April, Monday 11th., 2022 Reposting and addition"..We are lived by powers we pretend to understand:...W. H. Auden"

April, Monday 11th., 2022

Today, I need to repost yesterday's article inspired by W. H. Auden because the milestone verse,
"..We are lived by powers we pretend to understand:..."
seemed to require some extra words, as the rather restless night proved. So here it goes:

 << "..We are lived by powers we pretend to understand:..."
Ruthless powers we now know brutally
hijack our DNA our History
Infectious powers we know mercilessly
vandalize our lives
Skillful powers disguised in boulders of  guilt perpetually aching our  stomach... >>

Maria L. Pelekanaki

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April, Sunday 10th., 2022

Oh!The magnificent Unselfish Bravery, the Power of Truth inherent
in the Arts, in Poetry,  in Philosophy...!They perceive, they feel, they discern, they know!
The Creators themselves are not all and not always fully aware of the ultimate, brilliant, materialized outcome of their own labour. History and next generations come and  laurel-wreath crown them, regardless of their tragic or not so very tragic fate,  flaws, inflicted pains, challenges...

Poor SCIENCE comes running behind the Arts, eating polluted dust, distorting facts and events as mastered by military-industrial-Pharma complexes, compromised by fear, by corruption, by stupidity, by suppressed, subdued intellect.

How tragic is the bitter resoluteness in this W.H.Auden's  verse sited below!

"..We are lived by powers we pretend to understand:..."

He profoundly comprehends that there are other 'powers' enslaving his  day, his love, his body, his sickness; manipulating his decisions, malevolently interfering with his feelings, playing dirty games of pain and  hatred trickery in his every day...

Did he know about  the Matrix, the Powers That Be, the Agenda 2020-2030...?What about the AI running our world and how many AI' s are there... ?  Back then in the distant 1939 A.D?

And what about the final phrases:
"...but existing is believing.We know for whom we mourn and who is grieving."

What greater affirmation, respect and love for Life, can one expect!"Existing is believing" and that's It!

Despite all enslaving, manipulating, sick programming, malicious handling of the humans, his fellow-humans and himself "living on the earth"...!
Despite all, Courage, Self Respect, Noble Dignity, Perseverance, Steadfastness, Un-subjugated  Soul, Spirit and Mind are there to hold the Fortress till the day  Liberation comes!
Till the day the shackles get smashed into pieces!

Till the day We, Ourselves, in Self-Knowledge, Consciousness, Free Will and Freedom of Choice, Live our Lives in  Truth and Peace!
No need whatsoever for any kind of helpless "pretending" any more...!

What a Major Contemporary Poet W. H. Auden is!
Maria L. Pelekanaki

 
"... We are lived by powers we pretend to understand:
They arrange our loves; it is they who direct at the end
The enemy bullet, the sickness, or even our hand

It is their tomorrow hangs over the earth of the living

And all that we wish for our friends; but existing is believing

We know for whom we mourn and who is grieving."

English poet, playwright, critic, and librettist Wystan Hugh Auden exerted a major influence on the poetry of the 20th century. Auden grew up in Birmingham, England and was known for his extraordinary intellect and wit. His first book, Poems, was published in 1930 with the help of T.S. Eliot.

W. H. Auden

Auden in 1939

In Memory of Ernst Toller lyrics

• Artist: W. H. Auden (Wystan Hugh Auden)

In Memory of Ernst Toller

(d. May 1939)

The shining neutral summer has no voice

To judge America, or ask how a man dies;

And the friends who are sad and the enemies who rejoice

 

Are chased by their shadows lightly away from the grave

Of one who was egotistical and brave,

Lest they should learn without suffering how to forgive.

 

What was it, Ernst, that your shadow unwittingly said?

O did the child see something horrid in the woodshed

Long ago? Or had the Europe which took refuge in your head

 

Already been too injured to get well?

O for how long,like the swallows in that other cell,

Had the bright little longings been flying in to tell

 

About the big friendly death outside,

Where people do not occupy or hide;

No towns like Munich; no need to write?

 

Dear Ernst, lie shadowless at last among

The other war-horses who existed till they’d done

Something that was an example to the young.

 

We are lived by powers we pretend to understand:

They arrange our loves; it is they who direct at the end

The enemy bullet, the sickness, or even our hand.

 

It is their tomorrow hangs over the earth of the living

And all that we wish for our friends; but existing is believing

We know for whom we mourn and who is grieving.

 

Submitted by maluca on Mon, 26/10/2020 - 06:19