| B |
irches bend beneath the weight to young lads
Climbed atop their supple branches
Springing back with the sap of Dionysus
Lost to a bitched world gone bad in the teeth
that cannot come to grips
Rotten brickwork in city slums
Held together by fetid mortar
Nations with its millions un-employed boosts the
Number of passive receptors:
Sodom of Thames . . .
heralds' conditions of imposed unemployment and that of being passive recipients of all that you are shamefully made to accept. Sodom on Thames is clipped from Canto CV by Ezra Pound, the twentieth century master of epic verse. While Sodom was that wicked city in ancient Palestine notorious for vice and corruption, the specific event Mr. Pound was referring to was the battle of Waterloo, 1815, that provided an opportunity for the Rothschild Banking Family to make an unprecedented fortune out of events. Jacob Rothschild, a Paris banker, had the earliest news (with an agent close at hand to the battle) of a French defeat. Word was sent (some say by carrier pigeon) to his brother Nathan, a London banker, to spread the news that the French had won and Napoleon was on the march to London. This caused an immediate panic on the London Gold Market, spurred on further by Nathan's rapid selling off of gold shares. Everyone holding shares began to sell for whatever they could get, fearing the worst with Napoleon's army soon to be entering the capitol. Before the close of business Nathan bought back everything he could get his hands on. By nightfall word arrived that the English had won, and Napoleon had retreated in defeat, but not before the house of Rothschild had made a staggering profit at the country's expense.
The implicit association between sodomy and fraud was not an original one by Pound, for he was thoroughly familiar with Dante's Divina Commedia. It, of course, was the earlier poet who cast Sodomites and Usurers, those that commit fraud by cheating through interest-taking or any manipulation to the value of money, into the same circle of hell for their acts against nature. Dante, in turn, drew his reference from the Canon Law of the Church that prohibited both acts and condemned those who practised them.
| B |
anks payout "say" four percent on
cash deposits
then automatically double their holdings
counting them twice
as both cash on hand
And capital to rent
Making it ex nihil by law
So many times over actual deposits from
all John Thrifty's.
Legal privilege of
BANKERS ONLY
passed into LAW by your representatives.
Any bank offers a certain annual percentage rate to those who deposit money with them. It may be four point something or five point this or that. The key point is the little understood mechanism known as the 'fractional-reserve system.'
Furthermore, the banks double their holdings precisely by those laws that allow private banks to record all savings deposited with them as both monies available to be lent out, with interest of course, while at the same time saying it was all there in the bank, if and when people wanted it back. Therefore, it is doubled, something out of nothing, created ex nihil, from the Latin, found in the codex of early Roman law. One such law in the US was the National Banking Act of 1864-65, which firmly established the control of issuing credit and currency in the hands of private banks. Mr. Lincoln was dead set against the Act and by more accurate accounts was the reason why he never saw the final one. Latter developments such as the Federal Reserve System, established in 1913, and the Bretton Woods of 1944 were other dramatic milestones. This wresting of control and power to create was firmly established by laws all passed through both "houses", the legislature and congress, allowing the private interests of bankers to do what no other business or individual or the nation itself, for what matter can: multiply their assets by some magical number (at times as much as ten) then lend again credit on that exaggerated amount, issued on worthless paper at interest rates of 13, 14, 15% or more! This ain't taught in school and no modern course in economics ever touches it.
| F |
Orgotten Jefferson said: "You can
Set up in the occupation of lender
If you have it to lend."
T.J. read a book or two
and damn well knew of William Patterson,
Founder of B of E in 1693' or four
who wrote to prospective shareholder:
The bank hath benefit of all monies
which it creates out of nothing."
Crime of the centuries and case
still unheard.
Return to school book arithmetic
Add bank's deficit of lent money
to your government gets posted in their books
not as debit but an asset (damn blasted)
which, again is multiplied by: times X and
paid for in more taxes
handed back to bank with
Guaranty written on your backsides.
