Beast Pulse is a poetic formula, according to which each line sums by Alphanomics (AQ) to 666.
The Sanctification of Iambic Pentameter, for example, is a Beast Pulse phrase independently discovered by multiple explorers.
As this phrase tacitly suggests, Iambic Pentameter can be emulated in Beast Pulse, to arbitrary precision. This in turn suggests that trawling the canon of poetic lines composed in the form of English epic verse will yield an improbably rich catch of Beast Pulse phrases.
Since floating this thesis on X, a torrent of formally perfect, and erratically excellent, Beast Pulse poetry has been released, from numerous posters.
This blog space has been created to collect and comment upon that output. Contributions of either type are welcomed in the comments.
54 responses to “Beast PuLse”
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yyyyyy yyyy yyyyyyyyyy yyy
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lay off the amphetamines Nicky
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666
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arithmetically-overshadowed english
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Screaming ever after in the dimmings of the night,
Hoping ever after to attain what once was lost,
Seeking, always seeking, what was had but now is gone,
Hoping, always hoping, for the flame to burn anew.
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“Of Man’s First Disobedience, and the Fruit” -Paradise Lost
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Now, I have absolutely nothing to say.
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“The wages of sin is Death”
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Would you call a friend from half across the world?
If you’ll let us have his name and town and state,
You shall see and hear your cracking question hurled
Across the arch of heaven while you wait.
Has he answered? Does he need you at his side-
You can start this very evening if you choose
And take the Western Ocean in the stride
O seventy thousand horses and some screws!LikeLike
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beast pulse speaks in the antithetical
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“I must have been delirious, for I even sought amusement in speculating upon the relative velocities of their several descents toward the foam below.”
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We are so back. It’s like we never even left.
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War is the truest form of divination
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Honorable Mention: “Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.” = 777
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Chaucer, The Miller’s Tale, line 333:
Ther as the cat was wont in for to crepe = AQ 666LikeLike
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era of english syntax interrogation
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this miraculous wonder will arrive
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I shall overcome these foul creatures
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a persistence is my will, my function
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belief ignites a man who has lost all hope
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Endomorphism between heaven and gehenna
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technocapital engulfed gaia in black snow
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Frater Achad’s book of poetry, titled “31 Hymns to the Star Goddess who is not” = 666
Opening line of the same book “Mother of the Sun whose body is White” = 666
The guy is unconsciously channelling the New Aeon in his poetry!
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Pareidolia is an Emulation of a Faciality
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Sightless man hit a vein while blinking
His insidious sight bleated by a beauty
A pedestal placed so high caused jealousy
The sullen sister planning a penalty
Poisoning the image of this bridegroom
An inversion of signal, a revokable loveFather uses magic to contort the view
A pyrrhic tempest, a defoliant gesture
Symmetries of a phosphorescent fire
His entire life had been reduced to mere ash
A bleeding from pores, from tender ducts
Heavens become razed by an ephemeral blaze.:Dedicated to 337:.
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From the opening lines of Moby Dick… Call me Ishmael. Some years ago – never mind = 666
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st michaels funeral pyre lit at megiddo
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Boy, his father talk at the edge of a spring.
After the war, his father nursed a wound.
Although it is sunny, son was upset.
He turns to his son and started to ask…
The son got betrayed and no help arrived;
Philandering friend had courted his wife.Did all that he could to not use his knife,
Told to forgive, as shame further rose,
Forgiveness instead bothered him more;
This friend had changed his wife to a whore.
“God cannot keep getting away with this!”
“Oh, but He can, my boy, and it does not stop.‘No man on earth can manipulate God’s will.’”
“But how will I dodge this pain in my life?”
“This, my boy, is a secret of God’s willing.”
“But father, how do I survive the world?”
“I will tell you how this pain will end,
See boy, we endure all of these pains yet…An answer is given as apocalypse breaks.
It will be like this, my boy, listen now:
’Knowing revealed as a darkness arrives,
A cold twilight zeroed out endlessly,
No joy, or wonder, or anger, or festival:
It will be like Earth was before Creation.’”“‘A New Earth will be and pain will be no more.’
Feel my wound, son; both these pains heal.
