666

 

by
Erwin Neutzsky-Wulff

© Multivers, Copenhagen, 1972.

Printed in Denmark by Multivers, Copenhagen, 1972.

ISBN 87 87422 01 8

"Izkof", "Place by the River" and "Reflection" were inspired by 3 paintings by my very good friend, the artist Palle Toft.

 

666

PROLOUGE

There's a waving sea, and it's a-wavin' to me.
I am gonna be just where I wanna be.
And in the heavens there's an angel's choir.
Sweet Jesus, I have never been higher!
Gonna travel to the land
on my grand-ma's picture.
Gonna lie down in the sand
on my grand-ma's picture.
And I don't wanna know,
and I don't wanna see
any other world!

There's a rising sun upon the Glory of God.
There's a weeping willow with a gentle nod.
And in the houses there are children born.
Sweet Jesus, it's a beautiful morn.
Gonna travel to the land
on my grand-ma's picture.
Gonna lie down in the sand
on my grand-ma's picture.
And I don't wanna know,
and I don't wanna see
any other world!

TO MY WIFE

I write about the Golden Glory of the Morning,
I write about the Open Spaces of the Night.
My trusty pen was never very good at fawning,
my readers never very fond of what I write.
This I confess, my Love.

Yea, ev'n my wife, who mostly asks for no renewal,
has lately not been all that much content with me
and only yesterday in utter disapproval
said, "Never even once you wrote a song for me!"
This I confess, my Love.

I nearly rubbed my eyeballs from their Sleepy Hollows
last night - what could I write about the little tyke?
'cause, all I know of Love Songs is, I think, as follows:
Each single line needs must begin with "You are like".
This I confess, my Love.

You are like - let me see now - like a - like a woman,
your hair is like the softest - like the softest hair,
your eyes are like the - no, that's silly - No man
might look without a trembling into eyes that fair.
This I confess, my Love.

You are like - if you please, I'd rather send a cable ...
I cannot write a thing about you, which is true;
of that the simple fact has rendered me unable
that not a thing in hell or heaven is like you.
This I confess, my Love.

TO ANN(ETTE)

My lady, if you'd only glance at me,
the pangs and ecstasies of love you'd see,
just to be near you is a mortal sin,
my lady, I have never seen a smoother skin.
Knowing we're one!
Though it's begun,
this will not die
as little as I know when it began.
Caresses I'll exchange with you, sweet Ann,
and hardly any are more tender than
those of the Eye.

My lady, if you'd only glance at me,
the pangs and ecstasies of love you'd see,
just to be near you is a mortal sin.
So, lady, let the oldest show on Earth begin!
Taking your hand,
kissing it, and
brushing your hip,
fight back, my lady, if you think you can,
the joys of sheep are not the joys of Man,
and no caresses are more tender than
those of the Whip.

LEARNING TO APPRECIATE POETRY

The poem that you are this moment reading
is not an ordinary one at all;
do therefore not commit the crime of feeding
it to the dogs, but stick it on your wall.

Then, first, admire the beauty of the meter,
the perfect ingenuity of rhymes,
a sweetness, oh so sweet, if it were sweeter,
I'd be the William Shakes of Modern Times.
Now memorize the words that you may know'em
by heart; you see, the secret is, my boy:
If you can make yourself enjoy this poem,
there's not at thing on earth you can't enjoy.

IZKOF


The Philosopher:
Molecule, molecule
why turn to stone,
stones that I reap
in the fields I have sown?
Stones to be found
will be stones to be thrown;
molecule, molecule,
why turn to stone?

Molecule, molecule,
why turn to tree?
Trees much too high
to be climbed in by me,
heavy with fruit
that my table won't see.
Molecule, molecule,
why turn to tree?

Molecule, molecule,
why turn to beast?
Beasts the good God
might have spared us at least;
upon the child
in the cradle they feast.
Molecule, molecule,
why turn to beast?

