SONNET 11 SEAL: As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st

As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st
In one of thine, from that which thou departest;
And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'st,
Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest.
Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase;
Without this folly, age, and cold decay:
If all were minded so, the times should cease
And threescore year would make the world away.
Let those whom nature hath not made for store,
Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish:
Look whom she best endowed, she gave the more;
Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish:
   She carved thee for her seal, and meant thereby,
   Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.


Mnemonic Image

SEAL

Memory Passage

Death places his SEAL upon TIME, assuming the role of the FATHER of Time, showing meaning in the ASTRONOMY of the stars, the figures of which move upon the STAGE in a poor COUNTERFEIT of reality. Death places it all into a TOMB for the duration of the zero SUMMER until is reborn like the PHOENIX with a new FACE.

Idiosyncratic Abstract:



Couplet Imagery

She carved thee for her seal, and meant thereby,
   Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.


Q1

As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st
In one of thine, from that which thou departest;
And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'st,
Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest.

The image of the Paglian male withdrawing empty, spent, lifeless from the Chthonian womb of the Great Mother. The man is granted entrance into the Sanctum Sanctorum for his primal face-to-face with the monstrous God. He is overwhelmed and taken by grace into a state of ecstasy - out of body, out of flesh. The consciousness of the sonnet is at the one interval beyond the zenith, that roller coaster click and clack of climbing up and up preceding the Fall, there is a moment of weightless being, perhaps unbearable, but not of any inhuman duration. From ecstatic height of the spirit, the constant ringing bell tone of the orgasm,  the time out of time, out of mind, we come back into the flesh. Post-coitum sorrows. You shall come back into yourself after you have spent your seed inside the temple of the Goddess, but that great red ribbon, that double helix of your self continues to rise and grow within god's mind. And it is only when you see that fresh blood, that red ribbon that unspooled from the pearly white cloud of your cumming, when you see as it emerges out of the temple of god's mystery screaming and laughing with your face, your sweet semblance. It is only then that you may call it yours. It is your child. Grown, as Shakespeare would have it, in the divine ground of the woman's womb, signaling your conversion from youth to adulthood, from boy to man.

Q2

Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase;
Without this folly, age, and cold decay:
If all were minded so, the times should cease
And threescore year would make the world away.

The Platonic Triad of Beauty, Truth and Goodness here rendered as Beauty, Wisdom and Increase. Countered by Age, Folly and Decay. To not reproduce, to not create, to not live according to the transcendental emanations of beauty and wisdom and increase (creation), is to forfeit your humanity, your sacred duty and to descend into the world of shadows and fire, where all is subject to the ugliness of age, the ignorance of folly and the forces of rapid decay. This is the new categorical imperative, to not be so minded to to rebel against history, to hate the world, to seek the annihilation of all being, to make the world away.

Q3

Let those whom nature hath not made for store,
Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish:
Look whom she best endowed, she gave the more;
Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish:

Let those cave dwellers, those Morlocks, who live in the Dantean underworld and know only age and folly and decay, let them perish without reproduction. Another triad to ornament the monstrous faes in hell: harsh, featureless and rude. Not worthy of reproduction.

Look in the mirror. Look in your pants. The resonate meanings of endowed. Look to your own mind. You have been given more. You are an abundance. An overflowing container for beauty and truth and goodness. And you should never take for granted the bounteous, over abundant, super human gifts you were given.

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She carved thee for her seal, and meant thereby,
   Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.


The Goddess (Nature - See T. Hughes) carved out out of the semen and egg that formed within a woman's womb as her seal, as her divine form in the flesh. The Word made Flesh. The Word Carved into the figure and face of a man. And she did this for you to reproduce your self, physically, intellectually and spiritually. You are the source of the copy. You are the original. It is your duty to fertilize your life and spread your seed, make more, infect the dark and hollow world with beauty, truth and goodness to counter the grey harsh, featureless, rude viral tide of folly, age and cold decay.




- Death of son, Hamnet, on 11 August 1596