Ghost Of Tolstoy © Surazeus 2024 12 22 If I walk backward into my old house two thousand miles away across the land where I used to live forty years ago, I might review what happened in the past to understand how I got where I am, but I just stare at blank face on the wall. I lie on my side by the Christmas tree, reading War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy, while Mount Rainier shimmers with silver snow framed by square window of the living room, while Reagan rants about the evil empire where ghost of Tolstoy wanders in the woods. Eight years later, while I stroll with the crowd of punks on University Avenue, I meet the ghost of Tolstoy by the bank, old Russian forest wizard with long beard and ice blue eyes who walked across Siberia and escaped by ship to live in Seattle. Sitting on bench under the tall red alder, I write lines of verse in the black sketchbook with the fountain pen full of demon blood, then Valentin, the Russian forest wizard, reads my poem with ice-melodious voice, then declares, "True poets are always mad!" While sitting in window of my apartment above bookstore named Beauty and the Books, I see bright flash of lighting open portal through which Athena on twelve wings of flame appears to me with eyes of blazing faith, then bears me to the peak of Mount Rainier. "True name of this sacred mountain," she sings with voice of ocean waves in swirling snow, "is Mount Takoma, Star Goddess of Milk, equal to Parnassus and Helicon for Muses who inspire poets to sing emanate from crystal heart of this peak." Handing me eye-phone and maple guitar, Athena touches my forehead with light that fills my heart with mission to compose epic poem about wise philosophers whose ideas form dream ontology that programs how our brains perceive the world. Following Jonah sea to shining sea, I avoid sitting at the White House gate to hide my face as the messiah sleuth with seraphic mask of the cosmic herald to prophesy fall of America so we can create free Zarathia.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus and Ghost of Tolstoy teach the young cosmic herald how to compose magic spells that conjure visions of the apocalypse which reveals Heaven on Earth.
ReplyDeleteValentin was a real person I met in Seattle in 1990, an engineer in the army who had escaped Russia, and he really looked like a Russian forest wizard from a fairy tale with long hair, sharp nose, and piercing blue eyes. I talked to him about 3 times and then he disappeared and I have no idea what ever happened to him.
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