Germanicus
08-23-2013, 09:37 AM
Thus in his poem “Feelings,” dedicated to his childhood sweetheart and later wife Jenny von Westphalen, Marx expressed both his megalomania and his enormous thirst for destruction:
Heaven I would comprehend
I would draw the world to me;
Living, hating, I intend
That my star shine brilliantly …
and
… Worlds I would destroy forever,
Since I can create no world;
Since my call they notice never …
Here is a classical expression of Satan’s supposed reason for hating, and rebelling against, God.
In another poem, Marx writes of his triumph after he shall have destroyed God’s created world:
Then I will be able to walk triumphantly,
Like a god, through the ruins of their kingdom.
Every word of mine is fire and action.
My breast is equal to that of the Creator.
And in his poem “Invocation of One in Despair” Marx writes,
I shall build my throne high overhead
Cold, tremendous shall its summit be.
For its bulwark – superstitious dread
For its marshal – blackest agony.[2]
The Satan theme is most explicitly set forth in Marx’s “The Fiddler,” dedicated to his father:
See this sword?
the prince of darkness
Sold it to me.
And
With Satan I have struck my deal,
He chalks the signs, beats time for me
I play the death march fast and free.
Particularly instructive is Marx’s lengthy, unfinished poetic drama of this youthful period, Oulanem, A Tragedy. In the course of this drama his hero, Oulanem, delivers a remarkable soliloquy, pouring out sustained invective, a hatred of the world and of mankind, a hatred of creation and a threat and vision of total world destruction.
Thus Oulanem pours out his vials of wrath:
… I shall howl gigantic curses on mankind:
Ha! Eternity! She is an eternal grief …
Ourselves being clockwork, blindly mechanical,
Made to be the foul-calendars of Time and Space,
Having no purpose save to happen, to be ruined,
So that there shall be something to ruin …
If there is a something which devours,
I’ll leap within it, though I bring the world to ruins-
The world which bulks between me and the Abyss
I will smash to pieces with my enduring curses.
I’ll throw my arms around its harsh reality:
Embracing me, the world will dumbly pass away,
And then sink down to utter nothingness,
Perished, with no existence – that would be really living!
And
… the leaden world holds us fast,
And we are chained, shattered, empty, frightened,
Eternally chained to this marble block of Being …
and we –
We are the apes of a cold God.
http://occidentaltraditionalist.wordpress.com/2012/09/12/karl-marxs-poems-to-satan/
Im not so sure that Karl Marx was satanic. These verses from Marx's poems seem more overman than satanic.
When I read these poems by Marx they reminded me of a poem I wrote a while ago called Beyond. (:
Beyond
Brain matter beneath my nails
Fragments of smashed skull
Ripping out entrails
Of victim to the cull
This is no vivisection
I bite into your heart
Beyond disaffection
I'll tear soul apart
I want to taste your pain
Savour it a while
Feel my terror reign
See my evil smile
I'll give you decimation
Erase you from existence
Hear my proclamation
Futile is resistance
I killed Tyler Durden
Killed him really slow
He became a burden
So Tyler had to go
I have become a God
I have gained ascension
Scorched earth where I trod
Im in a new dimension
Charged through the Ninth Gate
Satan bowed before me
Riding on my hate
I came with no mercy
I put Satan to the sword
Burnt out the flames of hell
I now control his hoard
Beyond where mortals dwell
What? (: See mines cooler because I murder Satan. God has been dead for a while now. I am all about murdering Satan.
"Where has God gone?" he cried. "I shall tell you. We have killed him - you and I. We are his murderers. But how have we done this? How were we able to drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon? What did we do when we unchained the earth from its sun? Whither is it moving now? Whither are we moving now? Away from all suns? Are we not perpetually falling? Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions? Is there any up or down left? Are we not straying as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Has it not become colder? Is it not more and more night coming on all the time? Must not lanterns be lit in the morning? Do we not hear anything yet of the noise of the gravediggers who are burying God? Do we not smell anything yet of God's decomposition? Gods too decompose. God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we, murderers of all murderers, console ourselves? That which was the holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet possessed has bled to death under our knives. Who will wipe this blood off us? With what water could we purify ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we need to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we not ourselves become gods simply to be worthy of it? There has never been a greater deed; and whosoever shall be born after us - for the sake of this deed he shall be part of a higher history than all history hitherto."
http://www.age-of-the-sage.org/philosophy/friedrich_nietzsche_quotes.html
Marx was an overman not a satanist. I was thinking about The Whore of Babylon(:when I wrote my poem not Satan. I doubt the above verses are 'poems to Satan' like some seem to think or say.
