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from Astrolabe of Hipparkhos

Seleukos teaches Hipparkhos
ancient art of naming stars.

"We name stars Asteros to honor Ishtar,
noble woman who reigned centuries ago
as first empress over united nations
who stood crowned with gems on high ziggurat
and taught Mankind to gaze at shining stars.
Astara, Queen of Heaven, gathered tribes
of people from every nation on Gaia,
and taught us how to sing sweet hymns of praise,
then sent evangelists of her good news
to every land where men build pyramids
so astronomers may observe bright stars
and analyze process of human life
to calculate events of divine fate.
Astara appointed priestesses task
to establish temples that honor women,
so from original city of Mankind
named Ur, founded by Nanna son of Enlil,
Saraswati and Brahma went east
to establish Astarism in India,
and then Sarah and Abraham went west
to establish Astarism in Aigytpia.
We maintain Astarism in Sumeria,
and thus I will teach you our ancient art
of naming stars to analyze events."

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My Femme Fatale
© Surazeus
2015 10 03

I stroll down busy city street at dawn
and drink hot coffee on library lawn,
watching glittery elves ride blue giraffes
and dwarf programmers fight with wizard staffs.
While I am stroking my long hipster beard
sweet gorgeous woman with shining blond hair
slips arm around my shoulder with a smile
and whispers how she wants me in my ear.
Now I am in love with Lauren Bacall.
I think she wants to be my femme fatale.

I slip fedora low to shield my eyes
when we stroll together on midnight streets,
listening to jazz and watching out for spies
while Magnifico performs divine feats.
Three shady characters from shadows leap,
aiming silver pistols to blast my mind,
but I leave them all dead in bleeding heap,
then smoke a cigarette on bridge of mist.
What her name was I cannot now recall.
I think she wants to be my femme fatale.

I follow clues to uncover their trail,
like Gretel dropping crumbs on forest path,
and find my lover being read like Braille
in possessive arms of old king of wrath.
Somewhere I hear a melancholy tune
rip bullets through my heart as she smiles bright.
Though she wanted our wedding held in June
I laugh she played me like a violin.
Inside real woman is a broken doll.
I think she wants to be my femme fatale.

#FemmeFatale #Jazz #FilmNoir #Blues #Mafia #Song
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My right to secure life with my family
overrules your right to carry a gun.
Tend your garden instead of killing people. 
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Fate and Will
from Globe of Krates

Krates lectures to students in library of Pergamon:
"When we study physics that controls nature
and understand process of cause and effect,
we can exert through force of knowing truth
energy of will to activate cause,
and trigger new process in rippling waves
that could change current process, and divert
existing waves in new tangled results.
Without human interference of will
nature flows from intrinsic cause and effect,
settling in stasis of blind restless essence,
yet human will can interfere with flow
and divert natural process to transform
existing truth, thus fate is changed by will."

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I was born on 24 September 1964 in Portland, Oregon, so now I am 51.
Feel free to post any nativity felicitations as comments to this post.

A nice birthday present for me would be to buy for yourself, and enjoy reading, the epic I composed:

A little humor for my birthday:

Timeline of My Birth on 24 September 1964

• 12 June 1630 Anne Bradstreet, the Puritan Poet and my ancestor 13 generations, arrives in America
• 26 September 1888 Thomas Stearns Eliot born in Saint Louis, Missouri
• September 1921 to January 1922 T.S. Eliot writes the Waste Land
• September 1963 Paul Simon composes Sound of Silence
• 22 November 1963 John Kennedy assassinated in Dallas, Texas
• 08 December 1963 Roelle Seamount and Bruce Craig marry in Sedro Woolley, Washington
• February 1964 Bob Dylan composes Mister Tambourine Man
• 07 February 1964 John Lennon arrives with the Beatles in America in New York, New York
• 24 September 1964 Surazeus born in Portland, Oregon
• 04 January 1965 T.S. Eliot dies in London, England
• September 1984 Surazeus inspired by Sound of Silence, the Waste Land, and Mister Tambourine Man to write poetry
• September 1986 Surazeus inspired by Homer to write an epic poem
• 16 July 2011 Surazeus begins writing the Hermead, Epic Poem of Philosophers and Scientists, which is currently 122,000 lines of blank verse
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Through the silver mist I wander,
then sit by a pool and ponder
why we are born, love, then die,
alone under vast silent sky.
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Comprehensive Vision of Poetry

Poetry that requires showmanship will vanish with the showman.

