Vahé-Vahian   1908-1998

Vahé-Vahian – A Great Poet of Western Armenian Literature

 

by

Edwina Charles, BA (Phil), BSc Hons (Psych)

 

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I know about Vahé-Vahian, through the work of Professor Hovhanness I. Pilikian.  At the peak of his career in the Seventies, as a legendary theatre-director of classical Greek Drama in Britain – Pilikian had discovered for the first time ever in the history of world-drama, among other original features, a gold-mine of white-on-Black racism in classical Greek Drama (Euripides’ Helen), in the words of the most eminent translator into English of Ibsen and Strindberg, Michael Meyer – “Pilikian single-handedly affected a revival of classical Greek Drama in Britain”, while the egregious Principal of the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art, Hugh Cruttwell, the Doyen of the British Theatre, had referred to young Pilikian as “a man of original genius”.  Pilikian had also created unique theatre-companies, the first of their kind in Europe – Hanano, an exclusive Mask-theatre Company, and Cervantes Players, an all-black theatre-actors’ company.

 

 

Directing on both sides of the pond … a position first achieved by Pilikian, and hugely envied by London theatre-directors, in a rare and unique co-operation between Harvard and Princeton Universities (the Oxford and Cambridge of the USA), Pilikian was invited from London personally by a special envoy Professor Daniel Seltzer of Princeton University, to direct an original modern version of Agamemnon by William Alfred (a Harvard Professor) to launch the McCarter Theatre at Princeton University as a professional venue.  

 

 

Pilikian never forgot his Armenian roots and introduced the work of Vahé-Vahian, to the English speaking world.  Vahian (so abbreviated by friends to his great annoyance as he preferred the full double-barrelled pen-name he had meticulously selected from millennia-old Armenian Pagan culture of temple-worship) had been teenage Pilikian’s teacher of Armenian literature in the Hovagimian-Manougian Secondary School for Boys in Beirut, Lebanon.  

 

 

Vahé-Vahian had survived a great tragedy of classical Greek proportions … his darling child, Vahram, second to his eldest son Tsolak, had qualified as a Mechanical Engineer in Soviet Armenia.  Vahram was then employed by a foreign company in the Emirates, had climbed quickly to the top of his profession in Abu Dhabi by 1972. 

 

 

“Vahram was an angel”, confirms Professor Pilikian, still in tears today, when he reminisces about the family who were very close friends with his own family. The Professor’s father Israel Pilikian, a prominent Entrepreneur/Businessman, had helped financially the publication of the Literary Magazine ANI founded and edited by Vahé-Vahian for several decades as the most distinguished literary enterprise in the Armenian Diaspora.  One of its leading contributors was Armén Tarian, an unsurpassed master of Armenian prose-fiction (and the Professor’s brother-in-law). 

 

Great Poetry Saves Life

 

On a Sunday night, in 1976 (on March the 28^th to be precise), on his return from an evening with his English friend, alone in his car, Vahram had swerved into a ditch and alas breathed his last.  To this day, his death remains unexplained, and totally mysterious.  

 

 

“Vahram was devilishly handsome, like his father, and a totally decent and upright human being – He died as a saint at the age of 32”, states Pilikian, and continues with moving melancholy, “father Vahé-Vahian, who had survived as a child the genocide of the Armenians by the Young Turks, then the sudden death of his most beautiful young wife, Ashkhen, could hardly survive this time his own child’s demise.  It is very difficult for non-Armenians to grasp this – in the classical Armenian tradition, one’s child is everything!  Parents breathe by the breath of their children … Frankly, what saved Vahé-Vahian from a sudden death in shock, was his poetry”, states Professor Pilikian with a tearful sadness in his voice.  He continues;

 

“What is even more extraordinary is the subtle literary critical fact, that the poems Vahian produced and published as Houshartzan Vahramis (= A Memorial Stone for Vahram), in Beirut, 1977, carved for the poet Vahé-Vahian a unique pedestal in the history of world literature.  Moreover, even within the context of the Western classical Armenian Poetry that counts VERY great poets like Daniel Veroujan, Missak Medsarents, Siamanto … most of them murdered by the Ottoman genociders,  Vahé-Vahian upgraded his poetry by a notch or two – until the son’s tragedy, the poet Vahian was unable to liberate himself from the shadow of Vahan Tékéyan, a very great poet whose distinctive stamp was the simple but telling inversions in the Armenian poetic diction, e.g. haigagan yegeghetsin = the prosaic ‘the Armenian Church’, would become in his poem yegeghetsin haigagan = ‘the Church Armenian’, suddenly releasing in the exuberant Armenian language all kinds of percussive new rhythms and hidden meanings impossible to translate … Vahé-Vahian was poetically trapped in Tékéyan’s bewitching rhythmic mazes … his son’s unbearable tragedy suddenly freed him entirely from Tékéyan’s poetic prison – he found his own voice and flew with it, soared to unconquered Himalayan heights of intense poetry … the great evil of sweet Vahram’s death turned into poet Vahé-Vahian’s victory song over Death itself, securing for Vahian a unique place in the history of world literature”.    

 

Vahian’s eldest son, Tsolak, a distinguished architect internationally, and a childhood class-mate of Professor Pilikian, surprised the latter recently by discovering in his archives the latter’s translation of his Father’s poem.  Tsolak copied it to the Professor, with the Introduction Pilikian had published in the Ararat Quarterly (New York, 1982, a first-class Magazine of Armenian culture), edited by the very well-known American Armenian Literary critic, Léo Hamalian.

 

Mother-and-Child Society – a Sociological Paradigm

 

Pilikian had done something very subtle and complex with Vahé-Vahian’s memorial poems – he had edited a selection into a single whole, justifying even in Platonic Form his claim for world-uniqueness of Vahian’s poems.

 

Léo Hamalian himself was an expert (and author of books) on D.H Laurence’s works.  Léo absolutely loved Pilikian’s introduction of Vahé-Vahian’s work, for its very original and specific content, advocating the constitution of a Child-welfare centered Society … it took British governments several decades (the Children’s Act of 1989 – a major re-write of the British Law) to catch up with Professor Pilikian’s ideas, yet still simultaneously abused horrendously by the Euro-pedophiles whose ring of rape and mutilation of children is not still fully uncovered …

 

We just heard the posh version of it by the Australian Prime Minister apologizing for the state-crimes committed in that country against ignorant teenage single-mothers, whose children were taken away for adoption in the name of fraudulent Christian morality, only to be abused as slave-labour (and who knows whatever else!) by Anglo foster-parents! 

 

Professor Pilikian’s proposition to achieve the ideal Utopian Platonic Republic is to construct the social structure upon the non-feminist woman’s love of her children – men must learn from such women to love all children and not only their own, which should eliminate all wars and genocides, while teaching Men simultaneously to love their women first and foremost as the potential mothers of their children;

 

 

“The British ruling classes have nursed a huge cultural tradition of child-rape; at the peak of Victorian times, child-prostitution was institutionalized by those moustachioed fat-bellied Victorian nouveau-riche capitalist Industrialists.  Capitalism constructed its monetary system on the exploitation of men and women, and children most of all, sending them down the mines (as miners) and up the chimneys (as chimney-sweepers), and behind the huge textile machines in factories as cleaners, getting shredded by them into bits …

 

I can see that Professor Pilikian is hardly able to contain his livid fury and sustain a polite conversation.

 

Léo Hamalian loved the Professor’s sociological constructs of a mother-and-child-welfare society, and used to tell how he would read Pilikian’s text to his wife frequently every week … His young wife grasped the depth of Pilikian’s sociologically innovative ideas – they visited London merely to make the personal acquaintance of Professor Pilikian, in appreciation of his rendering of Vahé-Vahian’s unique child-centred poetry published in the Ararat Quarterly.  

 

And here it is, 36 years later, as fresh as almost four decades earlier ...  

A MASTERPIECE OF WORLD LITERATURE

               

by

Hovhanness I. Pilikian

               

 

HOUSHARTZAN VAHRAMIS (= A MONUMENT TO MY DARLING VAHRAM), by Vahé-Vahian, Beirut, 1977.

 

                This volume of poetry by the greatest living poet of Western Armenian literature occupies a unique place in the history of world literature. If this claim sounds extravagant, I would like to point out that there is simply nothing like it anywhere in literature; the lament of a father for his dead son (presumably in heaven now). A parallel may be sought in the New Testament, which represents a similar obsession, however in the reverse, a son's fixation (Christ’s) on his father (in heaven).

 

 

Unlike Vahram, who died in a car-crash at the same age as Jesus Christ on the Cross, the latter knew he would die soon. And in classical Greek Drama (on the look-out for more parallels), protagonists often speak of their children in very physical terms, almost incestuously, interpreted (or rather misinterpreted) by the post-Freudian standards of the European criticism.

 

 

Vahé-Vahian's poetry indeed shares with the classical Greek dramatists that same disturbing element, which, however, untangled from diseased Freudian notions, could represent one of the most profound Jungian Archetypes of the human predicament. Put in a question form, it begs the whole history of human civilization: can the male love the child at all as the female does? Improvement of mankind's lot hinges upon the answer to this very question.

 

 

While a woman loves the child, and not only her own but all children, most men hate children – witness the organization of Labor in our patriarchal societies, where the  Father's work keeps him away from his children most of the time; hence, the coinage of the term, "week-end fathers". Most men, the best of them, seem to need a lifetime to learn how to love their own children, never mind children in general.  

