You'll notice that process philosophers and magicians alike create archetypal characters to hitch their own stars to. For Nieztche, it was Zarathustra. For Spare, it was Zos. These are my foray into god-binding. Here, I use Thoth, the god of writing and magick, which means something very specific in Egyptian lore that is utterly muddied by our sense of things.
One of the main features of the Thoth character is self-begetting. Eventually, these poems will make a book on Thoth like Nieztche's Zarathustra.
[God of Time]
The mortal god
may bless (--you--) re lax a tive
while I contract you all
Ob ligat ions
Blood in bloodrive scapegrace
Leaving me horns to master your fate
The pen that traces fates
Inscribes death in fire
On human hearts
[The Secret Sayings of Thoth]
Give me the gift of your goatsong
Give me your sleight of hand
I am addicted to accumulating strategies
I am addicted to the unvoiced screams
Of the damned
Drug your eyes that I may become
flint
Teach me your goatsong
So that I may become you
The weaver of dreams
Sews the eyelids of Verity shut
When truth is your master
You have no future
[The Gift of Thoth]
Could I drive sane men mad with an evil tool? Or fallow their souls so perfectly that they become words spit from the mouths of insects.
Teach me your tragedy. Let me cry your tears and bewail your devils. Let me play games with words and make Time my memory.
And when my body dies, my memory will thrive.
(O)(o)(O)(O)(o)(O)(O)(o)(O)
Yodabund + Zos + Devourer