(Culpability not erasable).
Imagine a plain classroom with an earnest schoolmaster equipped with a long pointer that taps persistently at a simple math equation written on the blackboard. The point is that when a bank lends money to the government, they (banks) don't record it as a debit from their available funds, but are allowed by law to record it as an asset. What this boils down to is that an asset is something you have. A debit s something recorded on the debt side of an account book-something you haven't. The fact that banks are allowed to record a minus as a plus and then multiply it to be yet even more is criminal. The interest payments alone owed to private banks on any nations' National Debt are mathematically impossible to put in the black. This is as true for the U.S as it is for Nigeria and Mexico, while the significant difference will be that as Americans or Frenchmen experience high interest rates, higher taxes, rising unemployment and increased crime, the world to the south is experiencing famine and civil war! The tax-paying public stand as guarantors while spuriously created "wealth" is used by the banks. This simple math is damn easy to understand, yet remains obfuscated to nearly everyone. Further leverage is added by the bank's ability to raise or lower interest rates: increasing or decreasing the amount of capital in circulation. (The Federal Reserve Bank, privately owned and controlled and not to be confused with Fed. Government, sets the prime interest rate that all other major lenders follow)
| w |
alking back from Bloomsbury
along Great Russell Street
past Cavendish Square's old Georgians
through London's prime real estate
City boast highest repo rate in Europe.
Each hour a home lost:
"To kill a man
with a club or sword?"
"No difference."
"With a club or system of government,"
asked Mang Tsze?
"No difference," said King Hwuy.
Economics! Says Ezra, and
tantamount to murder wrote Cato,
a century B.C. drove the s.o.b.'s
out of the temple: first pogrom
before the Church lost her will.
Bloomsbury is that wonderful old section of London where the British Museum library is located. Many scholars have done their research under that laurelled dome, sat in the local cafes, frequented the now famous bookshops and taken rooms in nearby rooming- houses. Unequivocally an area imbued with tradition.
Great Russell Street runs past the museum and on across the Tottenham Court Road. Further along, by a bit of zig-zagging through 16th and 17th century mews and alley ways you come upon Cavendish Square, built during the Georgian are. (The four dubious Georges ruled Great Britain from 1714-1830.) The square remains one of London's elegant residences. While standing in sharp contrast to rotten brickwork in city slums, the variance to the old world elegance here is made with reference to recently disclosed statistics from BBC-TV special report on the catastrophic number of middle income families that lost their homes through foreclosures during the past year. The rate being a horrific one every hour for the entire year (1992) in the U.K.
The rhetorical dialogue from "To kill a man" is from the Book of Menicus (Mang Tsze), the ancient sage who lived a hundred years after Confucius and continued in the great master's tradition. Cato, the younger, roman statesman and scholar, 94-45 B.C., opposed Julius Caesar and was known for his incorruptible honesty. His view was that usury (that word to stand for not only the taking of interest on money but all manipulative cheating that arises from its abuse) was tantamount to murder and should be punished accordingly. Cato wrote that a hundred years before Christ drove the moneylenders out of the temple where he taught.
(A pogrom: forceable ejection or persecution of an undesirable group within a society.) Numerous pogroms were conducted, often by official decrees, throughout the history of Europe. Some of the most famous often involved Jews, though certainly not all.
One could insist that it was a Jewish temple where Jesus taught, while the important point inferred was that if there was a persecution (of the moneylenders) it was, I pray, for a reason. Not wanting to read more than what is implicit by first pogrom one simply is aware that there were others. This can become sticky, for some of the more well known pogroms, particularly in England, involved Jews. That for these too there very well were reasons and that they can be connected to the infamous practises of money lending at shocking rates (see Shakespeare's Shylock) compounds the problem. Popular history tells us that as the Jews were denied access to other more honourable areas of trade and craft, the only job available to these poor wandering immigrants from the Russian steppes was to become bankers and stockbrokers. (The law of usury, forbidden the Christians by their Canon Law, conceded some ground towards removing the barrier (or at least push it back) by Calvin (1509-64). Of course, it is vehemently prohibited by the Law of Moses and appears as the vile word neschek in the Hebrew scripture.) If by consensus it was true that no other opportunities other than money lending and pushing junk bonds were available in the past, it certainly is not the case today.
| c |
utting across to Hyde Park, walk quietly
in dark afternoon.