Molecule, molecule,
why turn to Man?
Man was Man's foe,
since the heavens began,
killing his kind
like no lioness can,
molecule, molecule,
why turn to Man?

Molecule, molecule,
why turn to God?
Why tread the path
that no mortal has trod?
Know that the road
of Presumption is broad!
Molecule, molecule,
why turn to God?


The Molecule:
Foolish Philosopher,
you are like me:
Both we are only
- in order to be;
look for an answer,
but please let me - be,
foolish Philosopher.
Why turn to - me ... ?

SATAN WEPT

When I was born, the heavens whimpered with delight,
I was the Greatest Living Animal In Sight.
This was the day.
This was the hour.
Power!
Satan wept.

When I was born, the horned god was close to tears,
his new creation was phenomenally fierce.
I was proclaimed
from every hill.
Kill!
Satan wept.

When I was born, the horned god was overjoyed,
I was his child, I played, I juggled, and I toyed.
Earth was my toy,
heavens above.
Love!
Satan wept.

And now I'm dying, Satan, sit beside my bed,
convince me, Pan, my love, that I'm not yet quite dead.
This is the day?
This is my fate?
Hate?
Satan wept.

I feel the world is slipping through my hands like sand,
and I shall never, never see the promised land.
This is the day,
nightfall is near.
Fear! Fear! Fear!
Satan wept.

BLOB BLOB

Last year's
Halloween
I saw the strangest Creature I have ever seen.
He stopped.
I too.
Just wait till I describe him to you:
He had no heart and no brains,
I asked: What matter contains
that awkward lump on your neck,
and what's that yellowish speck
that 'twixt your legs I can see?
Answered the Alien me:
Blob blob
guddi guddi
blob blob

Last year's
Halloween
I saw the strangest Creature I have ever seen.
I took
its hand,
I wondered what the Creature was and
what kind of creed his must be.
Answered the Alien me:
I'm scared of Jacks-in-the-box,
and I abhor certain dogs,
whose bites are worse than their barks,
or as it's put by Karl Marx:
Blob blob
guddi guddi
blob blob

MONSTERS

Last night I felt a little sick, so I went
to see an old physician, whom my friends recommend,
the way he looked at me, it gave me a fright:
"Nurse! Nurse!" he cried, "This one will serve just right.
Young man, excuse me, I shall try to explain,
I thought you might be kind enough to lend me your brain,
I'll make a monster for my Doctor's Degree.
Nurse! Nurse!" he cried, "then they'll see mein Genie!"
A-a-a-a Monsters You foool!
A-a-a-a Monsters You foool!
A-a-a-a Monsters You have rrruined
A-a-a-a Monsters ze Experiment!!!

My wife and I are almost breaking our backs,
but now we're almost earning what we're paying in tax,
so I suppose it pays to work real hard.
And yet sometimes we have to be on guard:
Of money we have none, of unpaid bills we have scores;
our landlord's pounding on our windows and doors,
yet certain objects tend to give him the shakes:
Mirrors and Garlic and Sharp Wooden Stakes ...
A-a-a-a Monsters Take it away!
A-a-a-a Monsters Take it away!
A-a-a-a Monsters Filthy Commies!
A-a-a-a Monsters Take it away!

TAP DANCE

I don't remember how it all began,
and I really don't think anybody can,
I saw a blind man, and that's a fact,
though I have often been asked if I wouldn't retract.
He's making progress, though I don't know towards where.
Rejoice, old man, now you're almost there!
He can't see you,
you try not to see him,
tap-tap-a-tapping towards the outer rim.

You don't remember how it all began,
just as you were working for the good of Man,
the Mask of Death from the test-tube popped,
the Evolution of Science can never be stopped.
You're making progress, though you don't know towards where.
Rejoice, old man, now you're almost there!
Poor blind beggar,
I sure hope you can swim,
tap-tap-a-tapping towards the outer rim.