Poetry that relies on the quality of the vision presented in the elegance of well-crafted text will last millennia.

Homer has lasted almost 3 millennia so far.

Many other poems were being written at the time of Homer, yet his lasted because he created a comprehensive view of human life with interacting characters.

Reading this article about Kenneth Goldsmith helped clarify in my mind what makes poetry a failure or a success.

Kenneth Goldsmith​ has so far been defeated by the anxiety of influence because there is so much information these days he cannot figure out how to distill it all into key dramatic interactions that present a comprehensive view of human life, so he thinks just copying it all is "poetry", but it is not. Poetry is designing and "making" a comprehensive view of life.

The argument of modernism is that life is fragmented and too complex, and thus such a comprehensive view is impossible to create.

Life has always been chaotic and complicated, and artists always discover salient threads to weave into a tapestry of life and create dramatic stories that appeal to our narrative sense of love for the beauty of life.

Through my composition of the Hermead of Surazeus​ I am attempting to construct a comprehensive view of the development of philosophy and science by writing biographic epic poems about the lives of philosophers and scientists. It is but one small way of weaving the tapestry of life.

Whitman presented himself as an American Adam.

I see the foundations of American culture in ancient Greek philosophers, so I am writing an epic about their lives. I find it thrilling and enlightening to put on the mask of each philosopher and explore their life and ideas through a narrative of their quest for truth.
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Movie Dream
© Surazeus
2015 10 02

Half my life was a movie dream I watched.
Then I went out and starred in my own movie.
No one is watching so I can play free.
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Famous Television Star
01 October 2015 

I will not rip open my pulsing breast 
and expose my heart to your hungry need 
to drink tragedy of failure and loss, 
for I am not that savior of your soul 
you pray for in your disgust and despair 
who promised to lead lost children of hope 
through waste land of horror at bleeding death 
to retake paradise from angry God. 

I lock myself hidden in tower of stone 
I built from bones and skulls of ancient gods 
far outside high walls of your paradise 
and gaze in crystal sphere of shining light 
to search for secrets of our universe, 
then armor my heart inside polished tales 
to keep it from cracking for ache of love 
when he went to fight and never returned. 

This pristine paradise of fairy land, 
where bees buzzed around apple trees and flowers, 
and wild birds fluttered along sparkling streams, 
vanished long ago when bulldozers came 
and erected banks and apartment halls 
on ruins of my castle, and paved black 
pathways through my gardens of worts and herbs 
where hissing snakes changed to telephone poles. 

You will never find me now, hordes of men 
with flashing cameras who stalk my footsteps 
and publish private photos of my life 
in tabloids for people working dull jobs 
to feast at communion on my ripe flesh 
and drink divine blood of my mortal soul 
that drips in rain to soak asphalt-paved streets, 
for ten thousand cars drive over my skull. 

Though I hear you call to me, "Sylvia!" 
I am nothing more than shadow of hope 
in sylvan amusement park where wild bards 
are worshipped as bright cartoon characters, 
although bristle-bearded Saturnian Faunus, 
who wears cheap plastic Halloween clown mask, 
dances wild around fire in tangled woods 
and you see face of Silvius flash in dreams. 

Leaping from shadow of ancient dark woods, 
Silvius leads his little son Brutus by hand, 
teaching him names of animals and plants, 
then they leap on stag that bounds over hills 
to mountain top where they stand in bright beams 
of sunlight that stream through clouds after rain, 
and eat ripe apples while Diana sings 
and generates new bodies for old souls. 

