Is anything sacred anymore? What can we call meaningful in an age bled of all value but the $? In a world of surfaces, can anything, again, have any depth?
The philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche prophesied this disenchanted condition when he heralded the death of transcendence. “God is dead” he declared, “And we have killed him.”
In GOD, humanity does just this, waging a brutal war in Heaven coincident with the world wars of the 20th century. Led by Faust and Job, millions rise to overthrow the Empyrean -- and succeed.
Soon, however, the cultural, spiritual, and ecological devastation that ensue in the aftermath lead the speaker of the poem to seek some God again. This journey will lead him to hell and back as he struggles to resurrect sublimity to our nihilism.
Part history, part philosophy, part spiritual autobiography, the poem explores today's urgent demand for meaning. Looking forward, it strives to envision a world of ecological and human flourishing--by re-inventing God.
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I usually like writing in traditional forms such as sonnets, sestinas, villanelles, acrostics, etc. Enjoy.