 

 

Until mankind (the male) learns from the female to love all children and not only his own, we shall never achieve the society of peace, and happiness, which can only be based on the loving care of the children everywhere in the world. For war is the most terrifying expression of the male's inability to love even his own child. No warmonger can pretend he loves his children if he plans the killing of thousands of others. A warmonger may even consider himself a good Christian (as most Generals in the world do) by attending mass on Sundays. No amount of prayer can cover-up the disturbing truth that most men do not know the meaning of Christian love, for, as Jesus Christ stipulated, one must enter God's Kingdom of Heaven like a child.

 

 

The untimely death of his son leads the poet Vahé-Vahian, to achieve this overwhelming emotional understanding, that he loves and cherishes as his own all the children of this world suffering at the hands of foolish men, who rule our societies as if we were their toy-soldiers, ready to fight their silly wars.

 

 

A poet like Vahé-Vahian is not a mere poet! He is a Saint. He belongs to the future and even more, to the very ancient past when Paradise was on this earth. His mournful monument is a gospel for the improvement of the human lot.

 

 

And yet a man of Vahé-Vahian's life-story could be forgiven for making a pact with the Devil; he has lived through more suffering than Job, though unlike him, Vahé-Vahian never shows any bitterness, being no less than all love all the time for the oppressed and the suffering. His passionate love of life, symbolized by the love for dead son, often pours scorn upon the heads of all evil-doers, the warmongers. And yet Vahé-Vahian never soils the purity of his own soul. Never rude in his tragic grief, he is a civilized poet, and a poet of high civilization, if that implies a Utopian Society of humanism, compassion, and respect for human life – symbolically the Child itself.

 

               

As if the terrifying experiences of surviving, as a child, one of the most brutal massacres of history (the genocide of the Armenian race perpetrated by the Young Turks) were not enough, and having survived the horrors of the two world wars, Vahé-Vahian was yet destined to lose his charming wife Ashkhen whom he dearly loved, and experience at first hand the most terrifying civil war since Vietnam, which is still raging in Beirut, where the most advanced technological warfare is being fought by a thousand and one guerrilla groups.

 

Finally, the unbelievable blow of evil fortune; while on an entirely humanitarian mission of a fund raising trip to U.S.A. for the Armenian victims of the Lebanese Arab civil war, Vahé-Vahian, this poet of total suffering, receives the news of this time his own son's accidental death, a young man of such gentle and kind disposition, that all those who knew him, held him in deep affection.

 

 

Only a saint could withstand so much diabolic misfortune, and could love this world enough to pray for it.  Vahé-Vahian’s poetry is that prayer.  Through his unswerving humanism and compassion, as if the divine spirit of the good, God himself signals through Vahé-Vahian’s spirit His presence to this world in turmoil, in the grip of barbarous systems of ruthless exploitation and military destruction.

Vahe-Vahian’s Portrait by the great Armenian Painter, Ashod Zorian was accomplished in 1949, after a sitting of an hour or two when the poet was on a lecture tour to the then vibrant Armenian community in Cairo (Egypt).

What is remarkable about this realistic work of art, is that it succeeds on both levels of delicate French impressionism and … passionate German expressionaism, while simultaneously being Zorian’s own masterpiece, and a sheer masterpiece in world-painting; it captures magnificently and very realistically indeed Vahe-Vahian’s noble character as a poet and a civilized human being of colourful, sensual (red lips) cultured tastes – Professor Hovhanness I. Pilikian

 

Excerpts from A MONUMENT TO MY DARLING VAHRAM, by Vahé-Vahian, selected and translated by Hovhanness I. Pilikian in such a way that together they constitute a whole, and give the reader a sense of the whole book of 29 poems.

 

For the stanza numbers, a small typeface is chosen, as unobtrusive as possible, so that the totality of the text may be read as one long poem, even though the extracts are from different poems (correctly numbered from the original text in Western Armenian, although never translated in their totality).

                                                                                  

 I

                                                               

 

My heart; a volcano, my eyes; fountains of lava...

Do not approach me, friends, lest you burn.

 

That I may not turn to clouds and rain, O you people,

Do not touch me, not even with your glances.

 

He was my son, dawning upon my darkness,

How he went down so early and so soon.

 

My soul; a censer, his memory – noble incense –

Turns in me blue fumes and perfume.

 

When shall, when will, the path be clear,

That with no more interruptions,

I may reach him, never to part again, in eternal union,

 

 

 

XVI

 

And now already a whole year

Has gone by, slipped away,

From the sweet moment of our last meeting ...

 

Tell me, my sweet son, how may I bear it,

When I long for everything by you,

Your shy smile, the shadow of your eyelashes,

The breadth of your shoulders, the thick hair on your chest,

 

I long for your words, and for those still unsaid.

 

From Cleveland to New York and from there to London,

I arrived then, why, my heart

 

O my heart, the door of your desolation,

Sometimes strong now breathless, half-dead,

 

My eyes frozen and my arms dangling,

I do not know how, O my bursting heart,

In the thick crowd at the airport,

 

I saw your elder sister standing,

In a black dress, like a black pillar,

Standing there as if turned to stone.

 

 

What happened then and how did it happen?

Only Koko your in-law knows best;

Shogher in black wrapped herself around me tightly.

 

"Papa, do not ask about Vahram",

She said and sobbed silently so,

Her whole body, pressed to mine,

Was all a-shiver!

 

The shocks of an electrical current,

That I shall feel run through me,

Every time my thoughts go

To that black instant,

When a couple of black flames,

Invisibly but with the same heat,

 

Were burning in an embrace...

 

Your brother Tsolak,

My only one now left upon this earth,

Sparkling once in appearance like flint-stone,

Now he is soggy, like honey-bread...

 

And repeats the same words,

Each time he comes home and finds me immersed

In the depths of my thoughts flooded by tears,

 

"Papa, you cannot, by blackening your days,

By chipping away at your life bring Vahram back...

You must be reconciled, we must be reconciled,

At least we must pretend we are reconciled

When amongst other people ...

 

“Must I tell you what you surely know, Papa,

Whether we exist or not,

One more Vahram or one Vahram less

Nobody cares in this world.

 

“They will not feel our grief,

An insult in itself,

They will perhaps even snigger to themselves,

Think us weak, unworthy of life,

Even the sanctity of our pain, they will desecrate".

 

 

Your brother, without a doubt, is right,

I will not argue,

 

But when has the heart heard the words of the mind?

 

This is how we live since your departure...

Our lives have become a sky without sun.

 

My son, the grief of my heart, and hearth

 

The flames burn fiercer

Whenever the thought passes through my mind,

That you too may burn by the same flame.

 

 

 

 

XVII

 

The black accident snatched you,

Whisked you away

From my very own hands,

From the golden palace of my dreams,

My pride, the Ararat of my hope,

 

Orphaned once again this orphaned man,

Since that black accident,

 

I am transformed, Vahram,

I am transformed so much so

That in every victim I see

A rebel or a servile particle of you,

 

From every drop of spilt blood

I smell the sharp bitter smell of your own blood,

Son, and my heart burns!

 

 

I am so changed; I am changed so much...

And, know it, Vahram,

You are the maker of this transformation.

 

I burnt with you, I became ashes,

And with you again, by higher strength,

I was re-born once again from my own ashes,

With the wings of my mind stronger than ever,

And under my chest a heart so large,

That I can contain within it

The mountainous grief of all mankind ...

 

This, my growth, son,

I owe it to you with all my being.

 

Blessed be you

Today and for all days,

And let the flame of your memory

Let it never die out under my breath,

 

Let it not pass away without a trace

From a forgetful mind of this our earth.

 

 

XVIII

 

I confess again and again,

My sweet son, my very sweet Vahram,

 

My re-birth this of grief's fire

I owe it to you and you alone.

 

Whatever I shall give to men, noble and kind,

To the end of my life already near its end,

It shall be born of you; it will belong to you,

 

As if we were,

You; a symphony of light,

I; a receptacle of sound,

 

That gives to the world by ceaseless self-consumption

What it receives from you as waves born of light.

 

 

XIX

 

My voice, does it reach you,

Or does it sink in the desolate darkness?

 

Who could inform me and how?

 

I only know that as an answer to my calls

Since your separation till this very grim moment

Not a whisper has reached me,

 

And I am struck ill by your unheard voice.

 

Now sitting in the bosom of the yawning night,

When with the torches of my mind

I search out the path you and I have taken,

 

I mourn twin deaths in a single person,

One in yours, Vahram my soul,

The other, mine own...

 

Who ever has wept his very own death!

 

 

XXII

 

Vahram, my darling, my dream child,

I saw you frozen in the house of death,

Your height collapsed under a cover,

Like a mummy,

 

And on your face,

An unworldly veil of light,

Which through my eyes

Carried a cold wind down my veins...

 

The chill of that wind stays in me

Still, until now.

 

 

XXV

A rocket the other day

Knocked down fifteen people at once ...

Five of them returned to life no more...

 

One of them was Vahé,

Our neighbour, your old playmate ...

 

I did not follow his coffin,

It seemed to me that with Vahé

People were burying … you all over again.

 

 

 

XXVII

 

Not having you,

Not seeing you,

The deprivation of not hearing you,

Son, let's say I could endure,

With my soul squeezed between my teeth,

And my eyes shut.