REFLECTION

Dig and dig and dig I do
like my conscience tells me to,
to the reaches of the mind,
dust to dust is all I find.
Made-up hate of made-up people,
made-up love that's just no good,
faith, but even that's too feeble
to convince me that I could
anything but be a mole
in the wastes of my soul.

Made-up fear of made-up foe,
mirror on the wall, hello!
Dig and dig and dig I do
like my conscience tells me to.
Made-up hate of made-up people,
made-up love that's just no good,
faith, but even that's too feeble
to convince me that I could
anything but be a mole
in the wastes of my soul.

(THE) GLORIOUS SONG OF LIMITATIONS

One-way is every street,
nothing's free.
Finite is fine and neat,
finite's me.

I am not ten feet tall,
I'm no bird.
Two-ways a coin may fall,
ne'er a third.

Over the edge my ship
shall not sail.
Two-ways a coin may flip,
world and jail.

Bound for no port, yet bound
in a shell.
My world is black and round,
all is well.

'Tis on a misty Earth
I draw breath.
It is a misty birth,
life and death.

Then on a misty day
there is light,
excruciating ray,
thing called sight.

This is my chance, so why
will I blow it?
'Tis but a painted sky.

I know it.

DIAGNOSTALGIA

On the other side of yonder mountain is my home,
but it's very hard to climb for such a well-bred gnome
as - my - self ...
When I was a child, my mother used to say to me:
In the cupboard there are many shelves, but yours should be
a - high - shelf ...
Lookatme, I'm climbing,
so it's plain for you to see,
I'm comin' over,
I'm comin' over.
Wait for me.

On the other side of yonder forest is my wife,
but it's very hard to fell a forest with a knife,
so - help - me ...
When I'm half-way through, I always pick the wrong way out,
when I've finished, I've forgotten what it's all about,
so - help - me - !
Lookatme, I'm cutting,
so it's plain for you to see,
I'm comin' over,
I'm comin' over.
Wait for me.

On the other side of yonder river is my wife,
Charon gave my love a lift from off the Land of Life,
sweet - Cha - ron ...
Bring your ferry back, although my love you cannot bring,
Angel outof Darkness, won't you lend a friend a wing,
sweet - Cha - ron - ?
Lookatme, I'm dying,
so it's plain for you to see,
I'm comin' over,
I'm comin' over.
Wait for me.

PAINTER

In the sand
spear in hand
he will stand,
and I meet him in the door-way
and receive him in my house,
sitting down
with a frown,
fingers brown
will explain to me the problem
of his children and his spouse:
Food!
No buffalo's been seen for almost seven moons.
Food!
The newborn infant's starving horribly, and soon's Journey's End.
So he says, paint, dear painter,
for I know you have the knack,
painter.
Painter!
PAINTER
Bring the buffalo back!

In the street
we will meet,
"God, I'm beat!"
says my friend, so I'll invite him
and receive him in my flat,
he is cold,
looking old,
though I'm told
he is only 37:
he is bald and growing fat:
Art!
He wants a picture of a river and a tree.
Art!
Of things that neither one of us will ever see.
So he says, paint, dear painter,
for I know you have the knack,
painter.
Painter!
PAINTER
Bring the buffalo back!

LITTLE BOY

He's a boy of 14,
he's an iron heel,
for a boy of 14
is a man of steel.
Look to what a hole he made
in the enemy line
with a wooden hand-grenade
and a paper-bag mine,
look to what a dragon fell
at the point of his sword,
Jesus Christ, he's conquered hell
with two pieces of cord.
Little boy, right soon you'll discover
what you should do,
feelings are of little consequence,
so are you.
Little boy, you've still got a year to
hold up your head.
Then you'll live for half-a-century
stone-cold-dead.

