(Tarot Major Arcana 1.)
by Laszlo Aranyi (Frater Azmon)
First verse-embryos. Fantastic spirits
from sinister witchcraft.
(Sober idiots! Idiot poets!)
And the nadir: sober poets; two-legged horse's whatsits the lot of them…)
Thus did the maker awaken to his own creativity,
and the ever-ongoing psychedelic dervish-dance gave birth to things akin to poems.
A work of art: wizardry. (Even the word is hard,
hears, feels. Embodied Akasha-wing.)
The fifth in four, in forms the agent that lays bare
(Spasm epitaphs, fake Morgenstern gallows-songs,
in the crumbling-decaying
divine witchcraft of the flesh… Incidentally, I have been
a "body-washer- poet" to this day…)
But the immovable has stirred;
the assassin-vigilance of ecstatic jihad.
To face the multitudes!
Creation is the revolution of the Chosen One.
Translated by Leslie A. Kery