Old King Cole

[Guest guest]

Good morning---I think,

This morning the upper air is charged and the clouds

are thickening, it seems as though we are in for a blow,

rain and snow---ho-ho-ho!

It has been a dry winter, but that may soon change, but,

meanwhile Helen's brother and sister are still here with

their spouces, and the house is now the habitat of the

quiet shattering, chattering Magpies, streching the truth

or telling lies and ear-splitting screams while playing the

game of cards, the silence lying on the floor in shards.

Why is it that on the night that witches prowl and wolves

howl, and the children go trick or treating, tis always the

little boys that tricks and little girls that treats.? ( sweets )?

And it is known by many, that a certain 'Cotton-tail' that

keeps popping up out of her hole, in not beneath a trick

or two when the opportunity arises. ha!

Not to speak of the ladies of the night who also turn a trick

or two, if the price is right. ha!

Without Mystery and Intrigue what is the pointless point of the

jointless joint, to ask the unanswerable question, about the

ascending intuition, or the reasons for the seasons, while our

reason pluments into the unreasonable bottomless-pit.

Take me back again to that sacred silence of the Eleusinian

Night. Where the scent of Heavenly Roses lingers in the air,

rising above the intoxicating fragrance of the Earthly pale-sick

blooming Narcissus.

What then is Narcissus, the flower causing the maid to perish?

Its name, 'Narkissos,' has its root in the word. " to intoxicate, "

to stupefy, " to plunge into forgetfulness. "

The most intense intoxication with life, the end of life, the falling

into the abyss---death.

The pale flower of the grave, " heavy-smelling, " barydmos, the

terribly sweet corruptibility of love-desire ( " every act of sexual

intercourse is akin to murder " )--such is the meaning of Narcissus.

In the life of all humanity, as in the life of every human being, there

comes the moment when the soul suddenly sees death.

This moment is the blooming of the mortal flower, Narcissus.

It is not surprising, then, that various mythologies recognize a most

curious analogy between the divine ambivalence of the Trickster,

Joker, Conjurer, and Player.

What else can we do, but to learn how to play the Game.

Regards

S.C.