She's a girl of 14,
queen without a king,
for a girl of 14
is no earthly thing;
a picturization of
subtle beauty and grace
with the proud demand for love
deifying her face.
In her love a trust complete,
and, sweet heavens, for what
swine may meet it with deceit
hell is never too hot.
Little girl, right soon you'll discover
what you should do,
feelings are of little consequence,
so are you.
Little girl, you've still got a year to
hold up your head.
Then you'll live for half-a-century
stone-cold-dead.

VIRGIN SONG

My bedroom door has seven locks.
No cataclysm my cradle rocks.
The roof's sustained by heavy beams,
that no one may disturb
my Virgin Dreams
- he comes in White,
when the darkness falls,
a streak of light
on my chamber walls,
love an secret joy he brings,
kisses and such other things,
like the Heavens up above
very silently his Love
gleams -
that no one may disturb
my Virgin Dreams.

My bedroom door has seven locks.
No cataclysm my cradle rocks.
The roof's sustained by heavy beams,
that no one may disturb
my Virgin Dreams
- he comes in Black,
when the darkness falls,
the rafters crack,
when to me he calls,
in his hand is what I fear,
Hell and Heaven, when he's near,
walls are solid, where I lie,
that no one may answer my
Screams -
that no one may disturb
my Virgin Dreams

PLACE BY THE RIVER

Come, come, come to the place by the river,
I'll be there at eleven p. m.
Come, come, come, take care to deliver
your shoes and your socks
in a Safe Deposit Box,
'cause you sure as sugar won't need them.

Come, come, come to the place by the river,
don't waste time on a-pickin' a hat!
Though you've torn your dress, you won't shiver;
it sure wouldn't hurt
if you sacrificed your skirt,
'cause you sure as sugar won't need that.

Come, come, come to the place by the river,
come, come, come, in the river we'll be,
till I've cleansed your heart and your liver,
that's what we will do,
'cause I've always needed you,
and you sure as sugar will need me!

TURN AWAY

At some occasions he would express
his wishes that she discard her dress
Turn away.
as well as stockings and skirts and shoes
and further incriminating clues
Read no more.
to her belonging to certain kinds
of creatures covering their behinds.
Turn away, Human, read no more!

"But why, why would you have me undress?
To have me so that you may caress
Turn away.
the different parts of my naked world,
my breasts, my thighs, and my treasures curled?"
Read no more.
Thus asked the maiden; thus spake the man:
"In certain respects that was my plan.
Turn away, Human, read no more!

In fact my tenderness is immense
and one peculiarly intense.
Turn away.
So truly tender I want to be
that you'll be almost afraid of me.
Read no more.
Sweet pleasure is to the female brain
the apt inflictment of subtle pain."
Turn away, Human, read no more!

"My loving husband, it is not so;
touch me but lightly, then let me go".
Turn away.
"I cannot help it, you must undress,
he's quite a fellow, this Tenderness".
Read no more.
She then undresses with bitter tears,
thus standing naked with bitter fears.
Turn away, Human, read no more!

He then produces a silver chain.
Once more she begs, and once more in vain,
Turn away.
by wrists suspended, her trembling feet
but resting lightly - is it the heat?
Read no more.
Her body's shining, her armpits drip,
her husband close, in his hand a whip.
Turn away, Human, read no more!

With care he shows her the instrument
and then steps back, on his pleasure bent.
Turn away.
Down comes the lash with a streak of red,
she tosses wildly her lovely head;
Read no more.
another lash, and another still,
her screams of anguish his senses fill.
Turn away, Human, read no more!

Lash upon lashes, her buttocks, back,
and breasts with leather thongs he will rack;
Turn away.
thus, only thus may be born new life,
the utmost pleasure for man and wife.
Read no more.
Her screams will die, and her head will nod.
Then he'll release her and kiss her blood.
Turn away, Human, read no more!

And in a year, yes, perchance before,
of children she will have one or more.
Turn away.
And then, my friends, what a child, what king,
what god, what demon, what monstrous thing,
Read no more.
what cruel, compassionate killer, what ... ?
WERE YOU TO KNOW ... ! Anyway, you're not.
Turn away, Human, read no more!

