immodicus6 fghgfhfg "The Thetikomatheia" (thetikos{positive} amatheia{ignorance}) I submit this work in dedication to Sir Thomas Browne and that Greek poet, and also grammarian, Lycophron whom wrote as a show-piece for the School of Alexandria. "I abhor all common things"- Callimachus "The text no larger then the limbs of fleas; And every square of text an awful charm, Writ in a language that has long gone by.....but the long sleepless nights of my long life have made it easy to me."- Idylls of the King. --------------------------------------- Immodicus Diligo Iter itineris Forgotten art all things which lovely lie: save what canst, with ease, thus find, thou who dost inspireth e'en as the statue of Eutychides of Sicyon whence supplied that incanous genius of my quiet breath, wheresoe'er thine every image is kept, that oft-times hath charm'd allicient casements, thereof so opening, unto the mind, that thou mayst preventeth I from that misguided wont to needing hitherward live as Erebus doth enjoyeth, who art every Poet's father, by the way of Aether and Day, that I calleth the penitence of stealing from thee to those amenities of my thoughts' place in pathless and intemperate hope which lies by that politic venue to such lonely dayes a' far from Corydon and Thyrsis who wrote great eclogues by their homely glades. O for I attended a youthful suit in those broken slaves, who whence calling themselves Artists or Scientists, conceive thereof a scholar of the World's wayes- or e'en some reverential Sui generis certified to honoreth, uponeth that altar of our Immortal Traits, those judgments and candor wherewith God Almighty advocated his most tortured race: that his natural image, in Man so thereof begotten, dost thereupon falter grace the experient calculation unto which He entereth Beauty into Time and Place that he canst removeth Man from those beatific movements of Life's natural state for in the Soul's immurements of the Soul, which Philosophy we so dost calleth, without the guide of love, there art a plenty of Men who abide by this laughable faith. Forlorn! The foil of Our afflicted conceit canst not observe what Thou hath brought in Heaven that is life's enthetic happiness which mine sound thought oft hath caught to so readily visit in those newly garnered investures that twas, thereupon my hours, oft given to that Epinician World that I dost calleth Hope and that thou blessedth- of hitherto wanting thee over the writing of: O for thee who in the race of Thalestris hast been hereof introduced unto I whence charity was first let down from such ambition that thou, in thine own perficient motion, thereof canst beset these solifidian Poems that art so beauteous like Cleanthes and his universal prayer which, to Zeus, was drawn and so as to enliven my good heart but also so as to, however so gradually, inciteth I towards the continence of those good parts, which oft born to thou dost I hark for I, delighted nigh, as Apollonius of Tyana, in this ascetic hermitage, hence recognize that for the Truth to thou I mayst embark. Thou heard Wisdom in her choreutic and ecbolic tones and captivated thy Soul shalt forever call that music Home. And every time I fall in love I take a particle of her Beauty with me, as Euryalus and Nisus, the ideal friends, doth fight, to my own Soul that I canst become a genus of that love untaught- that I canst become an Angel of the above unsought. Prey tell, that I, the collector of names, should ask thou ordained captain of my faith- thou inservient messenger, what canst thou be called truly save the Parthenian day like Pausanias at Syene wherefore the sun dost no shadow cast? That thine grace doth I testeth like Eris' incentives in her apple passed or e'en in that cautious will of God whence it dost so passey exerted so doth to cause to climb the inimitable purpose that the Fates do lay and thereof inaugurated in the one latreutic body on the Earth doth the anxious contest of finding and treating what love thou gave so pervade the teaching of a philosopher hence to leave wonder averted that thine true Wisdom and Grace canst be revealed unto mine Birth of the Poems hence that I surrendereth unto thine beauty as thine deserves. What Capo Ducato thou canst provide, which from the Sea dost elect to rise, that hath been here welcomed, in the dust converted, those Dead Men thereof that all, in the policy of thine to keep, the shining vision of your empaestic want, dost findeth triumph to ever sleep so that in Our death to the World thou wilst the World keep. Every key applied to the sky was crowned— of Stellae erraticae, Pleiades, Hyads, the stars 1 which within The Soul art crudely sound, that, standing unto, thou might riseth to Pity the world for whilst our dayes have seen: The sun, 2 when first by him the world was turned to die, in it's inscient