Marx was overman.We kill gods. God is dead. Do we not smell anything yet of God's decomposition?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K6RUg-NkjY4
Heaven I would comprehend
I would draw the world to me;
Living, hating, I intend
That my star shine brilliantly …
and
… Worlds I would destroy forever,
Since I can create no world;
Since my call they notice never …
Here is a classical expression of Satan’s supposed reason for hating, and rebelling against, God.
In another poem, Marx writes of his triumph after he shall have destroyed God’s created world:
Then I will be able to walk triumphantly,
Like a god, through the ruins of their kingdom.
Every word of mine is fire and action.
My breast is equal to that of the Creator.
And in his poem “Invocation of One in Despair” Marx writes,
I shall build my throne high overhead
Cold, tremendous shall its summit be.
For its bulwark – superstitious dread
For its marshal – blackest agony.[2]
The Satan theme is most explicitly set forth in Marx’s “The Fiddler,” dedicated to his father:
See this sword?
the prince of darkness
Sold it to me.
And
With Satan I have struck my deal,
He chalks the signs, beats time for me
I play the death march fast and free.
Particularly instructive is Marx’s lengthy, unfinished poetic drama of this youthful period, Oulanem, A Tragedy. In the course of this drama his hero, Oulanem, delivers a remarkable soliloquy, pouring out sustained invective, a hatred of the world and of mankind, a hatred of creation and a threat and vision of total world destruction.
Thus Oulanem pours out his vials of wrath:
… I shall howl gigantic curses on mankind:
Ha! Eternity! She is an eternal grief …
Ourselves being clockwork, blindly mechanical,
Made to be the foul-calendars of Time and Space,
Having no purpose save to happen, to be ruined,
So that there shall be something to ruin …
If there is a something which devours,
I’ll leap within it, though I bring the world to ruins-
The world which bulks between me and the Abyss
I will smash to pieces with my enduring curses.
I’ll throw my arms around its harsh reality:
Embracing me, the world will dumbly pass away,
And then sink down to utter nothingness,
Perished, with no existence – that would be really living!
And
… the leaden world holds us fast,
And we are chained, shattered, empty, frightened,
Eternally chained to this marble block of Being …
and we –
We are the apes of a cold God.
http://occidentaltraditionalist.wordpress.com/2012/09/12/karl-marxs-poems-to-satan/
Im not so sure that Karl Marx was satanic. These verses from Marx's poems seem more overman than satanic.
When I read these poems by Marx they reminded me of a poem I wrote a while ago called Beyond. (:
Beyond
Brain matter beneath my nails
Fragments of smashed skull
Ripping out entrails
Of victim to the cull
This is no vivisection
I bite into your heart
Beyond disaffection
I'll tear soul apart
I want to taste your pain
Savour it a while
Feel my terror reign
See my evil smile
I'll give you decimation
Erase you from existence
Hear my proclamation
Futile is resistance
I killed Tyler Durden
Killed him really slow
He became a burden
So Tyler had to go
I have become a God
I have gained ascension
Scorched earth where I trod
Im in a new dimension
Charged through the Ninth Gate
Satan bowed before me
Riding on my hate
I came with no mercy
I put Satan to the sword
Burnt out the flames of hell
I now control his hoard
Beyond where mortals dwell
What? (: See mines cooler because I murder Satan. God has been dead for a while now. I am all about murdering Satan.
"Where has God gone?" he cried. "I shall tell you. We have killed him - you and I. We are his murderers. But how have we done this? How were we able to drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon? What did we do when we unchained the earth from its sun? Whither is it moving now? Whither are we moving now? Away from all suns? Are we not perpetually falling? Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions? Is there any up or down left? Are we not straying as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Has it not become colder? Is it not more and more night coming on all the time? Must not lanterns be lit in the morning? Do we not hear anything yet of the noise of the gravediggers who are burying God? Do we not smell anything yet of God's decomposition? Gods too decompose. God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we, murderers of all murderers, console ourselves? That which was the holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet possessed has bled to death under our knives. Who will wipe this blood off us? With what water could we purify ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we need to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we not ourselves become gods simply to be worthy of it? There has never been a greater deed; and whosoever shall be born after us - for the sake of this deed he shall be part of a higher history than all history hitherto."
http://www.age-of-the-sage.org/philosophy/friedrich_nietzsche_quotes.html
Marx was an overman not a satanist. I was thinking about The Whore of Babylon(:when I wrote my poem not Satan. I doubt the above verses are 'poems to Satan' like some seem to think or say.
Marx was overman.We kill gods. God is dead. Do we not smell anything yet of God's decomposition?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K6RUg-NkjY4