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On/In the Gordian knot there live many knots

 (For Paul)


As usual I rushed. Bloody heck Aries!


Anyway,…


The Gordian knot will take time to discuss.

I think that’s the point.


It was a Phrygian knot 

Tied to an ox cart

& beyond anyone so far, at that time, to unravel


Begging the question

Does every knot have to be undone?


The Phrygians were in a region which was in ancient Asian Türkiye.


I think therefore they would be described as ancient Persians?

You’d have to check the extent of the ancient Persian Empire


So,


Alexander of Macedon,

Son of Phillip

Know by many as Alexander the Great


According to someone I spoke to

He never ‘lost a battle’(?)

Is this true?


Another one to look up


If he ‘never lost a battle’

Then how did he die?

Or are the Hellenics trying to claim

He never died?


Wouldn’t put it past anyone 

To think all sorts of shit


Anyway,

Alexander 

Heard about the legend

That anyone who could untie the complex knot


The Gordian knot


Would ‘rule all of Asia’

In short

If that’s a good idea?


Maybe

A thumbnail print

Might say

That it might mean

‘To rule all of the Ancient Sino-Indo-Persian-who else?Egyptian-Nubian-Russe-I’m an amateur a poor Historian-Cartographer-Geographer 

Google user & some books’

But a thinker!


Blah blah

As dad said to me before he died

“Doora, you’ve gotta stop doing that”

As in selling myself short


I’m ok


Not claiming I can or should even undo

Many basic or simple knots

But I’m a good amateur masseur

& I’ve helped people in pain

So I’ve undone a couple


Anyway Alexander was set in his head on conquest

Of the ‘known or expedient world’

Not a great philosopher or poet

Or scholar of mythology 

Despite

His ‘great’ ego


Anyway he was an effective general

If you value such things

To be ‘great’


Not my cuppa tea

When I had to do military training 

I chose to be a medic


You know:

The Hippocratic Oath?

Treat every person on earth 

With equal care

Ur a healer

Not a killer

But no one knows for sure till push comes to shove


& as we’ve proven

I can be like 

A ‘bull in a china shop’


Anyway,

Alexander wasn’t interested in such

Poetry

Or patience

Or respect of others of different creeds


According to a mate

He was less interested 

In cultural genocide


& more into

Conquest & plunder

& killin 


Not sure his sexual politics


But symbolically speaking 

I reckon if he treated his lovers like he did the Gordian knot


He wouldn’t have the patience to really have care for

Or 

shorthand


Do the Tantra (kapische?)


So this legendary knot

That boggled the minds of the Phrygians & their visitors 


Or at least

Awed them…


… Alexander approached the knot

& with a sword

Just fuckin cut it!


Many in the Western Canon

Have applauded him

What does Google say?

About a metaphor for solving a seemingly intractable problem

With a swift & easy solution 


Man I’m not into ‘solutions’

That was Hitler’s bag

Fuck him!


Anyway fuck him!

Fuck Alexander ‘the Great’!


Surely it’s just more

Might over right!?


& maybe the cutting unleashed

Evil upon the world!?


Maybe some knots are meant to remain knots?


Like the double headed serpent?


I don’t know

Maybe it’s women’s business?

Weaving?


Then again sailors fishermen & skilled artisans have used knots

Men often


Anyway 

I’m not into

‘Might over right’


I’m into patience

I’m into care

I’m in time

& into time


& I’ve learned that with or through these things

Some knots come undone by themselves 



Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.



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