Monday, April 9, 2018

2018 9/30

(38.) HALPHAS, or MALTHUS. - The Thirty-eighth Spirit is Halphas, or Malthous (or Malthas). He is a Great Earl, and appeareth in the Form of a Stock-Dove. He speaketh with a hoarse Voice. His Office is to build up Towers, and to furnish them with Ammunition and Weapons, and to send Men-of-War19 to places appointed. He ruleth over 26 Legions of Spirits, and his Seal is this, etc

Tower of armaments.
Of ivory, of lebanon looking towards damascus
Watch-tower of the north.
Grail-tower. Rook and elephant
Ruined tower on the plains of Shinar
and confusion of language
tower in the waste, childe roland to the darke tower came
dream tower of the city of the dead

Signal tower of a border kingdom
watchtower on the endless wall of “not us”
of war's thin ribbon, tower heaped with bodies
and all else fallen
war-engine heaped from the bodies of the dead
siege-tower, supply cache and missile silo

tower of the dead city, ladder of lights
chapel of mammon, smokestack tower
and lightening rod, temple and high altar,
mountain of fire

dove of the flood
hollow-tree, ring dove
dead dove in the desert.
Dove of the pentecostal fire
to be eaten in sacrament
dove of the lie of peace
descending eagle and snake on the stepped pyramid
butterflies and blood on the altar
dove of holocaust, of burnt offering
eagle on the stanchion of rome,
on a bomber's nose
black cross and double eagle
dove and tower

tower of wealth, and the hungry below
pigeons in the eaves

2018 8/30

PHENEX. - The Thirty-Seventh Spirit is Phenex (or Pheynix). He is a great Marquis, and appeareth like the Bird Phoenix, having the Voice of a Child. He singeth many sweet notes before the Exorcist, which he must not regard, but by-and-by he must bid him put on Human Shape. Then he will speak marvellously of all wonderful Sciences if required. He is a Poet, good and excellent. And he will be willing to perform thy requests. He hath hopes also to return to the Seventh Throne after 1,200 years more, as he said unto Solomon. He governeth 20 Legions of Spirits. And his Seal is this, which wear thou, etc

The burning house rebuilds itself in the dark.
Crawls back up from ash and mud
and the ghost-ship windows
of 1368 norfolk
light up the crazily tilted mailbox
the ditch, the gravel half moon drive
the mushroom rotten bench

inside, the rusted piano wires
unburn to bright silver
tune themselves,
play “beautiful dreamer”
in ponderous time
play “shall we gather at the river”

the crowd of radios sing hosannas
to be back from the dark,
the flame crawls back into the electrical outlets
and coils to sleep inside the Cathode ray tubes
and welding tanks
the rags unrot and sinuously writhe on the bedroom floors

the old papers and glass, the sewing machines and mattresses
the washers and dryers and a hundred kirby vacuums, the broken mirrors
crawl out of the catfish pond
and slink across the grass

rank kitchen of moss covered pots
the bones of a thousand mice
My old jacket with the silver-sprayed Anarchy sign
my rain-warped Rembrandts pulled from the garbage
my golden fish swim in their drawer
my weed, my bottle rockets, my Jack Daniels

pepto pink walls and dog-smelling carpet worn thin
inside, I am dead, and singing.

2018 7/30

(36.) STOLAS, or STOLOS. - The Thirty-sixth Spirit is Stolas, or Stolos. He is a Great and Powerful Prince, appearing in the Shape of a Mighty Raven at first before the Exorcist; but after he taketh the image of a Man. He teacheth the Art of Astronomy, and the Virtues of Herbs and Precious Stones. He governeth 26 Legions of Spirits; and his Seal is this, which is, etc.

black birds wheel against the sun
scream in the tall corn
sit implacable on the porch
when I left the dead city for good
lining the powerlines in the not yet morning
a murder-choir in the trees beside the baseball field
choir, imprecation of angels,
blue joke about doves

Caruso, our schoolyard singer
gleaming irridescent and starless
tapping on the windows, clever thief
instructor of children
thought and memory,
sitting in the fork with me
for hours, unconcerned
jewel-eyes shining in the forever-summer light
while I hung in the weeping tree
above the rusting washers and bicycle wheels
wasps and brown eyed susans

the fly-bloated possums and eyeless raccoons
and their roadside ministers
thieves of corn and silver
what have you taught me?

