Tuesday, 7 March 2017

Fallibility. David Stone/Cheryl Penn

A sequence of events beginning with the Fall first- humankind tumbled



and it all tumbled

that sound/meal/reasoning
that caused
the engine to stop
things happening -
voice over (and over)
all around travelling through pylons  interrupting power supplies bleeding the air  seeding the clouds  poisoning the water that’s their religion - the uncertain certainty of me.  

the lost reason. significance. Kantian space thresholds violins play the harmony of economic research vast hungers. crying for extraterrestrial quiet.

When you dream are your eyes open? 
I may be dying, lets walk in clover,
rolling in crimson -
there were twin moons after all.
still  ALL
a flightless,

an unknown flight unknowability- places seeming. a moon . place. walked upstairs. made a phone call. put God on speaker phone. announced that you are mistaken. took a great big bite. of an orange.

Foot soldiers buy no protection
One theory - a distraction while we publically investigate unknowability?
An exploding morgue
but cadavers weren’t asking questions (were they?).
On being pulled out a case of mistakes -
(I never believed the evidence anyway)
obvious clues leave obvious conclusions
lifes not like that.

Platonic forms-immutable knowledge- Plato banned poets from the ideal Republic. they threaten the proper workings of society though we poets somehow adapt and survive

because poets are fallible?
that “study in tragedy” -
so true.
Its about justice
what’s that I heard Jasmine ask
Or was it I who questioned.

a trace. a suggestion. a start.
the balcony in Paris.
the overloaded deck party in Chicago.

In the air above
the balcony in Paris
(while clouds swirled - such strange shapes)
Romantic landscapes
Fugue states
standing back and thinking
Did I REALLY do that?
images struck from hair,
shapes made flesh.
thoughts (they’re still hidden, but slightly teased).
In a strange way.

pressed. neatly spacious blended altruistic carvings an abode of silence.
the placemats
specially cut
a beautiful
a pterodactylized

I see you see the ancient (fossils)
if it’s a no-show by nightfall
maintain radio silence
stall all rocket launches
and slowly deteriorating nerve endings.
the way I am
I was afraid to stay
in run-down farm houses -
dark software
signs out of commission
a good luck turn falls
on sharp footfalls.
Jasmine - are you still fascinated by fallibility?

I would like to see language inside-out sometimes inevitably we are fallible. Thinking Spinozistically of the mind attempting to comprehend something infallible Spinoza was certain about this

ceding the faculty of infallibility
to other
is irrational.
“]`/ - a c inside out, fretting as c's do.

Causes: the first cause is speculation of endless beginnings. absolution and dissolution. parades on ice. Pluto's methanical skins

Shahrazad knew endless beginnings,
that’s how she kept her head.
endless inventions, stories about story telling - life.love.death.honesy.food.treasure. and everything absolute with dissolution between. 
BUT says the infallible ones - we want NEW things - hallucinations, flashbacks, epiphanies, streams of consciousness. while unconscious. They’re losing their heads.

other meaning
a bridge

I have
to smile
while I try
to negotiate
this set of steps
you place in front of
the doorway to my thoughts.
Am  I  writing  or  thinking steps?

step up and then back down. tripped. there was a wire or else I was clumsy. bruises. went downstairs to fix a drink.

no tripping - cruel tricks of geography
destruction or contamination - it wasn’t starfish,
but tigers after all.
Round and all, lime green spins
clashing with puce refrigerators.
Proceed with caution.
There were sparklers on her cake
an email account for work and legs hanging out of showers -
keep calm and skate.

the express elevator to the observation deck. a vision. hunger cripples.  the observation deck restaurant.  a triceratops locator. dinosaur brains in charge. stumbled elsewhere. ratios. mixed drinks. weeping down somewhere a good guy rescues a trapped turtle. 