 

But how shall I look in the face

At the sweet, sweet world,

How can I henceforth

Greet a summer,

 

Without fearing the terror of a burning hot furnace

At every summer's threshold,

 

Where the treacherous fate leads you,

To burn you alive as a wholesome sacrifice ...









 

A Brief Commentary  

by

Phaedra Behrent

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As a poet myself, I was delighted when I came across the noted Armenian Polymath of our times, Professor Hovhanness I. Pilikian's introduction of a major Armenian poet on the Internet, spread across three high-brow websites of Armenian culture;

Nor Khosq hailing from Germany

http://norkhosq.net/2014/04/1234-2/

Keghart from Canada,

http://www.keghart.com/Charles-Vahian

and from Sweden

http://www.aaeurop.com/?p=15069

the very distinguished site of the Assembly of the Armenians of Europe, led by its President Garabed Hakopian, yet another major poet this time of the Eastern Armenian literature.

It seems that the Armenian language has evolved over the centuries into TWO major literary 'dialects' – quite a unique case in world-culture, imagine if there were ... 2 Official English languages; Western Armenian – deriving from the historical Constantinople era of the Byzantine Empire tradition, where Armenians had a dominant military-aristocratic presence, and Eastern Armenian hailing from Caucasian Armenia stretching back to the historical Armenian colonies of ancient Persia (present-day Iran).

It is not only the great Western Armenian poet's tragic poem which is hugely interesting, but also Professor Pilikian's exciting exegesis of it, and the professor's proposed paradigm of what he considers to be the Ideal Society imbued with goodness and human decencies (echoing the noble intentions of Plato’s Republic, but very different from it).

I have now read many articles written by Professor Pilikian, all of which have the same central, underlying theme – one that would bring an end to the evil capitalist system that we have been surviving since Britain’s Industrial Revolution “fed – as Professor Pilikian states – on universal child-abuse, mass-prostitution, unforgivable Work-houses cum proto-Nazi concentration camps – the poxy face of Victorian capitalism, described, for example, by the very pen of Charles Dickens”.  

Pilikian’s world wants to be free from Wars, Genocide, paedophile murderousness and sheer evil destruction of children and the aged, the meek and the disabled – poverty stricken countries in Africa and Asia where innocent children still starve to death in our own eyes. No more elitist oligarchs stealing from the poor and voiceless masses (even in Western so-said democracies – India is advertised by the West as the world’s largest Democracy, where 500 million people feed off garbage dumps).  

We the traditional British Empire folk are happy to delude ourselves about evil – always “not-us” but “them” being so.  Thank god times are changing – the quality daily, the “I” (of The Independent, 28th May, 2014, pp. 1 & 5) the other day had headlined a most shocking fact about us, Britain today;

“5 million children facing life of poverty; Cuts to benefits, the rising cost of living, and years of flat wages have created a ‘triple whammy’ for children, according to a report by Save the Children. ... Justin Forsyth, chief executive added; “Far too many children are living in cold and damp homes, without healthy food, with parents who can see no end... The shadow Work and Pensions Minister, Rachel Reeves said: “Under David Cameron {our grand Prime minister – PB} child poverty is set to rise, not fall.”

On the next page of the same issue is recorded, the grandest most repulsive nauseating obscenity; “Britain spent £30 billion on Iraq and Afghan wars” which has nothing to do with anything except the capitalist business of killing for money – the trade in armaments!   

“People forget a simple fact,” states Professor Pilikian (personal communication), “which alone – if constantly remembered – should have been enough for people to use the cudgel against their filthy governments, that arms manufacturing industries do not produce milk-chocolate-bars for babies, but bullets to kill them and their mothers and fathers, and relatives and friends, turns their birth-countries into rabble ... look at what they did before even to Afghanistan, Iraq and Syria, to Lebanon, Sudan, Somalia, Rwanda, the Congo, and the Balkans, now Ukraine ... all in our own lifetimes ... According to a first-class investigative journalist Andrew Malone, who by no stretch of imagination can be regarded communist let alone New Labour or even left-wing as he publishes in the rightest of the right Daily Mail (June 14, 2014, pp-7) about the insufferable horrors of daily life in the British-liberated Libya – “... David Cameron said earlier this year he was ‘proud’ of his work in Libya, having supplied British jets and warships to oust Gaddafi... The country is [now] awash with drugs, weapons, warring gangs and al Qaeda terrorists. ...There are an estimated 15 million Kalashnikovs in a country of just six million people.  Guns are available everywhere – from dealers outside the fish market, to a kiosk selling cigarettes... Murder is also on sale... About 1,000 Libyan dinars (£600)... more than 500 senior military officers assassinated since the end of the war ... billions plundered from the government’s coffers by corrupt politicians ...  How hollow the triumphalism ... when a crowing David Cameron addressed the crowds in Tripoli saying: ‘It is great to be here in free Libya. Your city was an inspiration to the world as you threw off the dictator and chose freedom.  People in Britain salute your courage.’” Bring in the commodes and the buckets for the sick!  

The vast amount of armaments and ordnances used around the world by terrorists is engineered and supplied by the Anglo-American military.  Capitalism that is suckled by the arms industry is a satanic bastard which needs to be dispatched to the fires of hell”.    

Pilikian’s practical world will have none of the above, but its opposites,  excellent free health services, free education at all levels (from Infant schools to University) available to all. No exploitative hierarchies, No rewards for the filthy wealthy thieving Bankers and Insurers, landed, or not but well-connected persons languishing in their webs of deceit – a world where we are all truly equal, with no class systems, false-nobility, and where political decisions are truly democratic, instead of a vast majority of official decisions taken in gentlemen’s clubs away from the view of the people who actually vote for a particular government – vindicated by the age-old adage “out of sight, out of mind.

All of the above sounds dreamy, Romantic, idealistic? All of which it is indeed, but not for the Professor’s realistic and practical mind.  

His key to this remarkable humanitarian world is, quite simply ... LOVE, the revival of what Jesus Christ (and the Great Russian novelist Leo Tolstoy advocated); not sexual or romantic love turned to pornography in Britain today where grannies (one 82 years old!) are whoring part-time to augment their pensions (My Granny the Escort, a disgusting documentary shown on Channel 4, on 29th May, 2014, at 10 pm), but pure, unadulterated, unaffected, unassuming LOVE, the love of everybody by everybody, overriding all enmity, racist nationalism, and skin-colour or  institutionalized racism the British imperialists are proud of!!.  

The Professor’s Love is not only for people but for animals and plants, ultimately for our planet that needs to be cherished, and nursed to health, as we have sickened it horrendously by our hatreds.  You think genocide and wars and the use of drones and other disgusting armaments in Afghanistan, Iraq, Syria, Sudan, Somalia, Congo, and now Ukraine, do not hurt our earth, soaking it in human blood, pouring it into the lakes and the rivers we drink from?   

Professor Pilikian, a one-man think-tank, seems alone among modern philosophers to have observed that women are capable of this depth of love, which they demonstrate when referring to children in general, not only their own, but all children. Our social history has dictated that traditionally men must be the providers in society. This has meant that a barrier has generally been erected between men and their children, obstructing a real deep paternal love from developing and evolving. Until the men in power can actually feel that love, they will not find the death of another human being, any human being, repugnant; they will not stop genocide and wars.

However, the increasing number of women murdering their own children nowadays throws a spanner in the Professor’s conclusions.  “Not at all”, professes Pilikian,

“The violent female glorified by the modern butch-Lesbian was a staple diet of mythology from time immemorial.  The modern American Radical (=Lesbian) Feminist’s ideal the Amazonian woman (the Valkyrie of the anti-Semitic closet-gay proto-Nazi composer Richard Wagner) belonged to a mythical tribe of women with mutilated breasts (a-mazon=breast cut-off) who abused annually their neighbouring tribe of men as sex objects and for reproduction... they would rape them and abandon them immediately like rag-dolls.   

“The sex-crazed Dionysian women, devoted to the wine-god, would roam the mountains of Greece in wolverine packs hunting for ... panthers (symbolizing the god Dionysus) to tear apart, to eat the raw flesh and drink the ‘divine’ animal’s blood.  There used to be foolish American Feminists who would visit Greece to replicate these events in fantasy, trying to find the roots of their sexual identities on the island of Lesbos...

“Then there are the individual violent-characters with controversial stories; Salome was a Queen of Armenia Minor, and a daughter of Herodias, wife of Herod, for whose orgiastic collectively masturbating mates she was forced to dance sexily, so rousingly in fact that Herod almost incestuously offered to give her anything she wanted ... But Salome (whose Hebrew name is rooted in Shalom=Peace) was such a good girl, that she went straight to her Mum for advice, she was a Mummy’s girl ... unfortunately, it was Herodias the monster Mum, who abused her daughter emotionally to settle her own sex-accounts with John the Baptist, demanding his head on a plate, for which always Salome gets the stick.   

“The historical evidence of violent women should not obscure the fact that female violence in comparison (with male violence) is miniscule, ant-like tiny against the massive humungous crocodile size violence by men throughout history.  God forbid that women catch up ... then and only then our planet may explode like a supernova, a giant star, turning to stellar gas!

“There is a most amazing female painter, unique in the history of world-Painting (West and East), Lady Elizabeth Thompson Butler – innovative, original, without a precedent – her painting, The Roll Call (1874) bought by no less than Queen Victoria is a War-Painting, a Battle scene, the unchallenged domain of male artists.  

