is, Emptiness — is the only true Freedom. Freedom — For No One! And here suddenly Sayumi Kamakura reaches enlightenment (not for a long time, though):
Freedom to watch the sky
freedom to be trampled
for an ant
Or more tragic:
The moth’s dead body:
consider it as dust
sent from heaven
Ja! That does not require any proof: man deserves annihilation more than ants, butterflies or moths do… More than anybody else! And a Japanese, a so called «cultured man» — is the first one to be punished! Because he betrayed Clearness of Emperor as of Sacred Spirit in his own heart. He betrayed him forever! That is, ancient brave heart is dead. «Don’t be afraid of death of body — beware when heart dies» — Oshio Heihachiro, a Japanese «philosopher of action» has warned. From readiness to fearlessly reach Death, Haiku has turned into fearful praying to «illusions of life», so shameful for Spirit to Breach. Do not exult, Taisho! Even now the warlike, rapacious notion of Honour, that existed in Ancient Japan, is more perfect than any post-modern «verses», created by self-satisfied Japanese intellectuals. Is there anything that you have created after the nuclear explosions in Hiroshima and Nagasaki, anything, worthy enough to surpass with grandeur the «bloody metaphor of hara-kiri»? Nothing! You did not create anything that could argue (even!) with a fleeting spit of Emperor:
crosses the horizon
That is why today, notwithstanding anything, the remaining soldiers of Haiku secretly and inexorably build a New Room for Emperor. Tenno Heika Banzai! Genuine Japanese haiku today is written in cruel silence and only before Death, just like it was done by medieval samurais and later by young fearless kamikaze. For true haiku as Clear der Wille zur Macht should present itself (Before!) any birth and (After!) any existence of «frail day» human being. I, like Yukio Mishima, was always against «humanism of Taisho era», since this particular «reign of lying humanism» has influenced present stagnation, intellectual decadence of post-modern Japanese literature; and particularly the most furious, always reaching Ruin, art of haiku. Haiku is Death and Death is Haiku. I, like Yasunari Kawabata can’t bear the view of «human literature mugs». In future, which I foresee, only Great Emptiness will specify the fate of everything, as well as that of the world. Listen… Emptiness to Supremacy is coming! Nothing to Power is invading! Accordingly, Haiku which is Death, will be For Nobody only.
NOT FOR ANYBODY
Powerful Mishima makes his hara-kiri,
decrepit Kawabata opens gas burners:
the same Death —
Heroes are needed only
to forget sooner about them!
Simply hit enemy with knife.
Simply shoot into your head.
*The Taisho period (大正時代 «period of great righteousness»), or Taisho era, is a period in the history of Japan dating from July 30, 1912 to December 25, 1926, coinciding with the reign of the Taisho Emperor. The health of the new emperor was weak, which prompted the shift in political power from the old oligarchic group of elder statesmen (or genro) to the Diet of Japan and the democratic parties. Thus, the era is considered the time of the liberal movement known as the «Taisho democracy» in Japan; it is usually distinguished from the preceding chaotic Meiji period and the following militarism-driven first half of the Showa period. (En.Wikipedia)
Critical essay by Azsacra Zarathustra for book “The Haiku of Sayumi Kamakura: A Critical Study”
DEATH IS HAIKU
The Art of Contemplating the Death
Don’t be afraid of death of body —
beware when heart dies
after the fierce storm
