Perennial ethics

We have noted recently that enjoinment to the lesser jihad is a fact of life, that jihad forms regimes, fixation on a regime is problematic and the embrace of generative spectral investigation (opening up a regime, drawing lines of flight out from one regime to generate a new regime in Creativity) is the solution.

But it appears that our traditional intuition of the Islam of eternal perfection — the completed religion — gets lost in such a ethics of relativity.

This day, I have perfected your religion for you, completed My Favour upon you, and have chosen for you Islam as your religion. (Qur’an 5:3)

Where is completion within the desire for spectral engagement?

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Two poets

A few short notes on Pessoa’s “re-working” of Wordsworth’s “The Solidary Reaper”.

For reference, the Wordsworth poem is as follows:

BEHOLD her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;—
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for a vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.
No nightingale did ever chant
More welcome notes to weary bands
Of travellers in some shady haunt
Among Arabian sands;
No sweeter voice was ever heard
In springtime from the cuckoo-bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas
Among the farthest Hebrides.

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The Ordinance

Runic fibres run, an echelon of intonation,
Through iconography refracted, Left and Right.
The ordinance of poverty, angelic, striking
Wayward hearts, hateful babble run through
And silenced by the enclosure of Clare’s women.

A cradle for infants, a sickness for tyrants,
The wanderer’s holy weaponry sings outward,
Through soil, upward, into branch, explosions of leaf and flower,
And then a harvest of fruit, falling, unseen: this darkened sanctuary.

Leave the sheikhs and scientists to their God delusion,
Leave them to their claps and whistles,
For the ordinance demands a chastity greater than that foul lapse
For the ordinance demands the truth function, the verdant Joy.

And so this midnight, I reflect that his charity was orbic universe in miniature,
Replicated by diamond response.
But then I am interrupted, my daughters’ cat sounds at the window
Asking to be let out into night air:

A kaleidoscope of cat and Clare and Kingdom.


A little song about a number of important things (the verse “We have indeed created humankind in the best of molds” 95:4, the entire Qur’an itself and our existential relationship to it, the command iqra and Hajar’s 4×7 ascent and our own individual Hajj). Penned by your friendly neighbourhood Tailor, as interpreted by Sally Deen and the Friends of Design.


silently it became apparent
between the earth and the sky
that the suffering would vanish
no Time to reason why

looked at in parallel
under the sea and in the air
it’s our place in the world
to be here you’re not unaware

that the meaning of existence
in this journey back to our mold
could be part of something bigger
something marvelous to behold

coded re-loaded chosen Mind glowing

and letting it shine through
she looks ahead inside of you
in the forest of your dreams
you can meet her there

beneath the stars of our journey
between the earth and the sky
our weariness and our comfort
enough Time to reason why

looked at in parallel
on our pilgrimage to the peak
that the meaning of existence
it’s something we might Speak

coded re-loaded chosen Mind glowing