What is so remarkable about Lady Butler’s painting is that she portrays the agony of war (the Crimean), the human tragedies of individual soldiers pained, maimed, and dying, with absolutely no trace of any sense of battle-glorification (Professor Amanda Vickery, The Story of Women and Art, BBC TV documentary, part 3). Today, Ms Arabella Dorman, an equally talented war artist, inspired by Lady Butler’s work, seems a worthy disciple.  She quotes approvingly Lady Butler’s most brave, beautiful and powerful Diary-entry denouncing war, which alas, Britain’s foreign Secretary won’t hear as he has stuffed his ears with wax against the filth of war, in spite of Queen Victoria’s lead in buying Lady Butler’s humanitarian war-painting (no rapists of women in sight, but plenty of bayoneted men menstruating like women!); “I thank God that I only paint the pathos, and not the glory of war.  If I had seen even the corner of one battlefield, I would never paint another war painting”. This is my kind of a true woman I love and adore and worship – intelligent, compassionate, and passionately humane, who puts all war-loving masturbating-men to abominable shame.  

“One of the great stylists among the English art-critics, John Ruskin, who created the painter J.M.W. Turner’s great reputation, and was a Socialist, commented on Lady Butler’s painting of a cavalry charge titled Scotland forever! (1881) – “This is Amazon’s work”.  He meant it as a compliment, as he had convinced himself that no woman could paint ... Ruskin’s tragedy was that he only knew women as classical Greek... statues, and annulled his marriage to a beautiful lady Effie Gray (in April 1848), for non-consummation, after 6 years of marriage.   Behind his Victorian veneer of impeccable respectability winning him world-fame (the great Tolstoy, Gandhi and Marcel Proust among others translating his works in their subsequent languages), Ruskin privately could be quite obscene, nicknaming his wife Effie – a pun on F... I am certain.  Poor Effie thought (in a very sad letter to her parents) that Ruskin initially had told her he hated children, and would not impregnate her, only to reveal ultimately that he actually hated her very own person for reasons she could not understand, nor could anyone else of Ruskin’s future biographers.  Ruskin did love little girls.  In a letter to his doctor, John Simon (15 May 1886) Ruskin mentions “my Pigwiggina here – 12 – who fetches my wood and is learning to play my bells”; a naive commentator thinks “Pigwiggina” is a nickname Ruskin used for the girl as “she looked after lambs and piglets”.  May be so, but Ruskin’s most complex multi-pun concerns Dick-en’s Pick-wick, and Pig’s wiggina=vagina, learning to play with his bells=balls!    

“In post-modern times, it all began with the Israeli Army, training women-soldiers, followed by the US and British armies, and now a staple cannon-fodder diet of practically all armies in the world including those of the terrorists – while earlier (excepting the mythical Amazons), individual women got murderously violent in self-defence from male common rape (The Rape of Lucrece, by William Shakespeare no less), in peace-time in our Western democracies, the rise of murderously violent women expresses the tensions of a rotten capitalist society, where everything is turned into a money-making business, including women’s ... granny bodies!  The British Channel 4/ 82 years old granny-prostitute had a serious bowel surgery, 1/3rd taken out, and yet she would still go whoring into hotels on crutches – a shining example of Thatcherite Cameronian enterprising capitalism for you – I would not be surprised if the Prime Minister gifts her with Damehood in the House of Lords.  In fact, may I recommend her as a model (Britain’s top model Tyra Banks!) for the British young ladies contemplating capitalist whoring as a desirable enterprising AIDS-risk taking initiative to defeat the Socialist welfare system so hated by the British Conservative Party, and now Tony Blair’s New Labour!

“Jeremy Paxman, the main anchor of the BBC 2 Newsnight, announced on the 3rd of June (2014) what Britain’s Industrial Revolution had invented and taught the modern world – institutionalized child-prostitution, paedophile violence and murder of children;  “Brazil is already facing an epidemic of child prostitution ... with children as young as 9 selling their bodies to escape poverty”.  The notorious shanty towns with open sewers (the famous Favela’s) of the main Brazilian cities, where the poor, millions of them, do not ‘live’ but survive merely, constitute a crime against humanity, definitely the shame of the Brazilian rich monkeying American Las Vegas culture.  I knew about the Brazilian favelas as a teenager.  They are still there worse than ever, and expanding...   

A Government of Donkeys

“The pseudo-left BBC (Documentary; Brazil in the Shadow of the Stadiums – 2014 World Cup) is only now discovering the truth about Brazil’s Government of Donkeys – the world’s 6th largest economy (with a disgraceful tradition in Nazi histories) banking six billion English pounds on building and renovating 12 football stadia, where in the environs desperately hungry little girls and boys from the favelas are murderously daily abused by illiterate truck drivers and soon to arrive football-mad sex-tourists, with the Police in Rio de Janeiro participating fully in the barbaric sex-acts.  Debra, the heart-broken mother of a ten years old prostitute is the intelligent one to instruct Chris Rogers, the BBC Reporter, referring to the San Paulo Arena; “They’re spending millions here, and there are children prostituting themselves just there, right next to the stadium.  It’s shameful.  I don’t even like looking at this, because every seat here could be a house to take a family out of the favelas, or take in children at risk.  [These games] are going to be our country’s shame”.  Mr. Rogers cannot help but see the truth by concluding that “the world cup highlights the dramatic gap between Brazil’s rich and poor.  But perhaps there’s no greater shame for Brazil’s government than the many children involved in prostitution.  The reality is that they are simply victims”.  Thank god Debra-mum’s presence unwittingly prevented the crypto-right-wing BBC from declaring the child-victims choosing prostitution as a Thatcherite-Cameronian career-choice of shining capitalist enterprise.  

“Meanwhile, on the other side of the globe, the perverts among the Japanese government are having a field day preventing for half a dozen years now the passing of laws to outlaw paedophile pornography – back in 2008, no less than the US Ambassador had published an article in a Japanese newspaper accusing the Japanese government of no less than allowing paedophilia and violent crime against children to continue in Japan.  Japanese Comics like Manga, and quite a few other forms of paedophile pornography shall continue to be available in ordinary bookshops, “like Junior Idol which depicts very young girls 13-14-15 years old in swimsuits, in sexually provocative poses, very widely available, there’s clearly a large market for this”, reported Rupert Wingfield-Hayes of BBC 1 World News after midnight on Thursday the 5th of June 2014.  He added quite bravely that “there is still, I have to say, in Japan, a surprisingly large number of men who don’t seem to have a problem with the sexualisation of children, and there’s a lot of borderline paedophilia material available on the market here in bookshops”.  

“There goes the grand march of capitalism with its filthy free markets requiring urgently a dynamic revolutionary Jesus Christ to whip them out of our planet!  

“In 1961, Alan Clark, the right-wing son of the British Establishment figure Lord Kenneth Clark famous with his multi-part BBC Television series on Civilization, shocked the British Ruling class by publishing a book no Marxist could write (I wish they would, rather than leave the honour to a fornicating Clark, later a Mrs. Thatcher gang master) called The Donkeys, meaning the British moustachioed  military generals who conducted the First World War battles – during which a most apt phrase had risen, identifying ordinary British soldiers as Lions, led to the slaughterhouse by ... Donkeys, an old colonial gerontocracy whose peak military grasp came in the form of cavalry charges with bayonets against German... tanks!  

“In their fury, the British Establishment blinded itself to the fact that Clark was no Bertrand Russell type peacenik, as he was really paying the greatest backhanded compliment to the British military as an army of Lions ... The Establishment pundits tried their everything to disgrace Clark’s book, but the historical facts Clark had unearthed failed them.    

A Major new Discovery in Theology

Lest you think that Professor Pilikian is an old sandals-wearing hippy in Bermuda-shorts gesturing Winston Churchill’s V-sign for free Christian love... nothing of the sort – the Professor’s revivification of Jesus Christ’s unconditional Love as a panacea for world-peace has deeper roots than hitherto understood through superficial Bible readings.  

For the ordinary atheistic masses, Theology is a totally boring subject.  Even for the ardent minority of Believers, it represents a very narrow discipline, but not for Professor Pilikian, who bravely goes where others fear to tread, and whose people (the Armenians) were the first in History to convert to Christianity with King and country in 301 AD, a most revolutionary act compared to Paganism, and laying the foundation of the very first National Church in history – it took another thousand years before our Tudor King Henry the VIII-th accidentally hit upon it in Britain, “only as an adjunct to his sexual peccadilloes ... He had a pre-Freudian penis problem” Professor Pilikian corrects me.  And how truly so!

Professor C. B. Badcock, author of pioneering books in the Social Sciences, and a Founder of Socio-biology, had already acknowledged in 1990 that

“Pilikian is a man of immense culture and learning ... great creative gifts ... very impressive achievements ... His deep knowledge of literature and the arts, combined with his critical well-informed appreciation of the social sciences, make him pre-eminently qualified to produce work of the first quality and greatest importance.”

The Professor’s discoveries in many polymath fields are worth many PhD theses, and I am given the privilege of recording some here for the very first time;

“The Medieval Christian Fathers of the Church were excellent Platonists.  A whole philosophical movement labelled Neo-Platonism evolved, spearheaded by Plotinus.  One could argue that Plato’s World of ideal Perfect Forms became the Christian Paradise.  Plato defined his most perfect Form as that of Beauty meaning Truth and Virtue.