What is Haiku? Issuing from it’s own form haiku is the shortness/instant of life. Instantaneousness of an extreme existing. A «trice» of objective reality before Death. But today we, horrific toilers, need much more severe philosophical formulas. Haiku is not some «frontier state» of obsolete existentialism, not Heidegger’s «Sein zum Tode/being-toward-death», but the Death Itself! Yes, haiku is Death and Death is Haiku! Only the haiku/the Pure Death exceeds vitality of the very life. Every «speck of dust», every «tiny drop» through the haiku/Death with no mercy brings down any Unshakeable Absolute and Inaccessible Eternity. In other words, haiku is quinta essentia of the Creating Death! Maximal power of the focus of the unstoppable Will for power. The way of haiku is the Way of the Creating Death! The highest point of the Purity of the Spirit… but the Spirit, which every second is in a state of unprecedented Self-destruction — the most severe Break. Thus, if «a wild eagle is invited to the room of mirrors» it — without fail! — will break into smithereens all these «artificial mirror screens» of human mind and fear. The Spirit of the Heavenly Eagle will severely extirpate, torment, tear apart all «humane, too humane» just to see its own clear reflection in transparent water: its shining Face of the Inexorable Will! This «wild eagle of haiku» — the most audacious image of Ban’ya Natsuishi — is that very mysterious Divine Killer, which knows from the start:
Every thing will disappear:
even the rice paddy,
over it a white heron dancing
Everything surely will disappear… In truly way — Learn! — one can only/just from the depth of his own [certainly gushing!] blood, from his own aggressive Emptiness [Void!] as approaching Absolute Break and Absence:
Sucking in the blue sky
a cicada hole
Only Death may speak so. Death/Haiku contends that the biggest treachery is the fear and insincerity of haiku in front of haiku as Death. This given initial truth is most perfectly expressed by inexorable haiku by Kanzawa Toko:
verses about death —
is only an illusion:
death is Death
That is for Toko: «Death is haiku» — is more initial than «haiku is Death». In every its instant Life must incessantly, intently scrutinize in Death. Like the «zen tiger» Life is to step fiercely over «satori» and «samadhi» in order to show severely [in a sacral seclusion!] its last: brave leap in Chasm. Haiku is Death for Death is Haiku! Three lines of haiku are three deadly lightnings of the Spirit which violently incinerate themselves. Because haiku teaches not to «die» but — to Overtake Death! Incessantly — like a wounded dragon of the Will — move Above the defeated Heaven; beyond «equilibriums», «piers» and any «traces»…
Death is haiku for haiku is Death!
Only such a statement/Knowledge of the Mystery of Death lets the dark Tao and the Great Emptiness of Nothing shudder gladly. Nothing to Power as might of invisible resistance of different forms of life/«little emptinesses» in a real, true haiku appears as Triumph of the Will to Superiority of Absence. Haiku/Death secretly teaches: approaches the Great Emptiness to Supremacy! The truth of any ancient poetry is invariable: «Werdet hart» — become hard! It’s time to cast away resolutely any manifestations of «human fear». From own Great Emptiness all wishes of «I» and longings of pitiful human «being» are must be ruthlessly severed. Literally it is necessary to become an aloof kamikaze of the word, that is — to strike with images of Death rapidly out from contemplating action of Power! According to these cruel demands it is clear that it is not world-wide avowed bygone masters [haizins] were considered to be dazzling heights of the Spirit of haiku but unknown ancient samurais, who left only to Noone simple three-lines before their final bloody harakiri. And also young fearless kamikaze who wrote with blood of the Spirit their farewell haiku, which always were concluded with the ultimate high perfection — the Divine Ram Attack! Tenno heika banzai!
But… isn’t it better to feed the emperor to hounds?
Ideally, every haiku must burn/disappear right after it has been written. Cruelly die, aloofly being incinerated with its creator! Only then the form of haiku as «already-not-a form», literally is Purity! Form of haiku it is not usual classical formula 5-7-5, but the ratio of extreme Nothing to maximalEmptiness and total Absence. Formula: 0-0-0.