Eat this red apple for it is my heart, 
and sweet juice of love, brewed by rain and sun, 
soaks sponge of my mind with aching desire 
to hold you in my arms by Nemi Lake 
and kiss by moonlight to create new life, 
for our bodies writhe with passionate urge 
when we dance among oak trees at sunset, 
though all these are memories lost in my dreams. 

I feel them all alive now in my mind, 
every ancestor who once lived in flesh, 
stimulated by blood coursing their minds, 
for all their memories of hope and lust 
seethe blazing from every cell of my brain, 
and I now replay their lives on lit stage 
of television dream so you can watch 
tragic comedy of all who loved and died. 

#SylviaPlath #MovieStar #FamousPoet #Poet #Celebrity
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In Chinese, the word for Poetry combines the ideograms for Speech and Temple.

詩 Poetry = 言 Speech + 寺 Temple

Poetry is speech in a temple that presents
visions about process of human action.
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Everything is a structure of molecules. 
Construction is to build structure. 
Destruction is to break structure. 
Whether any action is good or bad 
depends on value of construction and destruction. 

God dreams in the nuclear fusion of the sun. 
God dreams in the ocean waves. 
God dreams in the wind rustling trees. 
God wakes up in the mind of animals. 
God talks to itself in the voices of humans. 
God knows itself as we know ourselves. 
We are all God incarnate in human flesh. 
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With Glass Eyes
© Surazeus
2015 09 21

I see the dead more clearly with glass eyes,
for all around me in my memories
they struggle to survive ten thousand years
and urge my actions with excess of hope.

I trudge the narrow streets of city maze
and see my face fly past in shining glass,
then pause amazed by bridge of streaming thoughts
to realize why people thought they saw ghosts.

Our minds envision scenes of active play
that flash before our eyes while we walk way
of winding lanes through silent listening woods,
and seem to see their faces in the air.

I stop and close my eyes on busy street
and dream about young woman of my genes
who lived twenty generations ago
and remember how she invented ghosts.

Young woman who birthed my immortal soul
walks alone in woods, searching for her home,
but her near-sighted eyes cannot see clear,
so she walks lost in world of blurry shapes.

I shiver when my memory flashes bright
vision of my mother in streaming light
because I long to see her, though she lies
rotting to mud in her river-side grave.

Around me in the woods of shadowed rays
I see blurry bodies of moving forms,
not knowing my eyes can barely see clear,
so I grope forward in twilight of fear.

The crazy bearded man in tower of stone
from evening shadow looms and grips my hand,
and leads me trembling through warm door of light,
then wraps me safe by hearth of gleaming flames.

I see ghost of my mother everywhere,
I whisper, staring at his bright blue eyes,
though I know she is dead and buried deep
on river shore where apple trees bloom white.

The wizard holds small sphere of shining glass,
bright jewel he claims he forged from fallen star,
then sets it close before my blinking eye
and bids me perceive this world with glass eyes.

From blurry shapes of shifting color beams,
in sudden sharp relief of well-shaped forms,
emerge from wild illusions of my fear
solid objects of things I now see clear.

I often had to move too close to things
and lean my face so I could see things clear,
but now this shining jewel of dreaming star
allows my eyes to see things as they are.

I walk outside his tower in glow of dawn
and stare at grove of trees with fluttering leaves
that gleam so clear as never seen before
and there I weep with joy on river shore.

I see shapes of trees and every leaf clear,
and white blossoms on limbs of apple trees
gleam in perfect symmetry of shape,
and distant hills shimmer by shining lake.

Amazed I stare to see birds dart in trees,
spotted deer leaping among distant groves,
large brown cows grazing on lush slopes of hills,
and shining clouds swirling in clear blue sky.

All my life I saw no more than blurred shapes
of flickering colors, but now I perceive
beautiful symmetry of our whole world,
till my eyes blur again with joyful tears.

Continuing on my walk in city street
I ponder how that woman in my dreams,
who lived a thousand years before I wake,
thought she saw ghosts because she could not see.

Even now, as I walk past coffee shops
and bookstores crowded with students who talk
I see visions flash clear before my eyes
that beam before my face in empty space.