currency, and he hence treated us withal action sly and of eyes that aspire to Heavens one couldest only dream- but that one mayst write, or hope, or with grope, or of sing- thee should maketh art the only thing compensatory known which with thine contest dost leave to us to Our admonished Home that entailsest thou dost knowest to pity that obtrusive spring within our own lucent eyes that would Feed'st thine Soul and poetry of vinous contempt and those services of lies when should cometh the hallmark of that recursive beame, hark, that to preventeth one's hopes of meeting wives it dreams. That celebrity of Beings higher; 3 thou canst not tempt that coming parhelic circle- 4 how in the still and shooting rayes, of the Dietetical soul, loitering amidst the staid current of our sight will thrive a deal of new earths, Orbes, and shooting rayes, of life: which in manhood's strength will inundate to please thee - Great sight 5, who had but thy inspiration given, No matter through what danger sought I'll fathom hell as Æneas and that bough 6, e'en with it's veridical lentitude, which now through all the general show of this Taste, has brought your body up beneath your presuming face which now around me layes like Enna or Umbilicus Siciliæ 7: or Proserpine's sacred grove that, as Cicero will point out, was within a day's journey of the nearest point on all of it's three coasts, like you, who's strange situation leaves you yet commoner then most: and hence a landmark amongst the penumbra of women like that queen Semiramis who by doves was fed and oft thou bathe in thou vale that is sororal and I in the variegated flesh of good hope. Time, who art the expiscatory Lord of my Soul's thought, how crude but curious thou doth grows't and how truly brilliant it is when thee canst unnerve the wide world and effused seasons as thou whilst wander'st, to the back of me, thou who causeth I to think myself some luminary of the universe: for thou art the caustic ether which surviveth Our cogent liqueur that, in condign interest, whilst seem to hang me in the fixtures of the most important amongst the Napaeae which art whimsical. Time, thou first created thing- Time, preceding all, for it is in only you that things art given precedence or newness- you art the chief intoxicant, the strongest effect is in your consumption of consumption itself. The universe, being first inlaid with your drug, leaves countless ages of insobriety for all things under you are forced to take you and to you become addicted. For you I, this glutton, be: to devour the tears That fill’d the world's due, and by Time's disease, Who's tender countenance, of him makest a legislator of sorts, o' er which a government was made which did roundeth nations out of thoughtful glades. That is to linger in the thought of Poetical truth- which curses Leo of Isauria 8 and the books of the Sun of science 9, and aims to reveal the world's freshest ornament and to eat the riper [8] should, whilst he bathe at sea, thereby that only herald to the world's due- and knowing withal modest kingship of thyself thy own, to thine own vernation surrendereth thy sweet self too Lest once more wandering from thee that I live- for it is more than willingly that I livest for your gift: for more than willingly I would neglect with my eyes, that wishing, hath been fixed to staring upon an object to concise that to be the object of my wish it would have done you so. I, in my pelorian and syndetic state, out of well-tuned sounds, by unions carried, do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds In singleness the enatic stars- do I consider every thing that thou receiv'st And, having climbed that true concord of your huge theater, presenteth nought but an itinerant service in your effulgence of ignes fatui. For what, if I die, would'st thou love me not even that what hath I yet obtain, I could give: which should be termed desire; and almost like the only sweets of our Earthly revenue. To thy safe bosom I live, for more of the wandering of my everlasting stress. I could once obtain, but I would give: Which should sufficiently be full complete and nothing wanting but the art of love- a sap checked with Eclipses of my memory as it came to pass collected in your Septentrion. After Death- that is the death of love- left nothing is, and from the laic divide, shouldest the wise Inquireth or come to figuring how to devise? When a spoil of books shall besiege thy self alone, thou of her prime: thou mightest get a sum of my old excuse proving your incidental expenses yet, Attending on my own new-appearing sight and still Serving with thy self dost thou spend upon thy time thy own which is aureous to only you. She, I suppose, was such another who found no substitute for emphasis; vacant of celations, her Pacific bust gives promise of the skin's excellence. But