Nothing — Emptiness — Absence. But:
Walking is philosophy’s
Best friend —
Voices from the clouds
It is written so by the legend of the modern haiku Ban’ya Natsuishi in his book «VOICES FROM THE CLOUDS». But any «walking», even «passage» of God, is a stroll of Death to Death itself. The voyage of Nonexistence through the «being» to the Absolute Nonexistence. That’s why «voices from the clouds» are in any ways voices of Mishima’s eirei no koe/voices of dead heroes. First of all, we ought to be fearless livings but… as already dead! It’s time to consider the «art of haiku» from the point of view just/only of the «philosophy of action» by Wang Yangming, Oshio Heihachiro, Kita Ikki and Yukio Mishima with their sincere fanatical statement: «knowledge without action is illusion». Every Pure Heart must avoid the «humanism of Taisho epoch». And that’s why, considering the most antichristian book by Ban’ya Natsuishi «Flying Pope» we should use the most radical Japan Zen-formula of the emptiness and aloofness: «If you meet Buddha, kill Buddha!» And then everything immediately stands in order, exactly, breaks loose from their places and shatters around:
His heart stopped,
the Pope flying
in the dark red sky
This «flying in the dark red sky» is really a Key of the Spirit to every living and dead. If the haiku poet is not a kamikaze then he is not a haiku poet. This is right: his haiku with its deceitful presence betrays Absence as the Purity of Eternal Nonexistence. Elapsing with blood but swiftly Flying Pope along with Crawling Buddha must recover their sights at last:
If you meet
No-self! Now that even the very «extreme nihilism» is in decadence state only haiku/Death can become, like a revolver shot, pure and effective manifesto of Nothing to Power. «By Absence of any humane such knowledge can be reached» [Oshio Heihachiro]. Only haiku/Death can give us the Needed Might to stand up in the Emptiness against the Emptiness through the same Emptiness; here I mean the most perfect weapon of the Will — Emptiness to Supremacy! In silence, without fear and trepidation, we must sternly meet red «A Future Waterfall», the bloody metaphor of which conceals only one thing — coming forth Absolute Break of the Spirit!
If you meet Emptiness, kill Emptiness! — Emptiness to Supremacy!
If you meet Nothing, kill Nothing! — Nothing to Power!
Summa summarum: the real poet of haiku always lends an attentive ear to eirei no koe/voices of dead heroes. His haikus are even more «for no one» than even brave canticles of nietzschean Zarathustra. His Bible of Power is «The Hagakure Kikigaki»! That’s why from the point of view of the Truth of Break of the Spirit it is seen that it is not some skillful three-lines of Basho or Issa will always top Japanese haiku, but wise, sincere and courageous verses of Takijiro Onishi — the stern founder of «Kamikaze tokkοtαi ei/ The Formation of Kamikaze Special Attack Force»:
In blossom today, then scattered:
life is so like a delicate flower.
how can one expect the fragrance to last for ever?
Critical essay by Azsacra Zarathustra for book “The Poetic Achievement of Ban’ya Natsuishi”
THE INDIAN FUTURISM:
THE WAR OF THE POET AFTER DEATH OF GOD
[«I might give it a shot!»]
Negate; Seeds of destruction planted
Like pack of explosives
Can the modern Indian poetry contrary to all [directly here and now!] to change inculcated, compelled, false a vector of «a tolerant course» and suddenly aggressively to jump, to strike, to soar, to rise Upwards – in Brahmanical Heavens? Can the Indian poet, like Kshatriya, sacrificially and bravely to rise in real Fighting Spirit and ruthlessly to reject from himself the world of hateful false «economic values», including here coercive, insignificant, monetary a «horizontal humanism» of the British literary usurers? Yes! – it is unconditional! But only under the most severe observance of the Supreme Laws of the maximum Over-Creating Aggression as Will to Power. Through the maximum irrational War of Words!… with the help of Battle of the most explosive Fighting Mantras and the Attacking Conjurations:
It’s hard to free muscles now,
Easier to clinch them;
A fist is forever ready to kaput and bust open,
To turn your flesh, pale
To turn these sands, red.
The Indian poet, like Aghori, should declare Itself precisely: «I am a God!». And this Poet, really, should become Real Fearsome God or [at choice of Death!] his secret Natural Antagonism, perhaps, Sacred addition, the Mysterious Werewolf… the Rabid Wolf («None was worthy of that madness, Yes None!»). Id est for the Indian Poet without Aggression of Hinduism – there is no Masterpiece of God! Therefore young Indian poet Akshat Sharma at once [in his new book «God is Dead»] without fluctuation, severely and fearlessly questions: «Am I cruel?»
Celebrate the death of man …
A jarred feeling of emptiness …
Or get up and kill the sisters,
Weaving the threads …
For at night, moon mocks,
It just helps me burn.
They aid the change.
Differently, for Akshat Sharma the needful quintessence of the poet is the «Transformation of heart into claws», «Eternal stars burn» and clearing «Puke on heaven’s door». On a forehead of the authentic Poet, undoubtedly, there is an ancient and sacred Seal of the Curse, Seal of the Beast, but at the same time without this Bloody Seal any, even very «glorified poet», can’t be the True Magical Prophet and/or the Oracle of the New Language.
