The historical sense to which our New Europeans lay claim with such gusto
is derived from a centuries long mingling of classes and races.
Thanks to this mingling, the past of every form and mode of life
now streams unchecked into modern souls…
Our instincts run back in all directions simultaneously,
so that, we have ourselves become a sort of living chaos.
The spirit, again, immediately perceives an advantage to this cultural dilettantism.
Our pallettes can quite easily accommodate both Homer and Shakespeare
in equal measure and yet still revel in the clashing colours
such a combination inevitably produces.
…Are glad to accept that standard
by which those bestowed with an overplus
of spirit become their equal.
The struggle for equality before divinity
is for them a way of life…
That high spirits might
actually be incompatible with morality
has never ocurred to them…
The chain of generations
must strive to be moral
before scaling the heights of spirit!
How else can the order of rank
amongst things, as well as men,
The New European,
in need of a costume
rifles through the storehouse of history
but finds none that quite fit…
We may consider the twenty-first century (common age)
with regard to these wayward
predilections of style…
In vain, we parade ourselves as Romantic,
or Baroque, or…
But, alas, nothing now suits us.
The spirit, being spirit,
spies an advantage in this,
We are a fledgling age of Carnival,
in our ill-fitting garb
we make ready to take to the World Stage…
As Buffoons of God!
We have become
in the love of enemies…
That’s the long and the short of it!
Silent and graceful,
in a pit of vipers…
Our frozen lips
trace past moralities
like a catechism…
but their utterance is forever forestalled.
The mudras of free-thought
have replaced our religious posturing.
Our musical conscience, our dancing spirit,
Leaps above and beyond the ‘philistine’…