to gaze in awe at the blood supermoon, while half the world celebrates the discovery of water on the red planet, and the other half, mourns over the untimely demise of lives snuffed out by violence, terrorism, hatred and blind faith.
Where red is a celebration of both life and death, this issue was begotten right at the exact moment when the moon, the sun, and the earth had aligned to create the rare celestial spectacle called Red Supermoon – we thusly proudly color this issue red as the rightful Syzygyan heir. Or crowned cosmic custodian, if you will.
Richard Murphy, featured ‘thinking hunter’ Syzygyan poet, skillful and stealthy as he zeroes in on his ‘targets’, goads us on to move towards the margins, that clearing far from the mainstream where ‘profiteers’ have been trying to control the everyday poet via languages and images.
Many people have been deluded into giving their life on the planet and their money to profiteers (who always steal from the poor). Those people who may have no idea that they are being deluded nor that they despair and those who have given up the struggle for freedom of thought make up the social authority’s pop culture. I consider pop culture the place of mainstream ideology, where social authority (the corporate state), want their discourse to take place so that everyone has the same address, if you will.
Further, and most important, of the beautiful strangeness that is the rare alignment of the Sun, Moon and Earth –
The best a poet can do is to attempt to eclipse the cultural ideology with new perspective and perhaps a new language and thus mimic the event that beautiful night. In doing so without the blood moon apocalyptic ideas of the past, the poet might perform something as simple (simple?) as Hopkins did, invent a new poetry, a new poetics that reflects the light of the sun today and tomorrow.
It now seems that the universe has officially reaffirmed the presence of us, Syzygyans, poets, or artists of heavenly bodies, or astronomy; of harmony, or prosody; of any two or more related things, either alike or opposite, as in objects in similes, metaphors, analogies…
And no fundamentalist harbinger of terror, or death, can smother the life of a Syzygyan poem, or art from breaking through the cosmos.
This is The Syzygyan’s polar issue: we dare to either look through, or look away, and smile at, or spit back at Life right at the very thirl.