philosophy is known to draweth up the weak, in her engraft, and in her art they lulled to sleep; like those Bees who frometh Sephalica dost migrateth deep. Search, into the social thought of, while thou wilst of Reason, for that line which nature twists be known. That thou art, to all the devils, inclined to learning in this sum of nature's motions that I canst never die and, reading them like the celestial shield of Nonnos 10, or the veil that Josephus talked on 11 which with the constellations of Heaven was decorated or even that ovoid stone bearing an inscription for Sargon I in dedication to the temple of Sippara 12, it would come to passey that reflections unto you were sought Till death abrupts them, and that instructive light, Whose weary beams may on thy works to read, That learning them in thee I shall havest my life. I may on thy Maker's will; for unto reason go, To ransom truth, e'en to read, that I might award reason My great, sacred, oath: revealing Devils in the sacred plan and professing in the the synectic smile, thereby unto the Philosopher's rights that I would defile, or that I shall drive, backed with the spoils of nature, to stoop again below those Penates of the less divine 13, Who's cernuous roses, for unto reason flow, to ransom truth, e'en to replete the proof, of Love's sometimes being but the grace which fascinates that to each other tie. God, 'Then, by your favour, anything that's writ Against this with unwonted thought as when homeward I despise: this charity supernatural, with it's own erotic tribe- whose talents lie in pride and vanities, and when come to be enjoyed tear apart our World whilst the wretched man or a churchman who thinks, like sort, his actions in their fellow slaves to soar aloft, Will call the hand of Arts to tame them in entertainment? From my human heart, worthy of forgiveness, With one impulse propels that bard Who's famous with such authority, Who's famous with eternity alone: Not unlike Lel and Po-Lel 14 who, chasing each other, do cause to being precipitated the aestival spirit. Masters, I propose to be the mind, when sixty years completed be, can from his shell, painting with a scholar vain who is it for recompense, to behold a world that already slumberest deep that I may succeedeth to make my own circle of Vico 15 ; all for one hero who but knew his own receipt and made a lambent sunbeam in succinct lies he designed to tell which would seek to illicit in his animal's life profiting and causeth the world no longer to it's rest in peace. I hate the bee whose sting is called enjoyment: [ie. orgasm] Ah, happy, happy love! Thou art the most timid Silenus. For ever bid the infinite movement of youth before my sight where wasteful Time debateth there with only dicacity and will, in benignant form, doth tease us out of each other's woes so that love's familiar and intrinsical parts and all their style I'll read and in His greatest power hide, stealing unseen that I may outlive my love engrafted hence to this separation with one I hath supposeth died; and there reigns Love, and a ransom of all triumphant splendour unto thee- so let him here who doth hence remain to see me and calleth himself in the name of Reason's pride- That Earth, Sea, and Air- supplied- should keepeth me in this dapatical monument of the morning's eye alive! EVEN as the shadow makes me first I burn, with such true-love, in such a common one, In shape, in sight: It is in you that I have come from this thrall, hitherto in some remote corner of your tissues, all. And for my sake, whilst thou lay on me alone, Take all my sake to model races newer. Thou shalt remaineth, in the midst of conticent nobility, Eclectic and oscinian musician, unwearied in your exemplary labor, as Numa Pompilius 16 who, in the name of Vesta, constituted that temple thereof where the sacred fire burns for I, myself, hath consigned to createth one of yours- thereby that thou shalt commandeth, as Philopoemen's urn 17, The threshold of Earth's beauty as the convict of your form: A little town you are, shaped thereby heroic deities, and of a Botany so splendidly wrought. But reason dost tease us out of youth before this sight; and thou depriveth me of partaking samples in a garden who's plants drawest breath up in your only human passion which canst grant them life. Our Earth mothered Man, and thee did mother Her; Thou who couldest write the stars in numbers fresh for I. Philosophy! My ineptitude of thinking shall not persuade me that I, the blind, do clearly see of you who art but a thought which in this breast of mine doth cover me: or at least my Soul, that which in thee time's furrows, is so old. In you man faced the problems of his life and climb, said then his rage, His swift pursuer from Hope to immund Idols: and hence name them Reason, Truth, and Scope for Eternal Justice was layed