“What has gone un-observed is the influence of the Pre-Socratic (pre-Plato) philosophers on Christian doxology; concepts, beliefs and dogma.  Anaximenes (of Miletus, a city of Ionian Greece) circa 580’s (BC – Before Christ, coined the concept of ἀρχη/arche (h) (later the root For Karl Jung’s arche-types), the primordial substance, of which All is made up, which Anaximenes considered to be AIR.  Heraclitus (of Ephesus city in Ionia) came along, and replaced Anaximenes’ arche(h) substance air, with Logos/λογωϛ, which in classical Greek came to mean a whole range of concepts defining the human mind – from the Word, to Reason, Reasoning, Logic, philosophical Argument etc.

“One of the greatest puzzles of biblical scholarship is the very first verse beginning the fourth gospel (of St. John); “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.”  

This most profound passage makes no sense whatsoever unless understood as a direct lift from Heraclitus, who considered the Word (Logos) to be the arche(h) the God, of which all is born.  

“Pythagoras was the ‘first’ Jesus-figure with-disciples, who were convinced that their master had acquired such superhuman magical powers as to perform impossible miracles... A recent controversy about Mary Magdalene as a disciple of Jesus was not even controversial for Pythagoras who seems to have counted women among his own followers!   

“Empedocles of Acragas city (in the West of modern Sicily) was another Jesus figure, raising the dead (like Lazarus), bringing a dead person back from Hades – the dreaded Under-world of the Dead.

“Moreover, one of the glories of Pre-Socratic philosophy is this Empedocles’ most extraordinary and unique concept of Love and Strife (conflict, War, really) as the main opposing forces of the universe.  They are in continuous cosmogonic (=universe creating) operation.  When Love gradually defeats Strife, all is well and harmonious and pleasant, until Strife gradually defeats Love and all gradually breaks down, disharmony and chaos sets in, until the next evolutionary development of Love to Harmony.

“It is this love that becomes Jesus Christ’s unconditional Love, single arche(h), nothing to do with sandal-wearing Hippy US porno aberration ... incidentally, what is even more extraordinary is the similarity of Empedocles’ concepts to his contemporary Chinese classical notion of Yin and Yang, gradually evolving into each other, at one point being the same...  

“Most importantly and fundamentally, the Christian concept of Resurrection which for some Christian Theologians sums up the whole point of the Christian Belief system – just a few lines in the Gospels (when the three Mary’s discover that Jesus’ tomb was empty), it is transliterated by the Christian Fathers into becoming a Sign of Resurrection, the Medieval evidential proof of the Soul’s immortality, nothing if not everything that renders Christianity meaningful, that Jesus Christ via his Resurrection defeats Death itself manifesting God’s promise of eternal life for the believers in his Son.  

“The firm belief in reincarnation was actually the essential ideatic conceptual heart of the Pythagoreans.  Their source of the belief remains mysterious, still undiscovered in biblical scholarship, and most likely directly connected with the more sophisticated notion of Metempsychosis, a fundamental building block in Hinduism, where the Soul is re-incarnated endlessly in animals (and plants), until it reaches Nirvana =total wisdom/enlightenment (in Buddhism).  

“My contention is that even more than Plato; it is the Pre-Socratic philosophers that produced over five centuries the Christian dogma at the level of its brick-by-brick construction.  This again, is a subject for a PhD thesis.

“It remains to note that the notion of Love=Eros is even older than Empedocles’ notions.  It may just about pre-date Homer in 7th c. BC, and according to which the universe as Eros was egg-shaped, before it broke and gave birth to all.  In other words, ALL is born out of LOVE, FOR LOVE, and nothing else = the Christian God and his angels in his Paradise.  Strife is a much, much later evil birth = Satan gripped by power-lust and playing the endless games of wishing to topple God.

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When you read Professor Pilikian's collection of excerpts from Vahé-Vahian's book of poems in remembrance of his son, you will understand and be able to recognise the depth of the pure love that I am referring to. This remarkable man (Vahé-Vahian) is not only fortunate enough to actually feel this emotion, but miraculously has managed to actually portray it for all to read and try to understand.  Professor Pilikian writes;

“And what a contrast to the incredible evil of a British aristocratic paedophile pervert of a father, who repeatedly, regularly raped his own five years old son (The BBC Culture Show: Edward St. Aubyn – At last?)  The honey-sweet child grew up to become a double drugs addict (heroin and cocaine) in his teens in New York, where else – The drugs/money/porno capital of the world! – Suicidal by his twenties, St Aubyn today (in his forties?) confesses with a sad smile, “I’m ...I’m paranoid, and my basic assumption is that people are out to get me ... I was completely persuaded that everyone would be disgusted by what I’d revealed in the book and the shame I felt, I projected the shame I felt onto the world and thought it would be served back to me”.  

“By Jove, this St Aubyn man is a walking miracle of Survival – he is entitled to every neurosis our filthy money-mad war-torn world can throw at him, and yet he could keep himself sane enough to write those incredible five Melrose novels about his Sado-masochist parents, a father unworthy of the epithet, whose depraved violence creates a new category of perversion in the history of psychology – incestuous homosexual rapist paedophilia, who cooks and puts the food on the floor for his wife to eat from there ... and the foolish doormat woman does it too, shaming every feminist anywhere in the world.  

“It could be a nice A-level exam question to Compare and Contrast this English aristo-cat awash with money, to the saintly Armenian poet devastated by his child’s accidental death, who as a child himself had barely escaped the genocide of his family by the most vicious Ottoman Turks, the proto-Islamic jihadists of today, who were addicted to head-chopping and women-and-boys raping ...    

There seems to be some sort of social stigma attached to men and their display of love to others, even their own children, that somehow this is a sign of weakness in character. In truth it shows real strength.  An offshoot of the Professor’s theories as yet unexplored is the adult/parent relationship - babies do not stay honey-sweet, they grow up, nasty, evil, thy become parents and the warmongers... Parent/child relationships are very difficult, especially when the children become adults, with their own views and opinions, in fact thy may be the most difficult relationships to sustain, ideally they should be good and last forever, in reality that is not always the case. 

Father’s day – and I have not spoken to my Father today, nor shall I. He lives in Australia and I do not know when they celebrate Father's Day there... anyway, at my mature age, I am still feeling disappointed by him, but I do love him very much indeed, encouraged by the Professor’s powerful ideas, TRULY ILLUMINATING – a STIRRING PIECE, that MAKES YOU FEEL ANGRY AND SAD, DISAPPOINTED AND DISGUSTED, YET ALL THE WAY THROUGH, YOU NEVER LOSE SIGHT OF THE MAIN THEME, which is LOVE.
 

 LOVE OF OUR CHILDREN IS THE GREATEST LOVE OF ALL. WE MUST TEACH THEM TO BE OPEN AND DECLARE THEIR LOVE FOR THEIR OWN CHILDREN, AND SO ON, UNTIL IN THE END THE ANOMALOUS PERSON WILL BE THE ONE WHO IS UNABLE OR UNWILLING TO SHOW HIS LOVE AND AFFECTION. 

 

In spite of its tragic content, Professor H. I. Pilikian's exegesis of Vahé-Vahian's poem contains something so uniquely uplifting, the fertile seeds of hope and regeneration, that I can only describe it in conclusion as a paean to life's simple desirable beauties.

The death of a child is what after all symbolizes the total evil of wars and genocides, an everyday occurrence in our world messed about by evil governments. Having felt Professor Pilikian's deep humanity and compassion for mankind's parental grief for their violated and massacred children, it inspires ME to share my own message – a fundamental optimism – with my readers, in a sense what the poet Vahé-Vahian's own eldest son, the architect Tsolak advised his own father (in the poem, verse XVI).

You are not an island, dear Reader, how you feel and behave does affect other people around you. I hope you are jolly to your family, please try to smile at them when you see them, especially your children. The sun is shining, you need to try and lift your spirits. Let the sunlight in to chase away the gloom from your life. You are alive, start living and enjoy it. My Mother and her partner both suffer from the dreaded cancer ... they have their down moments, but on the whole we manage to keep quite positive about life. Come on you too, my dear reader, join us smiling.

Please try your hardest to get back in touch with the simple joys that make you happy in life; the trees, the spring flowers, the beautiful vibrant colours everywhere. Try and appreciate each delicate new daffodil, with its bright yellow petals, soaking up the sun in the hope that the sunshine will help it share its wonderful golden glory. Actually look around you when you go out, smile at a few strangers and let their warm smile touch your heart like it always used to. Buy yourself a nice juicy honey-dew melon or some lovely strawberries, sit in the sun in the park, and enjoy every sweet mouthful, think of all the fresh raindrops and beautiful warm sunshine that went into fertilizing that fruit to make it grow so succulent.

You have a beautiful nature – most people do.  Thank God pure satanic evil is still very rare, and product of a thousand social factors that can be cured in time.  Please do not miss the glory of life, the wonder of each fresh new dawn, the hope that we can all get from the start of a brand new day. Do not deny yourself all the warmth of life. Please try and soak up some of the love being sent to you, it will soften your heart and nourish your soul. All of the people that know you are sending you their love; they are your spiritual husbands and wives.

If only the world would look at each other in that way and recognize the joy that is all around us.

Some people say that they cannot believe in miracles. Do they not see that we are living in a true miracle of biological magnificence? How many sets of circumstances had to be just so, precisely right, to create what we have – what 'Darwinian' evolution has provided us with, what we see every day!

The miracle is Life itself.

When people start to truly believe this, they shall cherish what we have in the way that they should. We must absolutely sustain this planet.

The universe may never align again in the way it did once eons ago, to make that spark of life possible.