Now I know my brain, while perceiving world
of real forms where I walk, beams visions clear
so I see both this real world and dream world
in one flowing stream of conscious account.

When nameless ancestor, centuries ago,
whose brain could generate visions of hope,
first saw faces of people in clear air,
they thought spirits of the dead could still walk.

Now I know my brain generates their forms
from memories of their faces and their words
so spirits beam nowhere but in my mind,
while I dream this world I see with glass eyes.

I see the ghosts of every human being
who ever lived in visions of my eyes
for I conjure their forms from graves of books
and spring them alive with spells of sung words.

#Psychology #Perception #Glasses #Vision #Ghosts #Memory
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Pen Name: Surazeus Astarius Jesuvius Gothinus. Legal Wallet Name: Simon Seamount. Birth Name: Albert Bruce Craig II. SecondLife Name: Surazeus Thor
Epic Poet and Cartographer
Angelus of Anglonesia. 

I am a cartographer, geospatial analyst, and terrain developer by day, and epic poet by night. 

I am writing an epic poem in blank verse titled Hermead about scientists and inventors of civilization. This bible for atheists and scientists is now 120,000 lines of blank verse covering the lives of 25 Greek philosophers.

Buy Hermead Epic of Philosophers

Hermead Vol 1 - 15,000 lines on Hermes, Prometheus, Kadmos, Asklepios, and Hesiodos

Hermead Vol 2 - 16,000 lines on Thales, Anaximandros, and Pythagoras

Hermead Vol 3 - 19,000 lines on Demokritos, Platon, and Aristoteles

You can read 5,000 lines, part of the invocation, several speeches, and the complete tale of Platon, free at

My legal name is Simon Seamount though I was born Albert Bruce Craig II. My mother's maiden name Seamount is from the Swedish name Sjoberg.

I use the name Surazeus as my pen name.

I have been writing narrative poems for 25 years and have recently organized them into books and ebooks.

eBooks for Kindle on Amazon.

I posted about 200 songs I wrote and composed at but do not expect anything more than amateur fun folk singing.

I was born in Oregon in the Year of the Beatles, grew up in Texas in the 1970s, went to high school and college in Takoma (Washington state) in the 1980s. I earned a Bachelor of Arts in Liberal Arts in 1988 at Washington State University. After living in Seattle for a few years, I hitchhiked around the country playing grunge folk in the 1990s.

I got a job as web designer at State of Michigan 1999-2004, then earned a Master of Science in Geographic Information Science 2005-8 at Michigan State University.

I have since lived in North Carolina and now in Georgia working as a cartographer. Where will I go next on the journey of life? My goal is to become a Professor of Literature at Harvard, which was founded by my ancestor, Thomas Dudley.

In SecondLife I am Surazeus Thor

I married an Indonesian Muslim woman from Java Island and we have two cute daughters I named for goddesses of wisdom -- Saraswati and Athena.

I am generally a Gnostic Humanist. I do not know if there is a God or not, but the gods of history were humans who had a large influence on their times. What is most important is that I know myself and understand my perceptions, and recreate them in verse.

I am descended 13 generations from the Puritan Poet Anne Bradstreet. Her father, Thomas Dudley, signed the charter to found Harvard, and was descended from the Sutton-Dudley clan of Elizabethan England, who were descended from Joan of Acre, daughter of King Edward I and Eleanor of Castile.

My religion is Astarism. 

Astarism honors First Mother Astara Ishtar Athena.

Ishtar sent Abraham and Sarah west and they founded Assurism, Olympism, Apollonism, Zoroastrianism, Mithraism, Judaism, Christianity, Islam, Sufism, and all their branches and offshoots.

Ishtar sent Brahma and Saraswati east and they founded Hinduism, Vaishnism, Shaivism, Buddhism, Krishnaism, Sikhism, and all their branches and offshoots.

Astarism includes all those religions as one.

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I am writing an epic about scientists now at 120,000 lines of blank verse, so it is the second longest epic in the world, so far.
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