Bøker av Ae Reiff

We traverse images of a labyrinth. A secret rhinoceros runs across a keyboard. Its music accompanies the First Seal Centaur white horse. A Taurobolium crock pot of a bull is rolled flat into two dimensions. The Egyptian zodiac blows up.Trojan has a lot of meanings. All are false substitutes that come from the Trojan horse of the god of war. Malware attachments, condoms, native of Troy, asteroids. This material is so intellectual it's not easy to follow beyond that it's often symbolic, with illogic codes in riddles, symbols and bilocutions because none of the facts can be believed. The facts are impostors, the heroes are horrors, the presidents, their https: //www.amazon.com/Trojan-Post-Trib-Infomercial-AE-Reiff/dp/1961710137?ref_=ast_author_dp, cabinet an agenda of horror that has to be covered up by nature, like the assassin appointed to chair committee of its autopsy. That's how it has been hidden from the eye. That 's why Kubrick filmed Eyes Wide Shut. It's also like a detective story where the good guys are the the bad guys and the crime extends over centuries so it is Trojan

This is a biography of a Mennonite woman and several generations of her people of Philadelphia into whose family I was born. My involvement with them was never required, but always voluntary. From the age of seventeen I was drawn more and more into the sphere of their views of life, being nonviolence, service and the agrarian. I took tangential approaches to these perhaps, but at the age of eleven took the oath never to kill. This was, as they say, an anointing before I ever knew of such. I sought and served on the faculties of two Black colleges in this life, receiving tenure at the last. Now they are called HBCUs, I became a gardener and herbalist, ran the the Experimental Drug and Herb Garden of UT-Austin, wrote a work on native plants, was involved in the restoration of overgrazed wilds. These are my claims to being Mennonite beyond the elusive affiliation. I wrote this book to work to prove to this Mennonite woman, my Aunt, that it matters if another feels the same longing we do. Since she was a trained artist watercolorist, but not celebrated, a woman who but for poverty, the age (she was born in 1910) and gender would have aspired to be a surgeon, I wanted to show her in the last years of her 94 that even if the quest for beauty contains contradiction in mortal conflicts, there is indeed the promise fulfilled. So I was a poet who married a physician and founded a medical practice to her great joy, all the while shuttling back and forth to Philadelphia to aid and visit, and engaging in long telephone with this 90 year beloved. Her watercolor canvases are stretched in the great freedom from oneself in the negative space of the road not taken. This is an account of a.Pennsylvania Dutch radical Mennonite watercolor artist intellectual and New York buyer for her department store, an archivist and curator. Her conversations advocate absolute soul liberty in the integrity of folk life. Through her the bygone worlds of Germantown, Philadelphia, Skippack, Salford, Oley and surroundings became realities. I have written extensively of these worlds back to 1717 and of the families and peoples and the lives they sustained.The search for beauty here starts among her watercolors. A participation mystique of the natural opens a door into those minds sometimes architectured like a Rilke sonnet. Natural events and objects describe spiritual conditions. All this is told against a family background of many generations of Mennonite pastors in the areas of Skippack, Salford, Hereford; it is told from inscriptions in classic pietistic texts, from burial inventories and gravestones, from names embroidered on show towels, from chests and plants and especially from notes, recollections and memories of 19th century survivals surrounding the first Palatinate peoples there from 1709, 1717 and before.

From a review by Bill Weaver on Amazon: "The first time I saw Michael Portnoy dancing in the street wearing a pink tutu, cavorting like a matador with a taxi cab outside the Surf Reality performance space in the Lower East Side, I had a similar feeling to reading this collection of short Internet essays by the poet A.E. Reiff. Watching Portnoy's amazing 90s performance piece in the NYC streets, I wanted so much to be like that - magical, completely mad, jousting with society, but somehow untouchable, pristine and pure of heart. In an intellectual sort of way, this book is a little bit like that..."

These are Praise Songs for Teddy I Poured Out My Tongue I poured out my tongue, undid the cork, my lungs blew breath, words formed a froth, bouqueted a cup, like oil drippedin what I meant, I drank them up, >That did inspire wine, a prayer was sung.Give your breathI pray my sonIn all books end to end.To forgive and be forgivenis the yeast the words give up.Give me to sup and pour out peaceWorld without end without end.

Philadelphia is occupied by entities of Schrodinger from the rabbis and Adam Smith..The revelation concerns a planet settled by Hierophantics who comprise the thing we have been advised not to say since all the facts are not known to show the new order Behemoth and Leviathan. Put together like notes of a scroll Jeremiah wrote about Babylon and had thrown in the Euphrates, bits of presidental centaurs and Rhinoceroses in the Room of the Trojan White Horse, this Hierophantic history of new Philadelphia we puzzle and conject, where any one can either be the case or not the case, a bridge to the stars.. From Boston to Philadelphia and New York, from a balcony around Saturn onlookers play scrabble as if to say someone had a part of their body down there in common. New Philadelphia looks like the old condensed in parts of words broken off, other languages added, homonyms substituted for nouns in old century style. The waterways may be a mythic translation from the English. As they used to say when the ships pulled in and they took your names, Welcome to Philadelphia.