It is the worst kind of human foolishness to expect that miracle to be duplicated, which we had in the first place, the first time around, merely because we did not appreciate through 20th century global pollution – specifically man-made Carbon Dioxide, 35 billion tonnes of it per year uploaded into the atmosphere of this sad little planet, abused day and night by totally stupid governments.

As the practical philosopher that Professor Pilikian is, he states (personal communication);

“If you travel towards space, this whole planet becomes a grain of dust ... and yet in this tiny grain of nothingness, we exist (in itself a miracle!), but shamelessly constantly war, bombard our cities to smithereens, kill and kill each other ... what for? How ridiculous, pathetic, downright stupid.  O when, when shall people finally come to their god-given senses, and learn Peace?  

“Out of all languages, the Armenian language alone has the longest most difficult word for Peace – Salam (Arabic), Paix (French), Frieden (German), Mir (Russian), Shalom (Hebrew), Pace (Italian), but in Armenian kha-gha-ghou-tioun (try it, say it), as if to manifest the enormous difficulties of the human stupidity of failing to reach it... Perhaps an annual ritual of five minutes held in every country to watch on huge screens communally a video of the world slowly becoming a grain of dust in space ... may bring people to their senses to request of their enormously foolish governments to finally make peace!!!

“Building a city (with serviceable infrastructure) takes literally centuries, but with modern weaponry (with the obscene American Drones) you can destroy it in a few days ... Warmongering is an act of such grotesque stupidity that I can only refer to perpetrators as a Government of Donkeys (and with great apologies to the real donkeys), in the immortal observation of a World War One Soldier, writing in a letter home, that the War was one of heroes led to the slaughterhouse by Donkeys – their generals!

A Major Re-think of the Two World Wars as One

“The labelling of the Second World War by Historians as number 2 was merely a casual unfounded a-historical nonsense.  There was truly only ONE World War, the First – the Second was merely a continuation of the first, which the world leader-donkeys simply did not know how to end ... extending into the Korean War (which President Truman described in his Diary as “the 3rd world war has began”). The military are experts at starting a war, but a ... donkey at ending one, precisely as today, in Afghanistan, for example.  Here is what an American Sergeant Bowe Robert Bergdahl was reported as saying (Channel 4 News, Mon 2nd June, 2014, 7 pm) ;

“The US army is the biggest joke the world has to laugh at, it is the army of liars, backstabbers, fools and bullies ... {representing a country, the US which is} the most conceited in the world”.

“A sweet gay young man, Chelsea Manning I say should have been honoured by the United Nations for exposing to the world “US war crimes” – The Spokesman 122, 2013, p. 25, edited by Tony Simpson, founded by Bertrand Russell, and worthier than ever of his great memory, a publication where you can read the truth other news media lie about ...

“Chelsea (former Bradley) unusually wise for her age states with an admirable knowledgeable confidence, “we have forgotten our humanity.  We consciously elected to devalue human life both in Iraq and Afghanistan”.  Absolutely!  And the US military of donkeys condemned this sweet child to 35 years of imprisonment... all because Bradley had released to the global audience on the YouTube the callous   genocidal manner with which the US air force strafed to smithereens a group of un-armed Iraqi citizens going about their business in the city of Baghdad.         

“Some historians have acknowledged the superficial fact that the Germans felt too humiliated by the First World War to start the Second ... The famous English economist John Maynard Keynes (1883-1946), a prince of the closet-queen gaydom set up in London’s Bloomsbury, and a director of the British racist Eugenics Society, was the first propagator of this ridiculous idea.  A morbid anti-Marxist, his best economic theory was actually a plagiarist snatch from the ... Soviet Union – Socialist State-subsidy to re-invigorate tottering capitalism, what the ‘engineer’ of the British New Labour pseudo-socialism, prime minister Gordon Brown did, by donating (money-printing called quantitative easing) 250 billion pounds to Britain’s bankrupt Banks, saving rotten capitalism with perfumed socialism.  

“Britain is thought to have 22 million homes – Mr. Brown could give a billion pounds to each household, and still have 200 billion to spare, making the British people wealthier than the entire world.

“Maynard Keynes wanted to have preserved German militarism but under British control, keep the cancer and make money by administering medicine to it for life  – in fact Germany was not punished enough for its inhumanity, an unprovoked aggression against the world, designed  to match the British Empire with a German one, that claimed sixty million dead, maimed, traumatized, forever ruined hulks of men and women, and its main ally, Turkey, genociding the native Armenians, but punished not at all – the Treaty of Sèvres (1922) intended to obliterate the Ottoman empire dividing it up between the Armenians and the Kurds was conceived and recorded, signed and sealed by 22 nations, but left dead in the water, subverted, betrayed, backstabbed by the Franco-British imperialists who invented a new Turkey (as a barrier against Soviet Communism) by headhunting a Freemason brother Mustafa Kemal Ataturk, whose first glorious political blow-job was to burn down the city of Izmir with its Greco-Armenian population, 50 thousand dead ...

“The Donkey-governments of the West fell almost by default into the rat-trap of second world war, by the end of which Germany finally was truly deservedly punished, annihilated by the inevitable consequences of its genocidal Nazism – Hitler’s last command to the nation that had worshipped him was to destroy them all, ALL infrastructure – nothing, but absolutely nothing should have survived the Charlie Chaplin clown... The complete destruction of Germany was the final straw that broke its evil deformed camel’s back, as a direct consequence of which Germany today finally seems to have learnt its Lesson of history, to be the most peace-loving-and-keeping nation in the world – as the two world wars were started by imperialist German governments of donkeys, the Peace in Europe today is held out for over half a century now entirely due to the collective wisdom of the German democratic State, which the post modern American and British imperialists are desperate to subvert (via the European Union).   The Soviet Union had finally cut out the German cancer, placing it on a healthy track of wholesome economic regeneration.  It is not the German economy that is saving Europe, but its miraculous skill of peace-keeping.

“The two world wars were truly really a single one, stretched over several decades by sheer donkey-folly.  The world was so shocked by the genocide of the Armenians in 1915 perpetrated by the Ottoman Turks, the allies of German imperialism, launching the First World War, that by the end of it, the world said NEVER AGAIN, they labelled it “THE WAR TO END ALL WARS”, and the Day of Remembrance was conceived and designated for that purpose of PREVENTING ALL WARS, displaying horror and disgust at warmongering.  

“The dead were totally innocent young men who had absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with anything, except being raped by their donkey-generals to massacre each other.  The world leaders today dressed up in High couture dined together on the beaches of Normandy ... they played the bagpipes, patted each other on the shoulders, none of them remembered the Remembrance end of war mantra, NEVER AGAIN.  

“Over the years, the modern (neo con) British imperialists successfully perverted that message of preventing all wars into its exact dialectical opposite of glorifying the war, with wheel-chair bound veterans drowned in multi-colour tin-medals paraded as objects of veneration rearing to welcome the new glorious deads from recent wars.  After all, it is a well-established historical fact that the Taliban, and the Al-Qaida and Usama Bin Laden all were the monsters conceived and given birth to by the American CIA to fight off the soviet Red Army that had rid the world of the Nazi cancer.

“Our Foreign Secretary Mr. William Hague has just launched with some Hollywood razzmatazz one of the most laughable campaigns of our days, totally hypocritical and dumb-ass, declaring in a grand opening speech; “sexual violence has no place as a weapon of war in this world” {London Evening Standard, (10 June 2014, pp 2-3)} – as if it were OK to use a thousand other disgusting weapons, like the latest Drones, clean-killing done from your CIA bedroom with a computer - President Obama’s favourite they say, and he has killed silently, sneakily, without international media attention tens of thousands in Afghanistan, leaving vulnerable women and children as prey ripe for rape.  

“Mr. Kerry, Mr Hague’s US counterpart wants the world to “follow the US in making perpetrators “unwelcome” – Gosh, how civilized a word Mr. Kerry is using – unwelcome?  War-rapists must be torn apart by the dogs of war.  But obviously, Mr. Kerry is happy denying them a mere welcome, with no hamburgers or Coca Cola served for their conference dinner.  

“The arms industry of Anglo-America is having a huge laughter at these fools.  The only thing wrong with wars is war itself! Who is going to tell off the soldiers who kill and maim and are given medals, to then be reprimanded – made unwelcome – for raping their enemies’ wives and children?  The British government’s seismic belly-laugh of a message is; Hay You, Peoples of the world, it is all right to maim and kill, but just don’t rape.

“The most intelligent Mr. Hague (he was a teenager when head-hunted for the cause by Mrs. Thatcher) solemnly declares – “governments alone cannot end sexual violence in conflict” – a lie, they can and they should, and must not start it in the first place.  Mr Hague, the great bald egg-head diplomat that he is, is very careful not to say ‘war’ for ‘in-conflict’, and wants the world to know that donkey-governments are not responsible for warmongering.  Who then, pray, tell us fought the world wars, Korea, Vietnam, Palestine ... down to Iraq, Syria, Libya, Sudan, soon Ukraine ...

“For the duration of the Vietnam war, the US government officially had designated the whole country of Thailand as a brothel for the US army. I had read about this at the time as a teenager, and thought perhaps my memory was playing tricks, when I could not locate the information recently, until the news in a “welcome” way surfaced lately in connection with Tiger Woods’ peccadillo’s – the news media reported that Tiger as a baby was brought up by a fornicating father, a US officer in Vietnam whose job it was to oversee the smooth operation of the US army’s great brothel-rape of Thailand. The whole of Thailand has not yet recovered from the trauma.  Thailand is the number one country for sex-tourism, its lady-boys are world-famous, and its men-folk are universally emasculated, hated and estranged by their women, while their military with US dollars never stop from doing coups.  