vanquisht after these appear'd. But philosophy herself, oer' which these pretensions fall, is far more kind and the kindest still, of man's expenses all, who is not the distant seraph rowling in Heaven that sat on thrones which, oft reassembling our convincible Powers, Consulted how the fervent Clime smote on the Nations round For those that, being males, were caused to listen and to bound and to sacrifice their eminence to this forlorn Patron of the proud; who's method causes one to think himself, like a young Artist, a member of some sacred Kind, though with more efficacious and more intently present mind, for Philosophy, that masculine practice, being named but only the pursuit of knowledge is thereby apt to becoming a vehicle for poetic thought. DESTINY WHO ART THOU, HUMAN LOVE'S OWN BODY, THAT, INSPIRING ALL CONJUGATION, IS THE FINAL MUSE That you are fair or wise and forever good; That if one thing is vain Or strong, or generous, You must add those tyrants to your sword. The sap of Art, procured in gentle work, dost stain The lovely gaze where to me thou repliest, Or rememberd where every eye was born To make the fashions of perpetual sight my license: Beauty is a nativity in You, O like Epimenides 19, And to all your untaught strain- for Beauty is Success and in success thou dost campaign- for ever will the lovers new, by you, pronounce their independent Muse. I would livest yet an Ecbatana 1 hence knowing where, unto the Pinax of Cebe, 2 wouldest that epornitic issue of Thales 3 collect to supporteth mine soul to traveling and treasure like from the way my pen couldest move to thee so in that diuturnal natation couldest I yet ever leave that can be lived by I what nescient and long lasting worlds! AND into which the Enneads of Plotinus, 4 as it were that they shouldest about one groweth, were like pale angels which in imitativeness did explain you who art a mother to me like The Suidas 5 or the Theatrum of Ortelius 6 or even those lands of Sidon, 7 into which Jesus and Herod 8 passeyd, or the Origines of Cato 9 which of the cities of Italy would tell or even shouldest you be like that Tower of Persia, 10 mentioned in the works of Procopius of Caesarea, wherein one was buried live. What of God's design which is deictic 11 that, in supinity, should have it that those measures of your youth should causeth me, in mine, a learner of Palaemon? 12 The erroneousness of the part that is my greatest calls; that in God's edict I had only, by the face incanous, 13 came so as to chance unto contention that surviveth without name. I saith; that if God, of want, should uniteth the Men of Earth unto his Heaven then why art those men so disposed towards these feelings which, unaccompanied, do so readily evoke a feeling of divine consummation? For when merely the thought of you, which is like the Statua of Janus, 14 causes to issue Salmacis 15 and, like that redolence of Nilica, 16 which doth causeth to being lulled entire throngs of Indian Bees, 17 does seduce me; no longer mightest it be of my own fault that an atheist I am. So, to I it seemeth, whom is that Ephebus, 18 of considering and the trumpeter of allusions vein; that only by that negligible admonition which hath long- sense, unto mine mother, escaped from memory and from inundations grows whereof the Albino Star does liveth with such a needfulness aside that novity which is idle- idle always- and confideth I in simply a body which is nascent and henceforth but a partial erudition of your laws: does the pensive world judge me - after which an Amazon I read and did sing the news of Numa and Egeria 19 if I was another unto which the Italian goddess climbed like Pausanias and the Xoanon 19 being thus discovered for I have readeth yet those Protreptics of Iamblichus 20 yet it is come to Eat the Brain 21, Ecce Signum, 22 I am like the root of Iberia 23 whence to try your navigations. That when the Daughter of Heaven, 24 on that Sicilian Plan, raiseth the Fig, 25 whence The Saturae of Ennius 26 infuseth our land, hark that Enipeus 27 of the Peneios 28 couldest not allow and neither would the Erembi 29 on who's shores mariners scowl. Neither will this Earth avail, at last, because it is to small; and too small for I withal sixteen years did swallow Greece and who is, before this canescent 30 Earth, nothing but a fossil wandering; some exotic species that the Earth couldest not yet release. Time, being he whom is the most illiberal and consecrated of the sons of Discrimination, saith withal heart like Pallenia: 31 on these subjects which seem to pleaseth mine ears with efficacious song as in Planctus Cygni whereof for the Sun the Swan does long. For if a man is but that which he knowest of or if he is his philosophy, then it should be quite idoneous to find that I knowest of a substance far more ancient then the blood of men and