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GULF STATES: ENFORCERS OF OLIGARCHIC ‘CLASH OF CIVILIZATION’ MADNESS

 

Erle Frayne D. Argonza

 

Magandang gabi! Good evening!

 

Dusk is the mark of the day as I write this note. I wish to continue writing on the theme of Arab gulf states—whether they’re Asian or not. It seems that the ‘twilight of the gods’ scenario has been engulfing the gulf states altogether, a sort of reprieve prior to Armageddon.

 

For this piece, I’d focus on the observation that the Arab gulf states are the enforcers of the Anglo-European oligarchy’s ‘clash of civilizations’ madness. There has been so much military build-up in the gulf states lately, proof of a preparation for a larger conflagration. (The expenditure level measures by the hundreds of billions of dollars, with KSA leading the hemorrhage of military hardware buying spree.)

 

East Asia, as we can see, has been operating on the modality of a ‘dialogue of cultures’ expressed as economic, political, and cultural cooperation. The entire region has been the growth driver of the global economy for some time now, and will perform such an optimizer role in the foreseeable future.

 

Such a trend, however, does not characterize the gulf states. Already filthy rich with their petrodollars, they nonetheless aren’t progenitors of growth driving for the global economy. They grow for the sake of sustaining their own development gains and prepare themselves for the eventual drying up of the oil wells.

 

Gulf economies’ billionaires are deeply encumbered to the financier operations of the Anglo-European oligarchs who have been using the former as their dummies and/or junior partners. There is hardly any big commercial and industrial concern in the gulf states today that are not immersed in the investment interests of the likes of George Soros & cronies who represent the Who Is Who in the West.

 

Arab sheikhs style themselves in fact as Western-honed leaders who are no different from their Western counterparts. The difference lies only in the sheikhs’ profession of Islam, an ultra-conservatism that the West allowed to thrive to render the sheikhdoms as buffer regions versus pan-Arab nationalism or pan-Arabism of the Iraq, Syria, Lybia, and Nasserite Egypt.

 

Pan-Arabism is now rapidly decaying, and so the polarity game has shifted to Shiite Islam as the key enemy in lieu of the former. The Arab kings and sheikhs are surely having a great time nurturing hatreds versus the ayatollahs of Persia whom they demonize with deep disdain.

 

Back home, the sheikhdoms have to neutralize their homegrown jihadist movements led by the Al Qaida. While the home enemy grows in size and intensity of terror, tension grows as the sheikhs can’t help on anticipating the attacks by the revolutionary guards of Persia, attacks that may be accompanied by limited nuclear weaponry.

 

The situation in the gulf region had pushed the sheikhs into a toxic alliance with the Zionists who are the other leg in the beachhead of the Anglo-European oligarchy in regaining control of the entire Western Asia. A loose Zionist-Sunni (gulf states’ ecclesial religion) alliance has been in formation since couples of years back yet, to recall.

 

In my own analysis, it is now too late to see the possibility of the sheikhs dis-engaging from their active participation in the polarity game of the West’s oligarchy. The sheikhs and Arab billionaires are an organic part of that oligarchy while they feign difference via Sunni wahabism or equivalents. A superficial difference that is, to note.

 

The clock now ticks for the gulf states, an Armageddon clock that could unleash the forces of destruction in the region. And such a clock will continue to tick, unless a paradigm shift will be initiated by the sheikhs & Arab billionaires which is nauseatingly impossible an eventuality at this moment.

 

[Philippines, 22 July 2010]

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DOLPHIN & WHALE SLAUGHTERS, SORCERY SACRIFICES!

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

Catching as many dolphins and whales
They gleefully do with boisterous fun reverb
Bulging pockets they ready post-kill phonies
For the pouring thereafter of torrential monies

Sperm whales belugas orcas and all
Slaughtered are they for wax or meat
Likened to cows and tuna for dining tables
Greedy folks and merchants they to hunt
In all Earth’s corners true predators come
For the catch the prize of gory greed

Let it be declared in sonorous thunder
That all slaughterers of dolphins & whales
Are deeds of sacrificing life for Moloch
Mammon Ashtaroth bursting with gaiety
For those evil puppets of theirs slay
In their names come dirty slayers’ fun
And making no penitent for their slothful crime
Shall same folks be meted penalties so grime
For which they shall pay with gruesome kill
By the Overlords of Light a-thundering cometh

No quarters shall be brooked upon them killers
And same goes true for their dark evil masters
When life on them turns out they’d nowhere fly
Except to perish all as fumes consumed by flame

[Philippines, 03 May 2010]

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EMBLEM OF THE DUST

EMBLEM OF THE DUST

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

I am but the emblem of the dust
Blown smoothly away by the wind.

Born from out of the dust
Where rests the cosmic elements
Over a century known in all;
Nurtured within the womb of Terra
Mother of all Mothers;
Delivered as seed by Firmament’s demiurgos
The ultima pater noster;
So was I born, a dust.

Chartered was my life through sojourns
By my Self
Betwixt worlds
Of shadows and sunlit dales
I the dust, I the crafter.
Molded was I so exquisitely humane
Betwixt cast of the hardest metals
Harder than Bernardo Carpio’s will
Was I nurtured out extruded
I am my own furnace, my dust I am.

Founded was I a warrior
Crafted in the trade of the blade
Whose countenance is blanketed with Courage
A most scarce diadem;
Bear I the Will to thrust the majestic sword
Unto the fleshy morsels of obstacles
Conceived by Existence, Uncertainty, Death
That I rise, am I arisen
I a dust, yet a Warrior.