End War, Full Stop!

“The London Evening Standard has published a poster with the logo, End War rape 2014.  Why not End War itself with an exclamation Mark!  The airhead Ms Angelina Jolie, a control-freak – “had undergone a preventative double mastectomy” (Evening Standard, 10 June 2014, p.12-3) – wants to run after the rapists ... How about the genociders? Hasn’t she seen the film about the genocide in Rwanda when the United Nations peacekeepers deserted their camps and the thousands of the refugees as rape-and-kill meat for the oncoming dogs of genocide with machetes?

“Jolie’s next film, which she has directed and is currently editing, is about the heroism of war” (Standard, p.13)   Oh how sickening – precisely as I had predicted it, that behind the British neo-con government’s campaign is the nasty glorification of war, spearheaded not even by the egg-head Mr. Hague, but the pseudo-Catholic war-criminal Mr. Tony Blair.  And Ms Jolie is rushed into a Damehood – “After the hobnobbing, star struck Hague hands the queen of Tinsel town a gong”, Daily Mail, June 14, 2014, pp 1-3).   Poverty stricken women get-raped, for tinsel town queens to get gongs – this is yet another shining example of the globalization of the capitalist warmongering justice Mr. Blair believes in, not in the Lord above.

“In a documentary by my favourite top notch Hollywood film-director with high consciousness and excellent conscience, Oliver Stone (on some of the recent south American presidents), the late president of Argentina tells Stone about an intimate personal conversation with President George Bush, who confides in him that the Free-market Buzz of the neo-cons etc. is rubbish window dressing for his grand insight – he had noticed that the American economy is productive and profitable only when it is exclusively focused on making wars ... what a genius! That is why, he and his White House gang of mentally ill murder-squads whose collective mental age is that of a retard, invented Islamic Terrorism, and globalized it for a never ending war that can enrich America for good... Who needs enemies, with friends like Donald Rumsfeld – who announced by TV to the world the Rumanian President (phonetically pronounced) Chau-shes-ku’s well-deserved death as Cow-chess-ku’s – and the notorious Dick Cheney, of the Halliburton transnational tax-avoiding money-launderers...

“Oliver Stone’s 10-part Television series, the Untold History of the United States must be required viewing in secondary schools all over the world.  In part 5, on the fifties during the Dwight Eisenhower presidency, when the said president had promoted the firm conviction of using nuclear bombs as routinely as any other weapon grade ordnance, oblivious to the fact that no one, not even his foolish self and sycophants Allen Dulles and cross-dresser Edgar Hoover would survive to use any guns, not even a bullet, let alone a nuclear bomb again ... Jawaharlal Nehru, one of the great political leaders of the 20th century and a much favoured bed-partner of Lord Mountbatten’s wife – the last British governor of India – denounced publicly the nuclear-obsessed leaders of America the Great, as “dangerous, self-centred lunatics, who would blow up any people of a country who come in the way of their policy”.  

“Eisenhower himself (according to Oliver Stone) told his National Security Council “Everybody seems to think that we are skunks, sabre-rattlers, and warmongers”... Spot-on mate!  Even today the world thinks the same of America, and additionally of Tony Blair’s Mrs. Thatcher’s Britain ... unlike Dulles, they are not even worried that “comparisons are now being made between ours and Hitler’s military machine”.  Unlike Mrs T and Mr T Blair, Eisenhower seems to have possessed a sliver of conscience, when he finally confessed to Allen Dulles who was no father-confessor, “I leave a legacy of fascists to my successor” – the right confession to the wrong confessor, alas, poor Yorick!

“The British neo-cons of the Lib. Dems seem to have conceived their own pathetic version of the Bush/Halliburton terrorism; the glorification of war grounded in gay-love of Soldiery – in Britain we say find the Truth in the small print ... in a little corner of a Daily Mail (May 31, 2014) page ... 36, there is a most frightening one liner that throws a spotlight on Ms Jolie’s British government rape-gong – “The Coalition (=the present British Government) is investing £19 million in programmes to develop an Armed Forces “ethos” in state schools” – British Teaching Unions, Help!  Kalashnikov runners and gunners submitting the free spirit of our children to Banana-republic military oppression! Our poor children – Do they not merit the freedom and democracy guaranteed by the 800 years old glory of the Magna Carta?                            

Professor Pilikian obviously had the stamina to continue, but I was myself exhausted and left speechless at the sheer power of the professor’s polymath mind and ten-a-minute new ideas pouring out of it.  The distinguished Professor Badcock had indeed prophesied as much two decades ago.

P.S.

I have just finished watching the BBC Panorama documentary about the child-prostitution in Brazil Professor Pilikian refers to above.  It is horrendous indeed. It is disgusting. Those poor babies!  How can the Brazilian rich stand by and see that happening. It is absolutely outrageous and heart-breaking.

How can those child-rapists sleep at night and our government can run campaigns for rape-at-war, as if peacetime and international football makes it all right...  

How can (in my naive thinking) any government let it get that bad, for children in Rio to whore for bread? I sit here and weep for them. How can the government in Brazil justify spending all those billions (11.4 billion English pounds – Daily Mail, 7th June, 2014, p. 16) on football when their babies of 11 and 12 are selling themselves for food, drugs and alcohol. 

They live in rubbish and when it rains their own excrement! No. No child should have to live like that. Nobody of any age should have to live like that. 

I just cannot believe what my eyes witnessed.

What sort of demonic, depraved, maniacs walk this earth that actually uses these babies for sex? Those truck drivers and Football tourists need to be castrated.

With every degrading sexual act, another piece of these children dies. They are not living, they merely exist.  Plants and pets are kept better in Britain.  There are still many unacceptable social ills in Britain, including homelessness, slavery, sex-trafficking of women from the former Soviet Union and the East European countries, and perhaps even from ... Brazil.  But at least our governments, under pressure from the British Trade Unions which Mrs. Thatcher wished to genocide out of existence and failed thankfully, are constantly vigilant defending our social rights.  We can still feel proud of our National Health and welfare system however much dilapidated by our own corrupt governments.  

All honour is to the Brazilian people who have the noble consciousness of rebelling against their government’s corruption.  No wonder the wise and learned Professor Pilikian, following Alan Clark, qualifies them as a Government of Donkeys, with apologies to all the true good donkeys of our planet.  

An Art-Historical Note by Professor Hovhanness I. Pilikian

 

Lady Butler’s painting Scotland Forever (1881) deserves profound consideration.  It is a remarkable ‘expressionist’ painting, unique in the history of narrative painting, specifically of the war-category.  There simply is nothing quite like it, not even remotely comparable with any battlefield paintings by male artists. 

In terms of pure colour-volumes, note immediately the white virginal innocence (of the horses), upon which the blood-red (of the soldiers’ outfits) is pouring, with smatterings of the congealed black-blood (of the soldiers’ ‘Crimean’ fur-hats).
 



 Lady Butler has further executed three extraordinary creative acts of extreme originality;

(1)   She has rendered her painting more about the horses, pushing them as far as technically possible, onto the foreground, rather than their human riders, pushed equally forcefully into the background. 

(2)   She has humanized the horse-heads with wild violence, but very much with human-like expressions and distortions. 

(3)   The fury and outrage of the horse-faces are palpable.  This horse-face with a defiant throw-back neck anticipates incredibly ... Picasso’s Guernica.

 

 



Detail from Picasso's Guernica (1937,displayed at the Museo Reina Sofia, Madrid, Spain. The original painting - oil on canvas - is in black-and-white and gray).

"Guernica" is the name of the most ancient village of the 'Armenian' Basque region in Northern Spain. The name may have derived from the Armenian root-word, Yeghnik = deer, a region full of deer in ancient times).

 

Note the stab-wound on the horse's neck, very much as in Lady Butler's horse. The similarities are so uncanny as to render an accidental overlap unlikely. Picasso surely should have been familiar with Lady Butler's painting somehow.

As for Picasso's link with our Armenian poet (Vahe-Vahian appreciated Picasso greatly), I can do no better than quote Rudolf Arnheim, who wrote in 1973 (in a study on Guernica, University of California Press); "women and children have often been presented by Picasso as the very perfection of mankind. An assault on women and children is, in Picasso's view, directed at the core of mankind." 

 

 

 

The angry questioning of the horse-face pictured here (by Lady Elizabeth Butler), with its reddish Celtic mane in the wind, is practically a parliamentary debating horse denouncing the futility of the Bush war, and Tony Blair’s lies on Iraq, while having to rush there unwillingly. 

This horse-visage on the left is old and wise, outraged but totally puzzled, like the late Tony Benn, sad that Donkeys West and East still warmonger globally...
 

 

I am surprised that the Scottish National Party has not selected Lady Butler’s this painting as an advertisement for their forthcoming ballot on Scottish Independence.