thereof I am antiquated as the river Inopus 32 that has a connexion with the Nile to find the poet begging, unlike Theon the Scholar, for he was hence appointed to the Alexandrian Library last, if all the world I could see was a world no higher then men canst dream. In that line oft which Cardano of Pavia 33 enojyeth to making I find myself of wont to herein imitating as I know the final line of Ars magna which oft we are abating with concerns this Heaven's writ I hath felt such need to making that only once dost it be written that thou canst defend the ancients. I did sing for thee; Greece, Phoenecia, the Mount of Cyllene 34 and also an opulence of epithet which, in columns, hath thrived. Knowing with certitude that my mind shouldest give I stove with only a greater celerity towards that which is arborescent, which is where my mind couldest end. Ever still: I findeth difficulties in the absconding from these knowledges as I do requireth of a greater element then that of your prognostication and idealizing for, as of yet, I've yet to sow in your name as many worlds as Anaxarchus hath concieveth 35 nor have I produceth like the Corinthian 36 sort that is feminine; which containeth your oscitant novity and that you and civilization art synoecious 37 and that you succeedeth like Armenia; 38 and wherefore I couldest yet advise in the scholar nor venerate like a poet: for you art like the vines of Jerusalem 39 and you shouldest be called that gem of history who's Heaven couldest revealeth itself unto the philosopher with those comforts of which only poetry couldest provideth; and that detail wherewith these epithets and sciences renewest. Whensoever the seal of Parturition 40 doth confide in me that Cydonian 41 bough- of apples golden- couldest I, some most inconsiderable one, infected by those Pierides 42 whom is as Eson that collected dye- 43 presume diligently, with rectitude, in one contracted notion which by my capital attests to those lines which hitherto should follow: Twas' right I, by the votaries 44, recline that I: may sip sweet the ideas of their faith defined which seemingly from the river of Lydian gold 45 do flow and which like Etrurian 46 pinions seethe insouciant like some Thebian princess 47 doth never letting go; that I could raiseth mine kingdom in her midst as those Argonauts whom to Colchis sailed 48 ever absenting mine Tyrrhenian house 49 in bliss from whence some Temple of Thessaly 50 was detailed- flying the river Euleus 51 which divideth the city Susiana from Elymais 52 and, cultured from the Garden of Alcinous 53, I speaketh Geoponica 54 as I should find my way as noble Cyrus did; 55 wouldest thou contracteth the Enneads 56 that I lived in peace with Dietetical conservations, had my soul dance never cease; hath I never disregard to take of Phaedrian lake 57 or by Piraeus 58 sail. As it was that they 59 had set their eyes on that with which they longed to kiss; as I must navigate that Emathian shore 60 from whence now only the shadow of that love I tell implores inasmuch as auletic 61 songs, which of the Pierian cord, are licensed with only those eclectic minds with value as the silk of Tyre 62 or it is like the avian thought which invigorates my night causing me to towardeth it's Elitist tune climbing go: and happens to provideth that most Cyllenian 63 invention which causeth in my mind a beauty that is Ephestian 64 only; for, inasmuch as I have knowledge over those spheres of unusual word, and uncommon myth and name I riseth higher yet then either Euphorion or Lycophron hath commiteth as that is my own nature and the nature of my game and I am now like that muse of Euboia myself whom also commandeth the Nemian flute. But ever- still, the luxury of poetry succeedeth in a women; and leaves and words are always lesser then that. As it was, whilst in my mother's midst, with that Galatean doll from whence I made a kingdom stalwart- and produced my rarified fluid was I to reap the fortune that my Muse was payed by henceforth acknowledging that which God infuseth; thereby inheriting those sovereignties of my own facade. AND Twas' tamest wild, by that Avian Cord, and the Ichneumon's qualm, (1) when muse contained, by orient shell and inocciduous balm, (2) hence had inclineth by it's thural Strain; Typhon and Ecnephia whence above great Paropamisadae did I soar as Alexander and withheld the Cataonian plain like twigs of cedar. (3, 3b) As fragrant waters curdled rain, hitherto becometh grander, that Syconia, which are the fruits of the Fig, perchance could live longside those loaves and opsonium by which man was nourished and which, like the Phoenician trade, doth requireth a league so as to, in dehiscence, and in their own times be cultivated; that in the forest it is this tree that provideth everlasting frutage. 070714 what's it to you? who go blather from