The End is the Beginning is the End

My favorite living poet:  Dax Riggs

If the beginning is the end is the beginning and the end is the beginning is the end,  then it is more than appropriate that we end our journey where it began Dr. Sexson; in the Fall of 2011 with the poetry of Dax Riggs and the spirit of Dionysus.

Graveflower

Stoned I awoke in your temple To blackness above you And death beside me Where kitchen knives conspire Razor blades make bloodless Love Like Murder The ghost of a pale girl is solemnly following me Will she follow me Into the sea I feel the flowers screaming To consume you Like Murder Earth and sky your cradle Earth and sky entomb you and death beside me I burrow through the dust In your skull But I cannot seem to find your soul Bloodless and numb we orbit the sun Hungry will this pale thing follow me into the sea On the cold side of her face The reptiles awake Locust swarm from open mouths That sing thy kingdom come While blackness hums Nothing is true and I'm tired of your sad today You're screaming because There's nothing left for you to say.
---Dax Riggs

I have drowned in the Sea of Stories and been reborn in the image of Dionysus, the god that has been both beside me and within me on this journey.

My final argument, the completion of the circle, and my favorite discovery; a hidden poem.  I truly do study song lyrics as a scholar would poems and in the last few months I have become obsessed with vinyl records.  I noticed on the inner jacket of the album version of "When the Kite String Pops" (Acid Bath) that the lyrics where formatted in continuous prose with several words in bold.  I wrote it out and it proves the validity of my paper presentation and legitimizes my inclusion of Dax Riggs poetry in my study of mythology and romance. The following poem in my opinion is the entwining of mythology and romance through the eyes of a Dionysian consciousness:

Laughing into forever

Acid party under the sun

Slow motion tranquilized

Stop confusion

Taste the bullet

Suck away the pain

A soft rope and dirty needles whisper suicide

Whisper escape

Handcuffed the king blue sun

Ripples inside the insect circles the dead

I’m bored

Bone the innocence love, pain, suck!

Kill the queen and whisper we want freedom

Let’s rape again

Nowhere avenue slowly fade trippin’ free

Trip with the sun

Hum the whisper of screaming anti-freedom

---Dax Riggs