2018 6/30

(35.) MARCHOSIAS. - The Thirty-fifth Spirit is Marchosias. He is a Great and Mighty Marquis, appearing at first in the Form of a Wolf18 having Gryphon’s Wings, and a Serpent’s Tail, and Vomiting Fire out of his mouth. But after a time, at the command of the Exorcist he putteth on the Shape of a Man. And he is a strong fighter. He was of the Order of Dominations. He governeth 30 Legions of Spirits. He told his Chief, who was Solomon, that after 1,200 years he had hopes to return unto the Seventh Throne. And his Seal is this, to be made and worn as a Lamen, etc.

kingdoms on the border of sleep,
fever-mapped vertiginous forests
and rivers that subdivide into endless deltas
endless, autumn hedgerow of spindle sticks and worm-eaten flutes
great stone head and monument of fire
crowd of stars reflected in a tar-black pool
lightening illuminated stone pillar, tower of bottles
each have their minor lord,
great,rain swollen midden of trenches and bloated bodies
fallen bridge, cracked road
forever burning house, empty city
and night in which the slow, ponderous things
scrape their heads on the firmament
where the red blood bell squats on the highway
where the buzz-saw lights rip the world open

great toothed mouth of a door
whirl of dying machines
in corridors lit by sputtering lights
the count of the 4 am hospital
the king of the all night bus stations
Marquis de Carabas, sharp clawed and full of whispers
among the wheatfields and empty train tracks
the ruined carnival, the warehouse of rotting crates
the faceless man, the cat with too many legs,
the eyes in the stairwell, white cat, dazed ox, black dog

attendant lords and petty nobility
of the court of hell,
of the wolf pits
of the knife edge between worlds
of the dark, rank chambers of my sleeping

2018 5/30

(34.) FURFUR. - The Thirty-fourth Spirit is Furfur. He is a Great and Mighty Earl, appearing in the Form of an Hart with a Fiery Tail. He never speaketh truth unless he be compelled, or brought up within a triangle, Ò. Being therein, he will take upon himself the Form of an Angel. Being bidden, he speaketh with a hoarse voice. Also he will wittingly urge Love between Man and Woman. He can raise Lightnings and Thunders, Blasts, and Great Tempestuous Storms. And he giveth True Answers both of Things Secret and Divine, if commanded. He ruleth over 26 Legions of Spirits.

The creaking voice of the lying angel
crooning, owl song of my father's
old tinsel in the tree's branches, shining
as the ice melt gluts the creeks

onion grass and ramps crawling from the dead world
the truth, spoken under complusion
whatever did not rot in the soft wet winter

the house burned away to ash
and the toad in the well-head
cafish swimming over the old washer
the jagged edge of fill and trash and mosquito larvae in old buckets
and the ceaseless rain through the oaks

no confession in the lines of his hieratic scrawl
serif-less, scrambling line on an envelope
of silence, of blood-money

praise buzzards and their naked heads,
their monklike tonsure,
the way they eat the hearts of roadkill deer
like a kind of prayer, head bobbing, wings outstretched

Friday, April 6, 2018

2018 4/30

(33.) GAAP. - The Thirty-third Spirit is Gaap. He is a Great President and a Mighty Prince. He appeareth when the Sun is in some of the Southern Signs, in a Human Shape, going before Four Great and Mighty Kings, as if lie were a Guide to conduct them along on their way. His Office is to make men Insensible or Ignorant; as also in Philosophy to make them Knowing, and in all the Liberal Sciences. He can cause Love or Hatred, also he can teach thee to consecrate those things that belong to the Dominion of AMAYMON his King. He can deliver Familiars out of the Custody of other Magicians, and answereth truly and perfectly of things Past, Present, and to Come. He can carry and re-carry men very speedily from one Kingdom to another, at the Will and Pleasure of the Exorcist. He ruleth over 66 Legions of Spirits, and he was of the Order of Potentates.