London sundown by half four
Statuesque chestnuts stand shrouded in
Night air as warm friends in a cold January
Coming all this way to live her tragedy.
Beauty not lost in battle.
A rendezvous at the Cafe Flo
a door opens with a warm glow bursting
against a cold face recovering
an hours walk from B.M. to Kensington cafe
Guardian's HEADLINE spells no relief
from late Robber Max Smell's buggering British public
"Waal.... I'id sug-jest
"a commemorative...yurinal
eerected in iz memree."
Instead a shrine
on top of Mt. Zion
where already fetid flesh was flown
within hours of being dredged up like a sunk'n sow
(off the Canary Isles)
now (questionable) remains in Sepulchre of gold
guarded by Geryon,
three-headed beast previously employed
In Dante's 8th circle of Hell, London WC1,
Watchtower over Sodom, overlooking the Thames-
Usurers, sodomites, committers of fraud and
Defilers of Art and Religion
Contra Naturam: against natural increase
and the abundance of nature.
In the Name of God the Most Merciful the Compassionate
"Attacking false systems merely harms ya"
Spoke Kung-fu-Tzse,
As he made his way
On a well trodden path
By the light of a prophet which preceded him
Yet who would be born after.
The Guardian, a well known London rag, provides an obvious pun on 'spells' as does Pound by frequently misspelling the Rothschild' name. On such choice spelling was Stinkschuld in Canto LII. Schuld in Deutch denotes debt, something the odious Rothschild's were aptly to make. From Goethe's Faust we have the line Ich heiβe die Schuld, "I am called guilt", revealing a dual meaning with curious connotations. This gives rise to my Max Smell from Maxwell, the nefarious financier that had just left the British public poorer than all previous crimes of theft combined by defrauding the pension-fund accounts of thousands of workers (for companies he owned or controlled). Big Bob's body (weighing in excess 300lbs) was found floating near his yacht, anchored off the Canarie Islands. It was indeed swooped down upon and air-lifted to where it was buried in an impressive mausoleum on top of Mount Zion, one of Israel's holiest sites. Geryon, a three-headed beast found in Greek mythology was used by Dante in his Divine Comedy to guard the eighth circle of hell in which he gathers those condemned for unnatural acts. This brings to a close a often vituperative panoply.
Kung-fu-Tzse, the non-Latinized pronunciation of Confucius joins to Muhammad, the Seal of the Prophets, showing two ends of the same tally-stick, (one of Ezra's well liked metaphor's) that indicated that great men of knowledge, however separated by continents or cultures, would be in accord with one another.
| T |
he master Kung collected the odes
And put them in order.
He gave the words "order" and
"prefer your brother."
Respect ole folks and bring the youngns near.
100 years later Menicus proclaims: "ditto, I'll have the same"
And the granaries were maintained.
The channels of distribution un-clogged
From the fat of hoggers:
Moneyswine that suck off all healthy trade.
The toa/way is clear
Toa as intransitive verb is (to) process
Which is how Uncle Ez, neo-Kung-fu-Tzsian used it.
Muhammad, peace be upon him, brought
A live transaction دين
NOT STATIC religion as State
"It's getten late, boys
"lets not sit around
"thinking about the hereafter
"there is a heck-of-a lot of work to do"
"This hella-hole," seza Danny, "ainta noa place...."
to show
make clear
manifest
The market is like the mosque
Keep it clean from impurity, i.e., usury
No special privilege in opportunity to trade.
