coleridge, keats, shelly, byron and mission, oxford 1811, an anonymous pamphlet entitled 'the private revolution' distributed amongst the academics. 'the private revolution' was a post romantic manifesto advocating consciousness expansion via plant intellegence, however the academics and religious folk started prosecuting for blasphemy and our poets had to keep a low profile.
drs reduced the human form to machinery, such anatomy was the antithesis to the romantics who knew of the etheric realms, the belief of imagination. coleridge knew the unconscious before the unconscious was named.
keats cut through flesh at an early age, he was a medical examiner who once felt empathy when he was cutting into a temporal artery. keats chose art over science and became a poet because he can heal through words. a poet is a sage, a physician. these poets studied the soul the way drs study anatomy. what is mans purpose on earth he asked.
shelly hauled up to the committee and expelled for thinking one should be free to think for themselves. he was a lover, drifting from woman to woman, until he met mary who shared his ideal for free love.
but it was byron who was the hedonist, searching the lands for experience. he woke up famous, becoming the first celebrity, worshipped by fans, he loved extreme experience and excess. he sought ecstasy but the establishment chased him away to the much more liberated continent.
captain mission one of the last romantics holds the beacon of sensitivity high as he rows the boat with the shelly's, byron, coleridge, keats and two scarlet ladies he had picked up. they were in exile, living in a castle with count draco on the border of switzerland and france. one of the women had attacked him for being to sensitive.
he pondered this and says, 'yes we are sensitive souls and this is what makes us so unique, the very thing you attack in me is the very thing that has saved you. but you are free to return to the prison from which you come. i have no wish to hold you.'
she was silent, thinking she could out manoeuvre him with her manipulation and deceit, her wayward words and anti art, her shallow lust for creativity without the genius, without the karmic bond, without honour, without respect, without humility. captain mission continued rowing the boat. he knew deep down who he is, he knew himself well enough to chose the type of friends he keeps. he also knew her future and he felt very sorry that he was no longer part of it, he wanted to help her but she liked her chains to much.
the others looked on saddened by this ignorance, saddened that the tradition of poetry was snubbed like this, by this mind that often showed such promise but would then destroy every one in her proximity. 'you're to sensitive' is a comment that could only be made by the profoundly ignorant. and then mission remembered the past, how she had treated him ten years ago, and how it repeats itself now. and mission in the tradition of poets, let her go. the private revolution was the search for the god inside, ethogenic exploration. how could you be insensitive and attempt such a quest.
he loved her as a friend but she had failed him and therefore failed herself.