In my father's house,
books survived the flood
I cut the pages apart with a knife
the books themselves
swollen, broken backed
almost inconceivable now

To think of information
as a thing that lived in objects
as a scarcity, to be mourned
in burning libraries,
in my father's warped, labeless albums
he saved from the fire
and I played, warbling and slow

finding tracks that could be saved
information that was not corrupt
The memory palace, and what inhabits it
the thing that shirks the eye
rats and roaches of memory that will not die

a house, before the VFD burned it down for practice
the living room a litter, a nest of tattered books
dead mills and manuals, parchment yellow and soaked with rain
a schematic pinned to a wall, eaten by silverfish
mice nesting in chewed papers and old photos

2018 3/30

ASMODAY.--The Thirty-second Spirit is Asmoday, or Asmodai. He is a Great King, Strong, and Powerful. He appeareth with Three Heads, whereof the first is like a Bull, the second like a Man, and the third like a Ram; he bath also the tail of a Serpent, and from his mouth issue Flames of Fire. His Feet are webbed like those of a Goose. He sitteth upon an Infernal Dragon, and beareth in his hand a Lance with a Banner. He is first and choicest under the Power of AMAYMON, he goeth before all other. When the Exorcist bath a mind to call him, let it be abroad, and let him stand on his feet all the time of action, with his Cap or Headdress off; for if it be on, AMAYMON will deceive him and call all his actions to be bewrayed. But as soon as the Exorcist seeth Asmoday in the shape aforesaid, he shall call him by his Name, saying: "Art thou Asmoday?" and he will not deny it, and by-and-by he will bow down unto the ground. He giveth the Ring of Virtues; he teacheth the Arts of Arithmetic, Astronomy, Geometry, and all handicrafts absolutely. He giveth true and full answers unto thy demands. He maketh one Invincible. He showeth the place where Treasures lie, and guardeth it. He, amongst the Legions of AMAYMON governeth 72 Legions of Spirits Inferior. His Seal is this which thou must wear as a Lamen upon thy breast, etc.

We stood on the rooftop, bedsheets flapping around us
a chalked circle, white pillar candles
the town of Athens, Ohio
laid out below us, with it’s haunted graveyards
secret tunnels, it’s hangman’s tree

The angels of the hours laid out on paper cards
around the names of god
the pentacles, the mirrors
the shoplifted incense cones smouldering away

drunken kids on court street howled at the moon
the townies chanted Enochian, Latin, Greek
drank stolen wine, smoked shake
ate speed, read Barret, and Crowley and Cavendish
called out Aeshma Daeva, Asmodeus, Asmoday

The demon of the book of Tobit
that haunts the marriage bed
is driven from the home by the smell of burning fish

nodded in the candlelight, his chimera heads
flickering in the candles
ram and bull horned
he stood in the triangle of evocation
spirit of the wounding spear,
that sword salve, that tendril of unholy desire
to wrap around my heart
the broken tip of a spear, the unhealing
wound of my sickness,
of never-enough love,

grail-king riddled with poison, magus
dead thing on a throne
in a room of hoarded things
worm in my core

Tuesday, April 3, 2018

2018 2/30

(31.) FORAS. - The Thirty-first Spirit is Foras. He is a Mighty President, and appeareth in the Form of a Strong Man in Human Shape. He can give the understanding to Men how they may know the Virtues of all Herbs and Precious Stones. He teacheth the Arts of Logic and Ethics in all their parts. If desired he maketh men invisible, and to live long, and to be eloquent. He can discover Treasures and recover things Lost. He ruleth over 29 Legions of Spirits

From Proto-Indo-European *dʰwer- (door, gate); compare forisforum

That which is outside the door
that waits, and does not knock
the clatter of branches against a window
the call of cats, of animals in the walls
tatter of trash bags in an old fence
strings of wire singing in the wind

amongst the trash
animals root among old bones
and rags, and grudging green life
crawls from the cold ground

 the ring of firelight fails in the dark
home of lost things

Sunday, April 1, 2018

2018 1/30

The Thirtieth Spirit is Forneus. He is a Mighty and
Great Marquis, and appeareth in the Form of a Great
 Sea-Monster. He teacheth, and maketh men wonderfully
 knowing in the Art of Rhetoric. He causeth men to have a
Good Name, and to have the knowledge and
understanding of Tongues. He maketh one to be
beloved of his Foes as well as of his Friends. He
governeth 29 Legions of Spirits, partly of the
Order of Thrones, and partly of that of Angels.

In the deep pools of the river
there are catfish, big as a volkswagon
every small town tells
how the divers go down
near the dam, in the deep black water
come back grey haired
never dive again

in the deep pools and bogs
broken gold, and men with their throats slit
fed to the deep place
to the dark water
the river's feast of heedless children

the monstrous shudder of leviathan
of the serpent that girdles the world
the old mother hag, and kelpie-horse
that lives in the well, in the crying oven
foundation of the deep, the keys of the mouth of hell

Fornus, meaning oven
meaning foundry and refining fire