Given whole earth to pray on
No need to pay rent on a bank note
He, God bless him, gave folks a free market place
That they could seek their provision without impediment.
Again, no need to pay rent for space to buy and sell
oR
for purchasing power
all of which gets added on to the cost!
Which is more damn-it then folks earn
So debt is, sprout you bumpkin, made incumbent when the former (fortemente)
Is abandoned for latter
"Gosh paw this surn heck don't sound like ree'ligin"
"Hygiene son. It's about keepn clean"
"I have brought the great ball of crystal:
Who can lift it?
Can you enter the great acorn of light?"
Questions, ladies and gents, that still need answers. Needs a people with a prayer and the gall to do it.
| T |
hen let the knot untie and wash ashore
pearls scattered upon staried sands,
that we might read the ideogram's
ancient story written in flesh blades of sea-grass
bent like bird's feet gone past.
A hundred dinghies drift into the bay with
Red lanterns lit to Adonis
from the altar of a grain goddess.
The old women of winter draped in Demeter's shawl
Stand in doorways looking out to sea
Where long-ago husbands lay buried
beneath the ocean bed.
French farmer's crops left to rot, while
unsold Spanish potatoes are
banned from the poor in Plaza Mayor
To protect the price of subsidized imports
dumped in supermarkets:
"Monopolists, obstructers of knowledge
obstructers of distribution,"
Getting fat during lean years.
So I'll coil this rope 'round my forearm
And take leave to Genoa Bay
To find work and the woman
with Circe's hair 'n emerald eyes
Not go home to die
in frost bitten New England pond
no not by a long shot,
I've got plenty more work 'n' days.
Only trouble is the money's no good
Not worth the paper and taxed before your sweat dries.
If I could find that grotto
where the hearty women serve mellow wine
in honour of Odysseus
and workmen throw down their silver
for their evening libation
before tak'n on home to rest
in the soft nest of night planting deep
the shoot of tomorrow's harvest.
Awake! Awake! from the dark grape grey
of sea-cliff waves capped in ocean foam
bursting in suspended sunlight like falling stars
upon the sand.
Go back weary traveller to Ithaca or Providence,
back to your native birches bent beneath
the weight of freshly fallen snow.
As the first gold thread of dawn was drawn
across the horizon
He awoke upon the beach, naked, alone. She
Pallas Athene appeared
Out of sea-mist, white with a pilgrim's tunic edged
in indigo, she presented to him.
Scented he, the sailor, prepared for prayer
The rush of blood brought back his colour
And as his pallor vanished so did she, Pallas Athene
He stood
and bowed
then prostrated
Before the Majesty and Beauty of All Existence
peace peace peace
until the rising sun shone high above the horizon.
Our friend makes his way towards the town to find his son, Telemachus, and raise an army.
POSTSCRIPT
The crime of usury is not and has never been one based on race.
"beyond race and against race"
From Addendum for C, written in 1941
From the Cantos of Ezra Pound
This is not an apology (by Pound or myself) for not having subjected ones work to the procrustean bed of political correctness. The Rothschild and Sassons were who they were, as were the JP Morgans and Metevskys. Maxwell, Milken and Soros, all thieves of one sordid sort or another, who were willing to turn a profit at any cost. Today the people of Chile, Iraq or Poland - share the all too common fate of dangerously being in a land made safe for democracy and capitalist investment.
And it certainly is not - my intention to see this serious matter further obfuscated by emotionally charged attitudes towards race. Nor, if it is after all necessary to be so damn Wilfred S. BLUNT, is it acceptable that the crime remains protected behind the highly charged web of racial-slur.
Ideogram: Fidelity to the given word.
The man here standing by his word.
First appeared 1996, London, Newport
For Hasan
Ses Ailes de geant l'empechent de marcher.
From L'Albertos by Charles Baudelaire
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