BABY BABY

Sweet baby in my innermost:
I have never asked to be your host.
So, baby baby, be a pet:
Baby baby, don't come out just yet,
not yet, baby baby, I want
not yet, baby baby, out!
not yet, baby baby, I want
not yet, baby baby, out!
sweet baby, it is cold outside,
Man is evil, so you better hide,
this thing called love is all a fake,
baby baby, aw, for Heaven's Sake:
not yet, baby baby, Lemme out!
not yet, baby baby, I wanna
not yet, baby baby, get laid!
not yet, baby baby, Lemme outa here!

sweet baby, there are evil men,
Terra Firma is a lion's den,
they'll rob you, and they'll kill you too,
baby baby, this is what we'll do:
not yet, baby baby, Evil men, eh? Eh?
not yet, baby baby, Whaddya take me for, a baby or somethin'?
not yet, baby baby, I'm gonna crack their fuckin' skulls,
not yet, baby baby, that's what I'm gonna do!
sweet wondrous child, from heaven sent,
how I wish that you could pay the rent!
So, baby, please don't make me sweat:
Baby, baby, don't come out just yet,
not yet, baby baby, Now!
not yet, baby baby, Right now! Wow! Pow! Now!
not yet, baby baby, That's it! That's it! That's it!
not yet!!! N - O - O - O - W !!!
Whaddya know: I'm born.

DAY OF THE PAN

The world is dying
and being reborn.
The skies are crying
this beautiful morn.
Grey and grey and grey and grey it's always been,
grey's the only colour I have ever seen,
colours have been hidden, but now colours we shall see,
Satan's crying to the Sun:
Run!
Come to me.
The Sun comes running, when the Devil Commands,
Satan reigns.
He who has the blood on his hands
Sovereignity gains.

The world is living,
and things are reborn.
Unto us giving
this beautiful morn.
Love and love and love it will forever be,
love's the only colour I shall ever see,
lovers have been parted, now our loved ones we shall see,
Satan's crying to the Sun:
Run!
Come to me.
The Sun comes running, when the Devil Commands,
Satan reigns.
He who has no blood on his hands
has no blood in his veins.

EPIOLOGUE

I can hear the preacher shouting from a-far,
says: "Brethren! Wherever you are:
There's a brighter future lying just ahead,
it'll be a wonderful world, when we're all dead!
No wars, no hate, no prostitution!"
Lord, sometimes I feel so low.
We're on the Wheel of Evolution,
and that is all we'll ever know.

I have got a gun, and now you've got one too;
man, I'm gonna level with you:
We are gonna have it out with who knows whom.
You don't agree, little man? Well, that's that: Boom!
You say: "Respect our constitution!"
I say, baby, take it slow:
We're on the Wheel of Evolution.
And that is all we'll ever know.

WULFIANISTIC ANTHEM

Come with me, come my son, and I'll show you a planet,
it's fields are white with snow.
Come with me, take my hand, and together we'll scan it,
come on, come on, come on, come on, let's go:
In the horizon you can see a tiny shiny fireball rising,
it's called: Our Sun.
And if you walk a little faster, my son,
it will be yours, before another day's begun.

Come with me, come my son, and I'll show you a planet,
its soil is moist with blood.
We will make it a world, and it'll be as we plan it,
come on, come on, come on, come on, My God:
In the horizon you can see a tiny shiny tombstone boasting,
says: Here Lies Man.
And you can see his sons and daughters roasting
his wicked heart, and all according to our plan.

Come with me, come my son, and I'll show you a planet,
its fields at last are green.
It's a ship going fast, all we need now's to man it,
come on, come on, come on, come on, I Mean:
In the horizon you can see that fading morning-star foreboding
The New Man's Birth.
And every moment you can hear the sun exploding,
declaring that eternal LOVE AND WAR ON EARTH.