The Shaman

A shaman and a writer each serve as their communities’ seers by engaging in extraordinary acts of conscientious study of the past and the present and predicting the future. An inner voice calls to the shaman and an essayistic writer to answer the call that vexes the pernicious spirit of their times. Shamanistic writers induce a trance state of mind where they lose contact with physical reality through a rational disordering of the senses, in an effort to encounter for the umpteenth time the great unknown and the unutterable truths that structure existence. An afflicted person seeking clarification of existence cannot ignore the shamanistic calling of narrative exposition. Thus, I shall continue this longwinded howl – making a personal immortality vessel – into the darkness of night forevermore.

Kilroy J. Oldster

Dark Magic

DARK MAGIC

It
Was the
1st time
I heard
Jim Morrison
Wail/Scream
Through an
Old transistor
Radio while
Sitting on a
Bench at the
Beach

I was
Five years
Old and
There was
In my midst
Electricity &
Fear & something
I had never heard
Before

If you
Give this man
A ride sweet
Family will die

Riders On The Storm

Riders On The Storm

And I said
Swore myself
My soul
To the words
To the spell
To the soul of

“Magic”

~ R.M. Engelhardt

To be great is to be misunderstood.

R.M. ENGELHARDT

thelight

A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do. He may as well concern himself with his shadow on the wall. Out upon your guarded lips! Sew them up with packthread, do. Else, if you would be a man, speak what you think today in words as hard as cannon balls, and tomorrow speak what tomorrow thinks in hard words again, though it contradict every thing you said today. Ah, then, exclaim the aged ladies, you shall be sure to be misunderstood. Misunderstood! Is it so bad then to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh.

To be great is to be misunderstood.

~ Emerson 

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WALT WHITMAN IS DEAD

Happy 200th Birthday Walt …

R.M. ENGELHARDT

WALT WHITMAN IS DEAD By R.M. Engelhardt

WALT WHITMAN IS DEAD

Where are you now?

Uncle?

Poet?

Walt?

Old man, child of the Long Island

Free verse son of America,

Teacher & government work-man?

?Human – Being?

Citizen

Man? Mind of the spirit

Spirit, in the flesh

Where have you gone?

Disappeared

Now a ghost

Among the leaves,

The rest.

Uncle,

I see your name written in

School books and upon the wind

And within the rain,

And I still hear your songs fill the air

In the forests & the city streets

Body ? Electric.

But father?

Uncle?

Where are you now?

Where have you been?

Gone, gone away from

What you loved most, the land

Yet buried beneath the green

Green meadows, valleys & time

Of ages.

Meditating within the oldest of trees

Silent thru out new ages.

For a book is merely paper

But a voice must ask or say

Invoke yea and awaken…

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When one word took different meaning in Sh4.8m tax dispute -R.M. Engelhardt Quoted In Kenya

When one word took different meaning in Sh4.8m tax dispute –cropped-fb_img_1557843977041_20190514104915819.jpg Standard Digital News https://www.standardmedia.co.ke/business/article/2001314222/when-one-word-took-different-meaning-in-sh4-8m-tax-dispute