Trust in His word, never stray away,
No matter how it began or how it can cease,
Know that our God keeps all of the keys,
Have faith at the End there will be a release.”“Thank you, oh father, for closing my eye,
So I can watch as this pained spirit dies,
A soul alike a withering, lilts… is pained,
I will trust in the God you explained,
To carry a soul past a pain’s bloody edge,
Into a time whence this soul can be wedged.” -
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Paradise Lost (the 12 books of the 1674 edition) actually has 50 instances of AQ 666 in a full line, making 666 equal thirty-fifth of 480 different line values. And here they are in order. Make of it what you will…
OF Mans First Disobedience, and the Fruit
Among the Nations round, and durst abide
Vice for it self: To him no Temple stood
Banded against his Throne, but to remaine
Of this ill Mansion: intermit no watch
Upon the wing, or in swift Race contend,
Fallacious hope, or arm th’ obdured brest
Medusa with Gorgonian terror guards
I pleas’d, and with attractive graces won
To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn;
And Tiresias and Phineus Prophets old.
Ah wherefore! he deservd no such return
In that bright eminence, and with his good
And now divided into four main Streams,
Singing thir great Creator: oft in bands
Thus he in scorn.The warlike Angel mov’d,
Thy fiercest, when in Battel to thy aide
To respit his day-labour with repast,
Came flying, and in mid Aire aloud thus cri’d.
Had ended; when to Right and Left the Front
In Gods Eternal store, to circumscribe
Hasted with glad precipitance, uprowld
Whose Seed is in her self upon the Earth.
In Forrest wilde, in Thicket, Brake, or Den;
Deliciously, and builds her waxen Cells
So Charming left his voice, that he a while
Things else by me unsearchable, now heard
To save appeerances, how gird the Sphear
Down to this habitable, which returnes
Each with thir kinde, Lion with Lioness;
Too much of Ornament, in outward shew
But what will not Ambition and Revenge
Each thing on Earth; and other care perhaps
This may be well: but what if God have seen,
Of Enemie hath beguil’d thee, yet unknown,
How can I live without thee, how forgoe
Both Good and Evil, Good lost, and Evil got,
Assembl’d Angels, and ye Powers return’d
His free Will, to her own inclining left
Sublime with expectation when to see
Thir penance, laden with Fruit like that
No homely morsels, and whatever thing
And wandring vanitie, when lest was safe,
To make death in us live: Then let us seek
What else but favor, grace, and mercie shon?
Inclin’d not, but his coming thus declar’d.
Ith’ midst an Altar as the Land-mark stood
But now prepare thee for another Scene.
And testifi’d against thir wayes; hee oft
Which now abated, for the Clouds were fled,
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unconditionally Miladychan posting
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Miladychan Unironically Shitposted
[The heart bleeds wherever it shouldn’t] AQ = 666, EQ = 444, ES = 2727
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Oblivion gathers beyond a castle’s wall.
The penitent within claws at shadows.
A reflexivity mirrored sore nerves,
Torturing a doubt in excessiveness.
A new fear born between each fertile breath,
In amnesia’s footings, new stumblings.Light, it is lit yet cannot illuminate,
Voices, as twisted strangled spirals,
Faint, as grasping for a departed spouse,
Sterile, colorful shapes on the walls,
Each, pulsing indications of life and death,
Attached to a stranger’s bed you call ‘home.’Blood removed by cloaked stealth nymph,
As the smear hovered, shrinking, receding,
Fading to a focal point: his gasping stare.
A thousand teeth pour from his mouth,
A falling forward into the immediate inch;
Meta-spacial dissociative dysphorias.If time had ceased, what would restart it?
An electron swinging around a nucleus…
While engulfed in eternal perceptions…
Blinked back on as starlit falcons scream:
[Yellow, Yellow, Yellow, Yellow, Reds]
‘Anxiety! Red means anxiety!’ mommy said…A raster phantom phases into the view.
“It will be alright, sir, take your glass.”
She is holding a large cannon-shaped object,
She places it in front of him on his table.
“Take this tablet, too, for your fevers.”
A planet-sized orb accompanies his glass.He swallowed, he is turning inside out.
The deluge in the oceans he grips spills,
His boat-bed on the ceiling, churns, tilts.
