Aquarius: The Revolution of Predators
Hieroglyphs:
thousands of mysterious drawings made of drops of salty sweat
on a creased tin-plate-like homunculus-mask
Gelded , the good Abélard,
(A pair of spiders weaving webs from Héloise's brittle bark-hole
to the varicous crust of the moon...)
Mourns the galleys that sunk in the depths of the sea
"This is not our world," she whispers gently,
and like guilt incarnate, she is embraced by a God
trembling with pagan intoxication
A hideous, degenerate witch's night,
The age of Aquarius is coming. He gives names to hitherto nameless rivers,
rowing on a halo galley.
Gorgon-cluster: a multitude of coagulated, dried-up serpent -
whips snap,
he’s submerged, the incessant siren calls
summoned him to ancient realms.
(Translated by Gabor Gyukics)
Eon
(Tarot, Major Arcana XX.)
Initially, the beginning seemed closed,
the serpent bit its own tail... Now, opportunity
drifting fateless.
Close to certainty, the answer is no longer clear.
Amorphous drops of wax on the wrinkled, pink
crepe-paper: the puppet's wax flows...
A balancing plunge on the edge a peeling message
Dirty green parasite-coating,
Emperor Domitian poking caught insects,
sticky abdomen substance on the quill.
Gilles de Rais chanting dirty rhymes
in the ears of fat brats, writhing and whimpering.
Only the acceptable
work where the structure explodes (the supports and other handholds
are just sneaky traps of interpretation).
The artist is a Dual God: the manifesting Ra-Hoor-Khuit,
and the hiding Hoor-Pa-Krat.
The wind’s yanking a ragged "Jolly Roger"
(elongated, artificially distorted skull,
a cauldron’s foaming from below, the marks are
self-sufficient and indecipherable,).
The slimy wreck of a ship is grinning on the beach. The islanders(a sophisticated, degenerated species, close to extinction) are
watching all the arrivals from the steaming marshes.
Midgard is dead, so is the gas-masked Fenris... the broken reeds
would love to smile, "ashen jasmine leaves..."
- the poet sings again wildly.
(Translated by Gabor Gyukics)
Laszlo Aranyi (Frater Azmon) poet, anarchist, occultist from Hungary. Earlier books: (szellem)válaszok, A Nap és Holderők egyensúlya . New: Kiterített rókabőr. English poems published: Quail Bell Magazine, Lumin Journal, Moonchild Magazine, Scum Gentry Magazine, Pussy Magic, The Zen Space, Crêpe & Penn, Briars Lit, Acclamation Point, Truly U, Sage Cigarettes Magazine, Lots of Light Literary Foundation, Honey Mag, Theta Wave, Re-side, Cape Magazine, Neuro Logical, The Daily Drunk Mag, Unpublishable Zine, Melbourne Culture Corner, Beir Bua Journal, Crown & Pen, Dead Fern Press, Coven Poetry Journal, Journal of Erato, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Spillover Magazine, Punk Noir, Nymphs Literary Journal, Synchronized Chaos, Impspired Magazine, Fugitives & Futurists, The Dope Fiend Daily, Mausoleum Press, Nine Magazines, Thanks Hun, Downtown Archive, Hearth & Coffin Literary Journal, Our Poetry Archive (OPA), All Ears (India), Utsanga (Italy), Postscript Magazine (United Arab Emirates), The International Zine Project (France), Swala Tribe Magazine (Rwanda), The QuillS Journal (Nigeria). Known spiritualist mediums, art and explores the relationship between magic.