America's Modern Epic Poem

Kosmoautikon

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"Kosmoautikon illustrates the final logic of the modern state - where Replicants replace Homo sapiens - and tells the story of what happens when American modernism is unable to reform or detect approaching danger outside of its own self-referent system."

Accuse me with your brave, tall sound. Then, already countered, men would praise me by similar idiom, which, except for me, they have not moved to innovation, nor any prophetic sound unchain my fist of text.

~ Book Three, Canto Two

That’s a thing a man can do. Teach me forgetting where the long limbs end. Where we lay the lashing tongues lick the wet root, and a strong urge to forget compliments the pleasure we desire.

~ Book Three, Canto Eight

The only answer to life
is more life. The only answer to perception is more perception.

~ Book Five, Canto Ten

The truth is less complex.
What story will you assemble from fear of extinction?
What god, yet God?
Speak, and I will mark a page.

~ Book Three, Canto Two

When I speak I borrow no dead man's feet. When you hear this sound, you know it is mine.
I use my own voice, pace, and inflection.

~ Book Five, Canto One

The fault of a church is not that it asks too much of you, but too little. Knowing demands the remotest test of knowing.

The Poet's Backstory

Mark Chandos is a modern American epic poet and philosopher exploring Italy, Egypt, and the world. Chandos served as a combat pilot for 21 years, during which he survived three explosions in his desert service and began to have visions. These visions evolved into the Kosmoautikon Epic Cycle over the next 20 years.

Chandos argues that human reality is a phenomenon of our linguistic consciousness. That is, the universe will not be understood until consciousness is understood. He believes that his new style of epic poetry in Global English is a clear expression of the American experience of cultural power and the necessity of artistic self-examination. Why? Because all a man can do is to climb up into his own poem.

Words have no meaning until they are used in memorable speech. Chandos accepts this challenge where few poets dare. Humans are in a race for linguistic supremacy. This has meaning only when we realize that science itself operates as imaginative poetry. Chandos does not stop until his words are on the lips of the unborn.

Season your ear for prophecies.

Because I know what I saw once living in another world. It was not this world, caves of fear, where misfits crawl out crazed to die. No, you will not see the world on fire. Only a flash. Then ice.

Bring me the implements
of my voice.

~ Book One, Canto Ten

Chaos tempts me.
Phosphorus lick of luxury, Earths twisted in the lock, speech uncut: butcher’s aprons daily washed in streets, fish tightly packed in trucks with eyes on stars.

~ Book Three, Canto Eight

Choose from my smiles your sentence. Take the joy I should extinguish. Extinguish me and stoke my brain. Tear my arms, I cannot hold you. Crush my hands, I cannot touch you. I eat desire. I swallow distaste.

~ Book Three, Canto Two

The Voice Of The Poet

Experience firsthand the emotional depth and intellectual resonance of Mark Chandos’s work through his video series of evocative readings. Explore the unique cadence and profound insights of Chandos’s poetry as he brings his words to life, offering an auditory journey through his epic works. Watch the videos below and let the voice of the poet enrich your understanding of his visionary world.

There is margin in stone.
The poverty of tombs ensures I can yet live. Since no god could so lightly frame the enormity of what I saw. When He asks for my eyes, when He sees what I saw from attack ships, He holds His breath

~ Book Five, Canto Two

The truth is less complex.
What story will you assemble
from fear of extinction?
What god, yet God?
Speak, and I will mark a page.

~ Book Three, Canto Two

God is a story of First Mind. Man is a story of First Mind.
Love is a story of First Mind. Therefore, all that remains of
a life is story. All that we know of our ancestors is a story.
There is no reality beyond story. Thus only a story is real.

~ Book Five, Canto Two

ARTICLES ON HUMAN CONSCIOUSNESS

Language Requires a Deus Ex Machina  Every language has a god. Every linguistic code quickly adopts its genius  to express its projection …

Poetry is a test of justice. The human ear is able to detect justice – or the want of justice – in …

Excerpt from KOSMOAUTIKON: The Wound of Genesis is Traceable BOOK THREE; CANTO TEN 1 (Previous dialog from when Aaron was still alive.) …

Modern civilization makes a one-way voyage of  discovery. What any epoch finds permanently marks it out as unique. Gloriously, any given culture …

Man standing with his reflection

The Observer Changes The Observed

Excerpt from KOSMOAUTIKON: The Wound of Genesis is Traceable BOOK THREE; CANTO TEN 1 (Previous dialog from when Aaron was

Season your ear for prophecies.

Because I know what I saw once living in another world. It was not this world, caves of fear, where misfits crawl out crazed to die. No, you will not see the world on fire. Only a flash. Then ice.

Bring me the implements
of my voice.

~ Book One, Canto Ten

Chaos tempts me.
Phosphorus lick of luxury, Earths twisted in the lock, speech uncut: butcher’s aprons daily washed in streets, fish tightly packed in trucks with eyes on stars.

~ Book Three, Canto Eight

Choose from my smiles your sentence. Take the joy I should extinguish. Extinguish me and stoke my brain. Tear my arms, I cannot hold you. Crush my hands, I cannot touch you. I eat desire. I swallow distaste.

~ Book Three, Canto Two