Picasso/Cranach: David and Bathsheba
1526 and March 30, 1947

“Bathsheba, the beautiful wife of Uriah, was taking a bath, when King David saw her and fell in love. He set up Uriah to be killed and married Bathsheba. Their first son died, that was God’s punishment but their second son, Solomon, became the most famous King of Jews after David's death.”

Ridicule the Ridiculous: Sin, Cover-up,
Condemnation and Restoration?
Prose-Poem Written after Dreaming
with David and Bathsheba in 1947


Picasso: David and Bathsheba March 30, 1947
Lucas Cranach the Elder. David and Bathsheba. 1526

History can mount more lies than truth.
Life has no easy answer to the random
spells set by the Dark Matter of the
Universe as an explanation for entropy
and the delusions that order proclaims.

It began on March 30, 1947. It was
renewed in 1967 when Buddhist
burned alive the Pentagon papers.


Scenario #2

Every Sunday the CIA met in Central Park.
There most famous leader Allen Dulles
set upon the lions. He called them Communists
so he could save the world and marry alpha
female. From this union J Edgar Hoover burned
the Rosenberg’s at the cross for treason.
President Nixon covered up the murder of JFK
who had murdered Marilyn Monroe so he could
cover up the Bay of Pigs. President Regan
made a crooked deal with some Iranian oil mongers
and elected chief of the wax museum.

God condemned them all and Bishop Sheen
rose from the dead to anoint Edward Wyman
as King of the Agnostics. There was no
redemption possible as President Bush stole
the election and then used God, or some
other form of Holy Roller and nothing was good.

Edward Wyman died after killing his son to
marry the son’s wife, and the cycles of public
and private, history and multiple dimensions
realized the last holy collection of war when
shock and awe named as the best branding
advertisement <i>macher</I> of 2002. No one
expected 3000+ KIA’s in Iraq and more
to follow and God told mankind to fuck
the wilderness and find no paradise.

He warmed the earth and all perished
It would happen finally on March 30, 2047.

God wrote that number. God lost in lotto.
There was no such thing as a dollar and
a dream. Even the dictionary went blind.

3.
Every day I look at the world I see my
own death and birth and the abuse of
parents unredeemed for horror of love.