#peter viereck

[strathshepard]

[chiclet-go-boom]

Don't Look Now But Mary Is Everything

Mary, long by Boss's kisses bored, Quit desk and stole His yacht and jumped aboard. Her lamb took she, for purer were his kisses. Compass and pistol took she in her purse. Free sailed she north to eat new freedom up. And her helped ocean and grew calm and snored. But when with bleating chum she cuddled up, Unleashed His typhoons Boss; therein no bliss is. Then knew she — by four signs — whose jig was up:

Her buoyed the life-preserver down, not up; True was the pistol's aim, but in reverse; The compass steered, but only toward abysses; The little lamb nipped Mary's thighs and roared.

-- Peter Viereck

[chiclet-go-boom]

Don't Look Now But Mary Is Everything

Mary, long by Boss's kisses bored, Quit desk and stole His yacht and jumped aboard. Her lamb took she, for purer were his kisses. Compass and pistol took she in her purse. Free sailed she north to eat new freedom up. And her helped ocean and grew calm and snored. But when with bleating chum she cuddled up, Unleashed His typhoons Boss; therein no bliss is. Then knew she — by four signs — whose jig was up:

Her buoyed the life-preserver down, not up; True was the pistol's aim, but in reverse; The compass steered, but only toward abysses; The little lamb nipped Mary's thighs and roared. -- Peter Viereck

[mohawkmind]

[forsoothsayer]

Kilroy by Peter Viereck

Also Ulysses once- that other war. (Is it because we find his scrawl Today on every privy door That we forget his ancient role?) Also was there- he did it for the wages- When a Cathay-drunk Genoese set sail. Whenever 'longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,' Kilroy is there; he tells The Miller's Tale. At times he seems a paranoic king Who stamps his crest on walls and says 'My Own!' But in the end he fades like a lost tune, Tossed here and there, whom all the breezes sing. 'Kilroy was here'; these words sound wanly gay, Haughty yet tired with long marching. He is Orestes- guilty of what crime?- For whom the Furies still are searching; When they arrive, the find their prey (Leaving his name to mock them) went away. Sometimes he does not flee from them in time: 'Kilroy was- ' with his blood a dying man Wrote half the phrase out in Batan. Kilroy, beware. 'HOME' is the final trap That lurks for you in many a wily shape: In pipe-and-slippers plus a Loyal Hound Or fooling around, just fooling around. Kind to the old (their warm Penelope) But fierce to boys thus 'home' becomes that sea, Horribly disguised, where you were always drowned- (How could suburban Crete condone The yarns you would have V-mailed from the sun?)- And folksy fishes sip Icarian tea. One stab of hopeless wings imprinted your Exultant Kilroy-signature Upon sheer sky for all the world to stare: 'I was there! I was there! I was there!' God is like Kilroy. He, too, sees it all; That's how He knows of every sparrow's fall; That's why we prayed each time the tightropes cracked On which our loveliest clowns contrived their act. The G.I. Faustus who was everywhere Strolled home again. 'What was it like outside?' Asked Can't, with his good neighbors Ought and But And pale Perhaps and grave-eyed Better Not; For 'Kilroy' means: the world is very wide. He was there, he was there, he was there! And in the suburbs Can't sat down and cried.

[frobishounen]

Reality is that which, when you don't believe it, doesn't go away.

Peter Viereck

[think-classical]

The Part II of a critique of Peter Viereck's Metapolitics consists of a book review of Forbidden Music: The Jewish Composers Banned by the Nazis by Michael Haas

[ddoublep]

“The Burkean builds on the concrete existing historical base, not on a vacuum of abstract wishful thinking”

From an excellent read at The American Conservative, Maisie Allison writes about mid-20th century (then soon to be movement apostate) Peter Viereck;

Above all, Viereck worried that a politically charged conservatism would degenerate into “a transient fad irrelevant to real needs.” A static conservatism “does real harm when it … enters short-run politics conjuring up mirages to conceal sordid realities or to distract from them.”

How is the above not an accurate description of the contemporary conservative political structure? Mainstream conservative arguments against its political opponents have been headlined with "death-panels," "Bengazi-Gate," "birthers," and protestations of "secular socialism." This is a movement of mirages, not one of serious and insightful critiques...

Further;

If the laboring mountain of the new campus of conservatism can turn out no humane and imaginative Churchill but merely this product of narrow economic privilege, then we might need a revolt against the revolt against revolt.”

Allison's piece is about the new "revolt against the revolt against revolt." I for one welcome it.