Walk to caves, while that lion inside runs away,
Timid and aggravated.
Get inside, for you don’t need invitations
To square up your own flesh before it burns.
For each instinctive Poet-Werewolf there is the Eternal Truth: even if God doesn’t exist [but He exists!], here is important the concrete physical Death of God in the form of the man and/or an animal – Avatar, but not his truth of the «furtive existence or not-existence». Therefore the Nietzsche’s formula «God is dead» [«Gott ist todt»] there is the most deep point of assemblage of this Poet from capital letter of Curse and Mutiny. From here it will be better, if «my heart… not shelter you» and «I am wearing a mask – forever, even for myself». And is really:
Aren’t you wary of these blank faces?
Harnessing superficial impulses?
Or others, more disturbing questions:
Do you love god? Why?
Do you fear devil? Why?
What makes them different?
All world as before is confused! The world as before is Samsara, the Maya… It, as well as in the Buddha’s time, lies just in that deception, where villainous corporations of «false spirit» is hiding the Regal Vertical Line of Light behind the primitive and heavy answers of the «horizontal». The world as before doesn’t dare to assume the vertical, ascending Riddle of Death of God, as a basis for the Higher Life of Spirit. To accept the Luxury of Excess of Death and the Triumph of Eternal Struggle – Will to Power! In other words: the world always merely the cowardly brake and lags behind Terrifying Speed of Death of God! Therefore for Akshat Sharma: «All that remains [in the world] is Nothingness», or the optical illusion – «gold delusional!» – for economic fools. Everything that does not Fly up and doesn’t aggressively erupt to Up, there is an illusion or the «stupidly-monetary Maya», a conceited «human rubbish heap», but not Poetry.
Will you still be alive,
When the drapery falls?
All these pompous «human values» are only nonsensical philistine bosh! A baloney! A trifle! Nonsense! From here inevitably there is a Struggle of each Mutinous Heart against all kinds and the forms of the human lie, which ostensibly forever have gained a foothold, i.e. it is the implacable «conflicting [even!] with conundrum of chaos»:
But, sands shall rise today,
For obliterated meadows shall show
If only I’d die, I’d be happy, veiled tenets
Yes. Here Akshat Sharma ruthlessly once, twice, thrice is right: only after «Death of God» naturally are arising the most tragical Ordeals, Battles and Riddles of Pure Spirit and Will to Power. Only these Mutinous Tragical Riddles is the Proud Light and the Sign of Liberation for the Übermensh. «I search myself» and therefore me interests only William Blake’s the Triumph of «The Marriage of Heaven and Hell», as well as Merge of the Earth and Heavens without cowardice of paradise, hope and rescue. Beyond of Good and Evil! Only one the pure and dynamic question of movement of Mutinous Force is remaining important for the Poet-Beast:
For how long will you run, o beast?
For how long will you tear your own flesh ?
For how long will you search your prey?
«Forever, Never. I can’t tell you…» – only so the Sacred Poetic Beast answers and continues to run further… Continues to run further in spite of the fact that there is NO PLACE to run already and in front only the TRAPS are waiting him. Yet: «Will you believe that pain in my nerves while I answer that hypnotic test?»… what the test-text? The hypnotic Text of Death of God!
Why do they consider us separate?
When without one, other won’t exist;
Are these thoughts mine?
Or is it you fiddling with my mind?
Can you control me?
Are you my master? Do everything I do is on your command?
Exactly so! The brave Death of God is always better, than shameful and slavish «life hypnosis» of the «one-dimensional man». The Evil Wisdom of the Wolf as Death of God is always better than any «kind lie» and «eternal, too all eternal» Mankind Preservation.
I want to enter the church of all wolves,
Taste the drops of that holy water dripping,
From bowls of baptism;
Witnessing flights of flying lions,
While they roar and
Drop dead – still alive.
