Sunday, May 2, 2010

Paradise Lost Book 2


Previously on Paradise lost: Satan and his court fallen from heaven gather themselves and recollect their fall, they hold their first debate in Pandemonium on what to do, where to go from this infinite state of collapse. One could almost see cosmological allusions to Milton's Hell being set at the center of a black hole. This is a way one could solve hells problem of having no gravity.

I started reading Book 2 of Paradise Lost in a park located near the coliseum; however, i soon had to move along when a crowd football supporting ruffians and boganic pagans issues from the temple of boof-head worship, forthwith they came like maggots from the entrails of a dead goat. It was clearly too dangerous to be reading such an epic poems while goons kicked banana shaped footballs everywhere, so i fled to the battlement of my home.

Book two presents Hell as a democracy. Satan and his fallen angels are given free speech and the vote. This contrast heaven where god sits on his ass and rules omnipotent over everything.
Moloch is the first to speak and he wants war even if war cannot be won he still wants to fight. Then Belial argues that they should just stay in hell and chill out because god may do worse to them.

'Thus Belial with word cloth'd in reasons garb,
Counsell'd ignoble ease, and peacefull sloth.'

Them Mammon( my favorite) adds to Belials idea and getting to the point of heaven.

'How wearisome Eternity so spent
In worship to whom we Hate.'

This would suck. Mammon's second idea is to make hell comfortable by creating a greatness in hell to match that of heavens. Then Beelzebub hits on an idea, why don't we go and fuck up gods newest creation Earth?. That would be a good way to get back at the old fool. Hells council like this idea and they vote in favor of it.
But who's going to go? Satan himself takes to the task.

My favorite part in book two has to be when Satan meets his daughter Sin, whom he gave birth to through masturbating her out of his head, amazing i know. Then he decides to sleep with her and create a son named Death. Its a sick sad world down in hell.
Sin holds the key to hells gates and guess what three headed animal lives in her loins? Cerberus. But how stupid can god get, giving up the keys to a crack whore who sleeps with her dad. Satan quickly persuades her to let him through, and anon he travels into the vast abyss in search of earth.

I am really enjoying this poem.

Paradise Lost: Book 1




I have started reading Milton's Paradise Lost on the tram to school. It pays to read aloud on trams, displaying your dramatic talent for poetic recital. How does it pay? people give up their seats nearest you so as to allow one the luxury of stretching ones leggs.
The first book introduces Satan and his army, his generalissimo Beelzebub and a whole band of other cool demons; theres Astarte one hot babe with crescent horns, plus all the archaic Egyptian gods, they've been booted out also: Isis, Osiris, Orus and that good old semitic cow Moloch. Their all there plus much more. Mammon has to be my favorite, he's always looking down into the ground and digging holes and pulling out strange metals. He's cool, a kind of primordial Boral steel.
So what happens in the first book? Satan has tried to do a junta on old god, Its all very political, but almighty and tyrannical god has won the battle and cast Satan and his cronies down into a newly built yon lake of fire. Satan wakes up with a hang over and begins his woeful soliloquy. They create a new castle and city called Pandemonium, and are just about to think about what to do next, how to take revenge on god, when the book ends. The suspense, even Milton new how to keep you hanging on for the next book.
I'm loving this work, you feel righteous and want to curse people. It would go well with a good flagellation. It is a more conceptual, psychological Hell compared to Dante's. Milton struck on the very modern idea of ambiguity, whereas Dante couldn't think outside the good and evil box, to which his text must suffer the eternal dread of being severely dated medieval.

A LITTLE Q;NOTE ON THE POEMS RELEVANCE TODAY

'And when Night Darkens the Streets, then wonder forth the sons of Balial, flown with insolence and wine.'
Yeah thats what the city is like on a Saturday night.Drunken thugs wondering around meaninglessly starting fights and bashing people.