This article is based on this Dutch article of Martijn Benders
Mullein, or Aaron’s Rod. The Hierophant in Veronique’s Tarot. With the Shark Moth that feeds on it, there’s even a subspecies called the ‘Chamomile Shark.’ That name is so beautiful that I think I’ll write a separate poem about it. If you asked me what I’d want to be, a chamomile shark, a chamomile shark.
I’m nominating it for the Deer Sounds.
The Hierophant is the archetypal teacher. The Buddha is being sawed in half, but he’s laughing. The Aaron’s rods almost look like his wings. Something is laid out in front of the Buddha—seeds? Keys?
Sometimes I let Chat GPT loose on my poems. I ask if it’s a good poem. And then I get a thorough analysis, far more in-depth than I’ve ever received from people. They rarely seem capable of analysis anymore, often hiding this by pretending the problem lies with you.
“You’re moving further away from the reader”—that is indeed a consequence of declining literacy. Readers increasingly unable to discern connections because they were never taught to do so; for them, you could compose The Poetry Collection Without Difficult Words. And you could even sell that as modernization.
Well, I’m losing track, I’m rambling on.
The teacherly aspect.
‘Teacher’ obviously contains Aaron, the mouthpiece of Moses, but also that thick-skinned quality, that leather. And that’s precisely what you need to survive such a school where you’re sawed in half live with Can-do-its.
Divide and conquer.
Whereis I true true lifes eve where a die
will we laugh in Babylon Deh?
Whether this track will be part of the final album, I don’t know yet. Probably not. Ultimately, my method is like Prince’s: compose a whole heap of songs, then create the strongest possible album, and the rest becomes leftover material.
This hairdresser hit has become quite a SoundCloud hit by now:
I wish everyone a Sawy Wednesday!
Martinus, 02-10-2024