Therefore, when Akshat Sharma does the poetic signature: «Yours, Only yours, Mortal Man», he use cunning here, because the Akshat-Wolf knows that he is more Beast, than the man. He – the Holy Wolf, Which beyond of God and the man, but always on the side of all the brothers wolves: «With their paws making way through shattered and broken glass»… The Truth of Poetry Doesn’t tell lies as a man, but lies as dead God, which suddenly, being fascinated his Own Absolute Emptiness, ceases, at last, as a «divine milksop» to jabber away and concoct the paradisiacal cock-and-bull story’s about the himself obligatory and instructive Resurrection. To hell! Dash you! Because for True Poetry is much more important «Slithering snakes, flying eagles…», but Not own [essentially] «god».
Boils of fury would have been enough
But the burn of existentialism is far worse
Than ashes of death …
Beasts don’t sleep at night;
Reflect your judgment,
Not all who wander are lost, they have lost.
Id est for the Akshat-Wolf Great Harmony yet is possible, but this Great Harmony is a merge of the Beast and Light, Heavens and Lightning Flash! This Harmony is possible only in the presence of the one Terrifying and Ruthless Order:
CELEBRATE THE DEATH OF MAN!
They call me brutal;
And so I can say I live.
मै, तो सिर्फ एक मुलाजिम हूँ
नाम चाहे जो भी दो
Poetic «blasphemy» of Akshat Sharma – it is his real, but concealed and revenging «I» of Holy Wolf, and simultaneously am there is an «sly cover-up» for Covert Revenge of The one Who isn’t known even for Akshat-Wolf: «Often your own questions / Answer, long unsolved riddle»… And consequently: «Your god never believed his god». Because this «God is dead!» And all around – only «Flowers of his fray». From here are originating the Secret of Hatred at Poet to the «poetry» and its false «good»:
Befriend the wars,
Befriend the grave-digger
Befriend the bullet to bless your temple and serve blasphemies to daggers and acronyms
Befriend the tear-drops and oceans
Befriend the holy unification
Befriend the abyss and heavens
Befriend earth and birds, dogs and wolves
Befriend the needle-woman and her meadows
Befriend the bushes and fields
To whom? To whom «Befriend» in the first and last out of the queue? – To Dead God!! Because «It’s all in a cryptic script» – vigorously and confidently tells poet-futurist Akshat Sharma: «I might give it a shot!»… What for? So as to realize only One: «Am I cruel?». But you…
You can float within and
Foreword by Azsacra Zarathustra at book “God Is Dead” (Author: Akshat The Reflection Sharma)
are mere delusion –
Death is Death.
«Adam Donaldson Powell and the Death» – so originally I wanted to name these timely reflections about the rebellious poet and his natural last Not poetic, but real action – about Death. However: «The Death is Death» and anything poetic in Death (especially during present time of total tolerance, spiritual deviation and occurring everywhere a treachery of soul) Is not present! The most severe aloofness and the maximum cruelty of consideration of Death is always necessary for the original poet, how and only That he Never can to seize, snatch, put one’s paws of his any the «illusory rhymes», «optimistical metaphors» and the vigorous «speech figures». Id est: each deadly poetry is senseless flirting with «death illusion», but Not the desirable secret contact with Death. Just so: the Death at all times did Not love, does Not love and will Never love poets and the more so Never will deign to give them any «mystical indulgences», to award them «literary paradise holidays» and to give «immortal personal advantages». The Death is Death! … It – at once! – without sobs and tears has well understood Edgar Poe, wearily having cried out (having cawed out!) on the whole world his ruthless a corvine verdict: «Nevermore!». Even such wise both firm/stout poetic prisoner and evil cogitative hermit as Ezra Pound, having scented of reality of own Destruction, wearily, but, however, without especial grief stated: «All my life I believed I knew something. But then one strange day came when I realized that I knew Nothing, yes, I knew Nothing. And so words became void of meaning. I have arrived too late at Ultimate Uncertainty». He has hit the nail on the head! Only «Ultimate Uncertainty» – here Is sole thing that each poet after the own real Destruction receives. In other words: the True Death (as a savage/ferocious Riddle of Forever Impossible!) Never Shouldn’t confuse with the simple and-or difficult «the rhymed end» of yet more illusive «dying», «disintegration» and «dissolution» of literally Never Nonexistent «poet». Therefore, we are repeating once again – three times! – «The Death is Death» … The Inscrutable Death always beats any poet, in so doing even Without taking the own initial Pack of Cards. Even the greatest verses about Death written by the higher geniuses in the ancient time, (Alas!) do Not suit even the primary alphabet of the Endless Textbook of Death. At the best: the selected poet can die in Death Game as the Pure Child beyond of Good and Evil, the Riddle and the Solution, the Muse and Poetry …
When Adam Donaldson Powell wrote own the mystical novel «The Tunnel at the End of time», he hoped to outplay, deceive and even to win Death, but now when the Death much too, too close, he has received a necessary Enlightenment of Will (perhaps – the Iron Satori of another Divine Game!), namely: proudly and courageously to take a Death Without fear, fulcra and equilibria … Without a repentance, an award and punishments … Without births, eternity and the end …
And at that time: the Tiger runs further [!]