Blown forth am I the dust
Blown forth by my own Will
Astride winds sunbeams waters
Ne’er fixed and transfixed neither
By mischievous forces of diabolical climes
Now dust am I, my Will wind
‘Tis my starship to galactic
Worlds of humans.

What has come to pass in my biographic trails?
My Past and Future, of what constructs made of?
They I’ve myself made
I the baker who’s always been attending
To chores of my oven’s commands
I’ve had my whereabouts made
Even as Future and Past cancel out
In the nothingness of the Omnipresent Present:
Time is but non-Time altogether
A leaf that has crumpled in its own face
‘Tis but a premise of one who’s never lived
So is it a pest that distracts awhile
And later fornicates in its death traps.
What’s the most illustriously true
But that I the dust was ever present
In time as time to me was spent a-non
I therefore live forever.

I’d gazed at the celestial mirror
And glanced at Eternal Thou
Or was it? Eternal Thou? What’s it?
A chimera derived from my own image?
An extract from the prurient I?
Or is it the whole Kosmos focused
In the magnificent galactic lens so said?
O! Kosmos! O! Nature! You are Eternal!
Am I Thou?
Please whisper the answer softly
In my ear
Amid the hypnotic melodies
Of the celestial music…
I so earnestly await thy response!

Wherefore the dust shall have gone forth
In the tapestries and gourdian knots of Nature
To be a part of and yet not
Of elements among whom it had immersed
As the Ego does to the countless Alters
It “Is” now and yet “Is Not”
A concrete now and yet a phantom as well
The moving and the rested wedded together
It is, it is such, it is
For and only for it to scale altitudes
To where it fuses with the bounds of its source
It is the changeling, the changeling
That dons the matterly cloak: the Kosmos
Of which it Is:
The Iota and the Whole are One.
Henceforth shall it have known
The All and the Self
Finale regal of its sacred mission.

That I am: the dust
Caringly blown away by the wind.

[Writ. 19 Feb. ‘92, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]

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GO IMMORTAL!
(For Lino Brocka)

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

The body dies, not the person.
Gone is your body alright

As birds announce at night
That gone is the sun
They ought to rest.

Your person, ‘tis a sublime conveyor
Of manifold messages and undying lore
Letters that spoke clearly to the unlettered
And the unlettered, to the lettered
Person is the perfect herald of life
The unlettered at last had eyes
And ears that stretched out to
Infinite worlds a-speaking: we ought make
Justice work finely, infinitely.

Go now, immortal!
Merge with the immense field of the kosmos!
A field without brims
Like you are to your fellowmen.
Rested and gone, be assured
The world will sing tunes of praises
For you a truly glorious countenance
You are a marvelous anthem remembered
Forever.

[Writ. 24 May 91, Cubao,Quezon City, M.Manila]

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SUMMER’S DAY

SUMMER’S DAY

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

Warm is the day of summer.
The city’s drenched with sweat
Much more for humans
Sweats abound as unwanted flies
On the surface of sticky skin
Sticky is the summer’s day.

Warm yet blessed is the summer’s day.
The hot sun indeed bakes the skin a-gruel
Yet so does it burn all malignant germs
They quiver like it were their last
Winter, on a summer’s day
The signs of sickness shy away.

The body is a sturdy rock
Unreached by echoes of ailments
Only echoes of joy a-fleeting on a summer’s day.

[Writ. 15 May 1991, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]

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COME BACK O! LOST CRAFT

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

You will come back, o! lost craft!
You were drowned in the great deluge
Where faith in self lost its scepter
To turbulent waves of underesteem
Faith has lost faith!

You are not lost!
Nothing is
Lost, not a craft that burns
The nights that owls had no monopoly
Over, beat your own despair!
Rise and ride astride the new tidal waves!

Find the whirlpool from the deep recesses!
Twill pull you up
To where bubbles are on sea surfs’ tops
Afloat you shall be
You are your own life saver

You
Are.

[Writ. 14 May ‘99, Cubao, Quezon City, MManila]

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WHY DO I LOVE YOU SO DEARLY
Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

Why do I love you so dearly?
As if love were an omnipresent elixir
From the teapots of Eros
Its fading is now next to impossible?
Certainly and o! so certainly because
You’ve been a person unto me who
Never ran out of kindness
Never ran out of reasonableness
Never ran out of sweetness
And so you deserve my love and tenderness.

O! Sweet daughter of the race of Zarathustra!
Behold! I’ve come for you! I am a gift
A present by my forebears Apollo and Dionysos.
I’ve come armed with the edict of my Will—
Evoked is my will to Love!
I am a harbinger of the Shadow—
The benign shadow of Love
That ceaselessly follows you:
It has been anchored in your bosom.

The forces of the Past can’t seem to leave you
Even as the Future now knocks upon your present
But the Past will be incinerated by its own twilight
And the Future gleefully glides before your countenance.
Shudder not with the sight of the Future
You shall find the door to its halls
And I’m the guardian who’d patiently waited for you
I’d lead you to Future’s spaces where we
Shall celebrate our affinity with dances
And fancies.
The Future will be delighted as we’ll dance
Together on its sacred floor
And Love’s the tune that we as ordained
Lovers never can ignore.

[Writ. 20 Jan.’89, U.P. Village, Quezon City, M.Manila]

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