138 words
And now spring comes to the starved and blackened land
where the tailless abominable angel has spent his passion;
dead roots are twined through the bones of a broken hand;
now death, not Schiaparelli, sets the fashion.
In the twentieth century of the Christian era
the news-hawk camera man, no Botticelli,
walks on this stricken earth with Primavera,
and Europe cries from the heart of her hungry belly. Read more …
William Blake, "The Good and Evil Angels," 1795
193 words
Evil is to be conquered by absorption, not by rejection.
I passed my life in one horizon,
locked in the sky’s blue prison.
That blue bubble of the sky
broke, and left me here to die. Read more …
Franz von Stuck, "The Guardian of Paradise," 1889
4,413 words
Editor’s Note:
A. R. D. Fairburn was born on February 2, 1904. In commemoration, we are reprinting his magnificent poem “Dominion,” a panorama of the British Empire and his native New Zealand in the trammels of international finance capitalism. Fairburn was a follower of Nietzsche and Spengler and an advocate of Social Credit, the most common intellectual ingredients in the outlook of Anglophone fascists in the 1920s and ’30s.