Critical essay by Azsacra Zarathustra for book “2014: the life and adventures of an incarnated angel”
Maybe I am an Owl – with all knowing eyes and a scowl
Who could fly at night
Give people and mice a fright
Wait for the early owl.
“Will she be a witch”? Yes, certainly! And it (the book) is full of “unlikely – karmic surprises”. All black and white cats meeting her in Millington Street know it. For she doesn’t write poetic books, but she more likely learns to read with the fingertips of spherical music containing sacral ornaments of poetry. Her art of poetry reminds one more of the secretly seismic stratigraphy of words, the incomprehensible tomography of sound, than literature usually does. Storm music of the Moon-Sun and the conjuration of magical words: “Through laughter – tears – hopes – fears”… Barbara Mercer! – the mystical Mercer: the most exquisite “tissue of the Graceful Word” for the elite. And it simultaneously means to suggest – that which quiets the storm of poetry – and is urged “to plumb the mystery”:
As the golden eye
We see beyond
Into the past
Into the future
Barbara Merсer never asserts, doesn’t give ready answers (sign: !), but as ancient Pythia, insinuating and using deep interrogation (sign: ?). Her poetic work of departure – “little red book of poetry” – under different covers, always thinks: “Secrets”, “Mystic Wills”. Always: “Ready to reveal/Deeply held secrets”. And it is not simply “a Victorian throwback”, but the evidence of triumph, laughter and the pursuit of Eternally Young Blood:
Sharing the golden elixir
Of life –immortality
So, what does her alchemical “the golden eye” see?
Behind–bending in front of
Mountainous black clouds
Shocking… everything is shocking! The sensual luxury of her poetry is necessary by design – “frenzied whirling”! Furious Thunder Storm! Probably, it is precisely therefore – “poets collide”. A grand battle of Thunder and Lightning – there ever since the early childhood has secretly bewitched Barbara Mercer: her “a small red tattooed heart”! Yes, precisely so: the furious and severe Storm of Spirit is necessary for the most vulnerable Heart, the most sensitive Soul. What for? Because in the unknown Heavenly Garden “deep red roses” blossomed eternally. Because the young love of Spring triumphed over the Fury of Winter – frightening even the Deity of Revenge!
The challenge of severe winter storm
To show our hardy heritage
As it is in our Canadian veins
And it becomes even more courageous… and more resolute:
As we face into the sting of bitter furies
Sliding along – leaning our way home
Through a glistening snow bound mystery
Through crackling – singing – a concerto
Perhaps this is also a last “Concerto for Cabbagetown”: “Waiting/To be set aflame once more/To be the”? Burning Piano? Saison en Enfer! Because:
Heart of stone
It is as though Eliot has spoken: her poetry and a life – “of old stones that cannot be deciphered”. So nobody ever manages to decipher the Music of the Thunder. A piano expressing the Enigma of Lightning. Initially the blinding lightning, complete with gargoyles spewing, magical dogs, wise werewolves, foreseeing cats, etc. These are all closer to Barbara Mercer, than the lost luxury, beauty and exquisiteness of the Wonderful, as experienced by one-dimensional people. These are the “unthinking masses”, “the uneducated classes” – merely disdained “gigolos of existence”, “gutters gushing” of life, which are just a few examples of her brave, sensuous and joyful words.