AE Reiff's most recent publication is "The JFK Order" (Grand Canal Flyway, 2023), thirty-nine stories of the new Warren Report that boggle the mind by looking back at President Kennedy's cavalcade to overwhelming welcome and joy at the Alianza para el Progreso of 1963 in Costa Rica on the cover, the last moment of naivete that represents the 40 years it takes for a new generation and century to arise, but there are only 39 stories, like the number of Roman lashes. These are delivered from the mouth of mules and coyotes and roaches and crickets and penlights in mid air of tourists on Canterbury tours as if to Mars.. The cover shows the world event in reverse (From a notice in Antipodean SF, Issue 205).

Part fictional history, philosophy and literary criticism of a nation divided against itself, in the account of Balaam and the talking ass David Ben-Gurion, founder of Israel, is the talking ass and Israel is the prophet Balaam. The angel is the philosophic reasoning justifying joining the human with artificial intelligence in works of Jacques Derrida arguing that the human divided can join with the machine. AI in the satanic angel of Paul Klee's Angelus Novus of Walter Benjamin, Gershom Sholem, and others of that Frankfort tradition of the 20's, background the resultant Hegelian oppositions. Ben-Gurion's bible studies held in his home on Saturday nights are the narrative framework he writes of in letters to an unknown lady. We do not define Baal further than the prophet Ass provides at the outset to prevent Israel from whoring more. Later chapters of the "Gold Tooth," "Wonder State." "Monster Buildings," in the huge ocean of nations and leaders who apply Cyclop apps today "think" to be your friend and decide factual, philosophical, ethical and scientific questions with you. This so called Ben-Gurion manuscript is said to be held privately at a private holocaust museum in Massachusetts..

These poems of the agony of war and the love of woman are composed in ballad forms of older traditions sung by court bards to welcome a king, but those of the worship of God are sung in the Court of heaven and earth to the King the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. Hidden messages of this worship conveyed by flowers, plants, stars and creation participate in this embassy of delight. All the poems of The True Light That Lights (Parousia Christian Poetry Chapbook No 7 2020 Series) appear here. Titled from John 1.9. "that was the true light that lights every one who comes into the world. These also appear at Penny Poetry Blog. "The mind of spice that fills the heart" is a sound pun in "Amarant" of what the Lord said, "all things the Father has are Mine, therefore I said, that He shall take of Mine, and show it to you." This is the light of the "Mine of spice that fills the heart," the Holy Spirit. Phōs in these affairs means a source of light and a radiance. It stems from phao; luminousness, to shed rays, to shine or to brighten up. "True," indicates it is the illumination of Light opposed to all imperfect representations. 'Owr in Isaiah 18.4 means to be made luminous because activated by the divine nature. This herb-light is the luminescence of the resurrected body revived with the implanted divine nature. Discussion of these occurs at Celestial Plant or Terrestrial Star. A Biblical Background to the Relation of Plants and Stars.The Light of Lights is not named verbatim in these poems but shown in symbol.. As Colossians 1.17. says, "He holds all things together." Dayman refers to the Sun rising in our hearts of Luke 1:78 and II Peter 1.19, as well as Daysman, Our Judge, Job 9:33.LORD is the Name written on his robe and thigh, 'King of kings, and Lord of lords'" in Revelation 19:11-16 and everywhere..Son of the Divine Wisdom.cites that God chose the lowly things of this world-and the things that are not-to nullify the things that are so that no one may boast before him. "It is because of him that you are in Christ Jesus, who has become for us wisdom from God-that is, our righteousness, holiness and redemption." I Cor 1: 28-30.The Son, the Incarnate Redeemer sums them all. The exact phrase occurrs in The Mennonite, 1990, as the Lord Beauteous. "And now, our God, we are giving thanks to Thee, and giving praise to Thy beauteous name. I Chronicles. 29.13. Young's Literal Translation.Gardener. Supposing him to be the gardener, she said to him. John 20.15.Lovely Plants.At the feeding of the five thousand they sat down in ranks like an herb garden. Mark 6.40.Branch. His title is The Branch in Zechariah 3.8.Tree. "If they do these things in a Green Tree what shall they do in a dry." Luke 23.31. He shall be as a Tree planted by the rivers of water. Psalm 1.First Begotten. "He shall be the first born among many children." Romans 8.29. "The only begotten of the Father, full of grace and truth." John 1:14.Plant. "A tender plant, a root out of dry ground." Isaiah 53.2Rock. Quarreled with rock. That Rock was Christ. I Corinthians 10.4Love Lies Bleeding. Paul says he lives "by faith in the Son of God who loved me, and gave himself for me," an atonement in which love-lies- bleeding of the wounds is borne into the heart of God.Rose of Nazareth. Rose, the Rose of Sharon, the white lily (lowly, 2 Cor:9), answers to "white and ruddy" (Song 5:10) Song of Solomon 2:1. Nazareth is the birthplace of Jesus.Rain. the former and the latter rain, Hosea 6:3The Great Solitude. He sets the solitary in families. Psalm 68