A skull-shattering decrepidity wailed,
Seaward-sands breeching a cogency’s sails,
Placidly succumbing to medicinal bliss.LikeLike
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Process Beyond Sensory Perception
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Eternal Return of the Same F Nietzsche
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from Chesterton’s Ballad of the White Horse, Dedication v2…
Where seven sunken Englands Lie buried [AQ=666]
Lie Buried one by one [333]
later…
In the island in the river In the end of all his age = 777
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Did we examine its root or its spring?
Or of the consequence it may well bring?
What would it take to end all these lies?
He’s summoned a demon and all of its spies!
‘Petty is as petty does,’ elders declared;
Delusion is saying that any are spared…Who is so holy he’d avoid all this wrath?
Flood, locust, famine remain on our path.
All that you do will be subject to laws,
Shedding the light on significant flaws.
Gently suggesting: ‘pray to our gods,’
But not more than one! That may be at odds…If no one takes heed then why does he try?
Because who can remember this after we die?
A dimwit we see had kept fumbling his mate,
As nothing was spared for him to relate.
Fomenting malaise, softly crept to a bed,
Laments to the ceiling, “I’d be better off dead.”The grace, the mercy, becomes a saint’s task,
The only requirements are but to ask.
Straying from riddles, that ashen dove,
Aloft in the sky, the revenant, his love.
Irredeemable debt from these liars’ deceit,
Exits a store with an expired receipt.Cinders replacing an extinguished plan,
Spirits dispelled in a hell-scorched man.
No mercy procured for squalid plight,
Lupine clergy preventing his delight.
Smiles persisted on all of his friends,
Hands out to God: “Lord hasten these ends!”May he abstain from this punishing game?
Go see what produces this thing he became!
Called him ‘unseemly,’ ‘unsightly,’ ‘insane.’
Charity itself was considered profane.
This mangled stone that’s dulled a plow,
Smiled at the end: “but who’s laughing now?”LikeLike
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“Down the still light the mowers look”
—Léonie Adams, “Country Summer“LikeLike
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This is the first example of a tetrameter beast pulse line I’ve run across. Interesting that it still has five stresses measured out over its four feet: / – / / – / – / (trochee, spondee, iamb, iamb). A more conventional tetrameter scansion is also possible: / – – / – / – / (trochee, iamb, iamb, iamb).
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Milton’s Paradise Lost might be regarded as a benchmark for analysing artists by Beast Pulse. It features roughly one AQ=666 for every 200 lines (10,000 lines, 50 instances). or 0.5% And the poem has an average AQ line length within about 5% of 666.
Of similar AQ line length are the poems of Percy Bysshe Shelley. But at times he seems to score higher in 666s, no doubt because of his less moral, more libertine attitude. I intuitively checked a couple of poems and then did over 1% each. Then checked another and it had none.
Adonais – 4 x 666s in 495 lines = 1.2%
Ozymandias – 1 x 666 in 14 lines = 7.1%
Will yet restore him to the vital air;The priest, the slave and the liberticide,And feeds her grief with his remember'd lay,This refuge for his memory, doth standStand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand
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“I saw a foam-white seagull drift and float”
–Yeats, “The Wanderings of Oisin” (1889)LikeLike
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“And trimmed with many a crimson feather”
–Yeats, “The Wanderings of Oisin” (1889)(Another tetrameter beastpulse variant.)
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How could I judge you gentle or unkind-Louise Bogan, “Fifteenth Farewell” (1923)
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Okay, Gutenberg KJV Bible… there are actually no verses in the whole book which sum to 666, due to, I imagine, most verses being too long. However, if we add line breaks in place of each stop, comma, question mark, colon and semi-colon and thus get lines of the Bible, I found 123 instances of 666. There are about the same number for other numbers around 66*. Personal faves include:
The end is come upon my people of Israel
My soul desired the firstripe fruit
All these evil things come from within
Why do the disciples of John fast often
For he that is not against us is for us
How can this man give us his flesh to eat
In my father’s house are many mansions
For whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth
But the tithes of the children of Israel
And he bowed the heart of all the men of Judah
And there happened to be there a man of Belial
Get thee to the prophet of thy father
I have counsel and strength for the war
And have burned incense unto other gods
They gave money also unto the masons
Your rememberances are like unto ashes
Great peace have they which love the law
For ye have not walked in my statutes
The king of Babylon is come to Jerusalem
And I will put my spirit within you
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Revelation 13:18 – “it is the number of a man and his number is”… guess what?
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