We are spoiled
Here in luxury we dwell
Learn to cope will power
What is disaster
For us but not the worlds view
It might have been worse
Even “the best love” of all these wretched people – an inevitable lie, a primitive social fake, “a grand illusion of/LOVE”! To HER it is – HUNGRY ILLUSION! – a passion to always resist the inexorable TRUTH OF THE PURE STORM:
Streaks – searing
Stabbing – calligraphy
Arc shaped – M shaped – N shaped
T shaped – A shaped
Jagged – verticals
And this Exquisite Purity of Lightnings for Mercer also is:
Entering her nostrils
Entering her lungs
Entering her heart
Why? Because there was a magic “stalling for a moment in mid air”! A bewitching instant with the weightlessness of Proud Spirit. A bright flash! A crack of thunder! And then:
Rivers speeding – heaving
How I love this
Even the word “forest” is written by Mercer with “rr”: forrest! To underline the Grand Superfluity of the life of wood. An eternal ramification and Impetuosity of Existence. In the face of deathly danger she speaks simply and with detachment:
I am the canoe in our myth
I am a Canadian
Let’s ask a question of this Canadian sibyl once again – why do we need it all?
Once imprisoned – buried
Butterfly released from cocoon
So, it is all necessary so that she, as the fine bacchante of the god Dionysus, could eternally deign “To Celebrate/With champagne/With horns and flutes/With dancing and kisses”. This is original Poetry – always mysteriously “resting on a branch”. Poetry is for Mercer like the “Queen Bee”, “bathed in light a Heavenly aura”, “honey locust leaves floating”. Hidden, enigmatic “conversation with trees” and “lightnings”, unexpectedly (suddenly!) passing in Space Fight of Thunder. Who are you – “bird or Devil”? “The passion of flowers”: is this your thirst for new, even more delicate Flowers of Evil? Well, so it has been since Ancient times: to only the Most Exquisite Soul (one!) is known the “calligraphic – runic symbols” an approaching Storm of Spirit where “lightning flashes Purity”:
Solid gold emerges
For here – in Absolute Purity! – the Deity and the Sun are equalized. Here “the Moon – the immortal – the seer” fearlessly peers in “black runic symbols”, in spite of everything, to tell the “Yes” lives. Theatrum Chemicum. Philosophic mercury in action! Therefore, for Barbara Mercer, a “full moon morning” is also a “bright sunny morning” – “moon rays” are “sun rays” – “Rainbow” is “Thunder”. Or as Thomas Eliot might have said: she has come therefrom, where “the fire and the rose are one”. From here and this filled with magic nostalgia and latent expectation of the Eternal Tempest, brightly flashing lines:
Lightning – crackling – searing
Jagged incisions – cutting through the sky
Flashing into my serene – calm – tranquil world
Heil, Blitz! Precisely so! Barbara Mercer primordially knows when the Thunder Storm comes, from the quiet world there remains only “window panes shudder”.
Forever and forever?
Forever and forever?
Yes! I hope…
And again I, involuntarily, recollect Eliot’s words: “And a time for the wind to break the loosened pane”. Because (already from a poem of Mercer): “Did this provoke its ire? To strike with storm?” Eternally, all are necessary for a “heavenly Aura”: new and new “waves – marching without mercy”. The thunderclap is the modus Vivendi! “Grace to the Mother/For the Garden/Where all love ends” (T.S. Eliot). Well then: the love is a masquerade of the artful witch. A concert as quinta essential… Destruction (Ending!). It would appear that Barbara Mercer’s quiet and pacified poetic world actually is “splitting in the skull”, “twisting in the fingers”, “tearing in the belly”. Its – “wind whipping tender leaves”! Mercer it knows it from the depth of the magical blood, as the ancient Celtic crow:
Full of intelligence, cunning, and playfulness
The crow – guardian – a creature whose far-seeing eye
Saw past – present – future – all at once
And even more of anxiously and dangerously:
Soothsayer – death creator cleanser
Taking away all that was decayed
Therefore “Concerto for CABBAGETOWN” is (actually!) the magical concert of Fearless Lightnings for all the mysterious, the unknown, the terrifying Universe of Spirit which, being in the Eternal Rupture, can (right now!) prepare for us a final Thunder Storm!
But also this, based upon the Purity of Ancient Poetry, – is accordingly:
As the struggle continues
Foreword by Azsacra Zarathustra at book “Concerto For Cabbagetown” (Author: Barbara Elizabeth Mercer)