Dedication

by

Phaedra Behrent

Professor Pilikian has just asked me kindly if I would dedicate my (this) website to the readership of Keghart.com. I am delighted to oblige.
Even more; although not immediately of Armenian parentage (I am as English as they come), after all, in a sense, we are all of us on this planet of Armenian stock, Mount Ararat being the first piece of land appearing on the waters of this planet – Professor Pilikian’s first great genius of a scientific discovery! To which naturally follows the second and third vital historical acts, Homo Erectus Bipedalism and the creation of human language – in the mountainous highlands spewed out of the volcanic Ararat range, over ‘billenia’. Darwin’s theory of human origins in the African savannah was recently proven by Professor Pilikian to be patently un-scientific, and absurdly ridiculous, as the human brain and intelligence could only and exclusively evolve in a mountainous landscape, on and in the landmass of the Armenian Highlands.


The Professor writes;

"Many ancient peoples in our very own times are re-discovering their ‘Armenian’ origins; the Anglo-Saxon Chronicles, Britain’s own first recorded history (8th c. AD) has an introduction which claims that "The oldest inhabitants of these isles come from Armenia", which British racist historians hitherto have corrupted to ‘Armorica’ ... 


Over a hundred years ago, Ellis, an Oxford Reverend wrote a book titled  The Armenian origins of the Etruscans (a single copy exists in the British Library). The Etruscans originally inhabited the whole of the Italian continent progenitoring the multi-ethnic citizenry of Rome.
 
The Basque, the first inhabitants of the Iberian Peninsula (Modern Spain and Portugal, with a laughable territorial boundary – the Spanish and Portuguese languages are dialects of each other!) have been claiming Armenian linguistic origins, hence common ancestry.


The Kurds of Turkey consider themselves blood-brothers of the Armenians – they who converted to Islam, and the Armenians who remained Christian.


The national Epic of the Georgians records that the Kartveli (= Georgian, in the Georgian Language) was the twin of Armenios (= Armenian)."


 I would like to go further and happily dedicate this website to the following first-class Editors of international standing on the Internet;  Garabed Hakopian, a fellow poet, and the Founder President of the  Assembly of the Armenians of Europe based in Sweden (aaeurop.com);  Simon Aynedjian, Founder / Chief Editor of Gibrahayer.com (= Cypriot Armenians);  Yervand Khosrofian, Editor-in-chief / Founder of Nor Khosq (= New Word) from Germany;  Dikran Aprahamian, Founder/Editor of  Keghart (= Fine Arts) from Canada, and his English-section co-Editor  Jerry Tutunjian; and last but not least the Poet  Richard Skellington, an Open University Social Scientist, Founder/Editor of Society Matters, a close friend of the Professor.

He writes; "When I first offered Vahé-Vahian’s poetry for publishing, fears were expressed that "no one will read it ... [the rhetorical question, Who cares about poetry nowadays? was implied]".

The Answer came; Thousands – literally! – 3,620 to be precise (the latest figure, and counting) of Keghart’s readers alone proved the naysayers totally wrong.


"Messrs. Dikran Aprahamian and Simon Aynedjian have led the way in the Armenian Diaspora of nurturing over many years a highly intelligent Readership, that is moreover polite and pleasant at all times even when Ultra-critical. They are as such perhaps unique on the world-wide Net – the Keghart and Gibrahayer readership are paradigms of critical virtue lacking any troll-idiocy."


My fond hope is that every single one of those thousands will surface, and inscribe his/her individual name here, on this website (in Comments) to construct a monument in perpetuity for the great Armenian poet, Vahé-Vahian.

Space is infinite. We are not bound by the shape of a stone monument.

 "May I humbly add, dear Mrs Behrent;   "Every peace-loving reader protective of their women and children – past, present, and ... future – is dear to me, precious in their humanity, priceless in their goodness. God Bless all in perpetuity.


"God blesses the peace-makers by burning the warmongers in Hell – Beware warmongering governments of Donkeys. The Law of Karma lets No one get away with injustice.


"O genocidal evil warmonger, Thou shalt die in agony even in old age. No one can escape God’s Justice. Those oligarchs of the world who think they do are the greatest fools of all times."  

The following is a Press-Report written by the London writer,
Mrs Edwina Charles, published on multi-lingual Armenian Diaspora websites.

 

 

 

A Blog of Classical Armenian Poetic Beauty

 

By

 Edwina Charles, BA (Lon), BSc (Hons)(OU)

 

Mrs. Phaedra Behrent is a woman-poet, from a British sea-town – Margate – made famous by William Turner, according to John Ruskin, the greatest English painter (of his time, in Ruskin’s mind meaning of course “of all time”).  Mrs. Behrent, with a savvy initiative has created and just launched a most stunningly beautiful Blog-site

 

http://vahe-vahian-poet.blogspot.co.uk/

dedicated to a great modern Armenian poet of the Western Armenian literary tongue – Vahé-Vahian.

 

The latter was a survivor of the most horrendous genocide of the Armenians by the Young Turks perpetrated in 1915 – the first of its kind launching the First World War – and had ended up in Beirut, the vibrant capital city of the beautiful Lebanon, frequently referred to as “the Switzerland of the Middle East”, but as Professor Pilikian (who grew up there in the sixties) puts it,

“Converted into a ... brothel, by and for the Saudi Arabian Sheikhs – hypocrites, who run to the mountains of Lebanon to guzzle alcohol, as endless as their petrol ... guzzled in turn by their American slave-masters”. 

Vahé-Vahian, tasting poverty, and through sheer hard-work turns himself into one of the great poets of Western Armenian literature.  Unfortunately, unbearable tragedies strike him.  As if the genocide by the Turkish beasts were not enough, Vahé-Vahian loses his beautiful wife, and then their second son to a fatal car crash in Dubai.  Against all the odds, the last tragedy renders him even a greater poet ... he conceives and publishes a unique book in world-literature; a father’s unbearable grief and lamentation for his son.  And herein lies the second most powerful feature of Mrs. Behrent’s Blog – inspired by the most learned intellectual of the Armenian Diaspora (with University Degrees in English Literature, Social Anthropology, Economics, from Universities in the Lebanon, Germany, and Britain) Professor Hovhanness I. Pilikian’s translation and exegesis of Vahé-Vahian’s work, Mrs. Behrent has written a huge commentary with the clever ironic little title of a Brief Comment!

Mrs Behrent is entirely right to relate to the grand theme of Love propagated by Professor Pilikian as the grand theme of Vahé-Vahian’s poem.  Her views are a tad naive and rosy-tinted, with US New Age hippy sweetness – go out and enjoy the sunshine! if you could find it of course in cold Britain – but strangely Mrs. Behrent’s heart-warming optimism works mental miracles as a total contrast to Professor Pilikian’s powerful, mind-blowing socio-political ideas.

 

Mrs. Behrent escapes personal controversy shrewdly by publishing directly citations/gems from the Professor’s intellectual treasure-house.  Upon the basis of this Blog alone, one can confidently consider the Professor to be one of the great thinkers of our time, Karl Marx & Sigmund Freud in one – Pilikian is definitely the most inventive and innovative of the lot, always evidence-led even in a most boring field of study such as Theology; the Professor argues very convincingly that the Pre-Socratic philosophers were a great source of influence in the construction of the Christian dogma.  This idea (as all of the Professor’s radically new ideas) is worth a whole PhD thesis!

A Polymath, by definition an expert in many fields of knowledge, Professor Pilikian’s incredible discovery of Picasso’s famous outraged horse in Guernica, the most powerful anti-war painting in Art-history, found in a Lady Elizabeth’s 19^th c. anti-war Painting, is an unexpected major art-archaeological find.  

Finally, the most extraordinary paradigmatic shift yet affected by Professor Pilikian in the context of world-wars (in plural) is the following; Granted that the notion is common (first propagated by the gay Bloomsbury set) that the 2^nd World War happened because the victors of the First were too harsh with the instigators (the German Kaiser and his ‘British’-imperialist set), the Professor argues that in fact the Germans were not punished enough for a deed that cost the world 20 million dead, and equal numbers of the maimed.  Professor Pilikian offers the outstanding concept that actually there only was a single World War, the First stretched into the Second, extended further into the Korean War ... in terms of statistical numbers, perhaps 200 million people were killed as a result of idiots, like hyenas tearing nations apart for almost half a century of the 20th  ...

According to the Professor, “the Military, were they not such butchers, are always ridiculously hilarious with their stiff rhythmic walking in North Korea, and oven-heat producing tall fur hats of the daily British Changing of the Guards – we laugh at the Koreans, but tourists take selfies with the equally ridiculous Brits!  Alas, this is the way of the world – one is loved and the other is hated precisely for the same reason...”

Mrs. Behrent has most kindly dedicated her Blog to several distinguished Editors of multilingual Armenian websites, Messrs Garabed Hakopian (from Sweden), Yervand Khosrofian (from Germany), Simon Aynedjian (from Cyprus), Dikran Aprahamian & Jerry Tutunijian (from Canada), and the Milton Keynes poet Richard Skellington, founder-Editor of Britain’s Open University Forum on the Net. 

What is even more extraordinary, is Mrs. Behrent’s next sweetest thought – she has dedicated her Blog to the global Readers, every one of them, of those websites where they had read Professor Pilikian’s published translation of Vahé-Vahian’s unique world-masterpiece.   

She calls upon them to re-appear and inscribe their names on her Blog as a Memorial Stele honouring the great Armenian poet himself,  

Vahé-Vahian. 

 

 

 

 

This Press-Report has also been published on the following websites:

 

www.norkhosq.net

 

   http://www.aaeurop.com/?p=15467 

www.ragmamoul.net

 

www.facebook.com/Gibrahayer   (Gibrahayer EMagazine on Facebook)