I was with you in the expressive elevator
- did you notice the turtle guy too? Only, in my version he wanted to boil it for mootie. Well that’s what Sbu said and he should know, his grandfather is a sangoma. Did you watch the news?
see the other big story?
I’m not running anymore
the Trojan horse
is too much baggage
to lay on one person.

my brother is going to take a trip to the Galapagos Islands. I asked him about the ancient tortoise whom Darwin saw-my sister was there a few years ago and saw the tortoise still alive (150 years old?). My brother said that that tortoise died.

they both saw it
but he lives with me -
and suddenly it was gone.

called in favours
despite the circles under his eyes
he could see
the change
that he was not he.
We ran into each other in Africa
his smile didn’t reach his eyes
its tough being back here
his name was on the memorial
he WAS dead.

Falls- myths -bites. a snake-eyes-rolls in the casino. fine it is sitting here with drinks and sometimes a thought of rolling out the door with money and other times no thought at all.
in the hotel.
a disguise.
a knock.
some kind of sense.

a thought of death.
the wrong sense.
back to the bit.

Kurt said the
“Swede found something to say which made me cry like a baby” at the University of Medical Science.
Were we really talking about tortoises?
I quit for a while
that changes the math
in a band (generally)
no one is aware of
ultra violent light.

The schools; the Chicago School v. the Frankfurt school- variances-analysis of the street scenes and the big Marxian picture of the historical dialectic.  meanwhile the band plays and the troubadour begs.

It’s all critical really
(the fallibility of empathy)
[On Only One Wing].
They left the troubadour there a fraction of his former self.
Robots checked the gardens after lunch
and sadder days became more sinister.

check the robots garden
under the tomatoes.
Have fun kids.
they all looked the same
on the whitelight corridors
there were really
no special ones.
the sinister day was just sadder.

the news about the Trojan War and other ancient matters before the days of newspapers or even much literacy. Freedom to embellish-today and then.

Today’s matters:
of a relatively ancient source:
I hesitate to say,
take the form of Red Shoes (a Trojan horse of an equally powerful sort).
Red: a unique ambivalence of life and death to cover the point we join to earth.

the pardons expect some noise somewhere above the copper roof tiles. the sound of an explosion. a safety catch mechanism. chains. substances. a lamp deep in the darkened morning.

the dark held no fear for her
in strange rooms with (copper roof tiles)
below the floor
who knew where gloomy passages would lead
thick silence
is anyone there?

a spectacular opportunity to seize the staircase it was gold lined and we lingered all day prying handles and springs until finally we seized a carton and escaped it was xms still as a frightened goat and I tried to explain all day it was nothing but to no avail we still had to sail 1,000 metres to get across the plain a complaint of solace substantial seeing shadows flee so solemny past as if it were not a holiday just another tiring workday

Jasmine, I’m tired too.  Elizabeth said its because I was working too hard but because she works for me had has 4 children and 4 grandchildren for whom she is solely responsible I know she’s tired too.  He entered the door in his slimy way
always a gun in hand
that’s where you were
right before the first shot was fired
everyone was connected for a reason
(you’re different somehow)
then the tunnel branched off
and I’ll be fine
I always think I’ll be - at least that’s what I told the coelacanth. (And I know he’ll tell Elizabeth, he’s forever such a slinky telling thing).

a deep sleep however here I am and awake-n-ed
a clause
for exceeding the deep sea speed limit
at 5,000

We’ll get a bit wet
1000 leagues under the sea
pencil marks (light) on blotting paper
making impressions on metal beneath
a gasp of recognition
was it sea horses all over her shirt?
Or something slightly more sinister?
children by measure
do you want one?
one look back
and they just
weren’t seen again.
Everyone outlives their
no more loose canons
there’s death on this path.

over the outer banks-flown pigeons maps a course of recognition. fails to breathe wanders spoke Ani I am triumphant sounds the weight of the heart aspects of causes the brain discarded not needed in the outer realm.

Tuesday, 22 November 2016

The Mirror of Me. David Stone/Cheryl Penn

The Mirror of Me

David Stone
Cheryl Penn

The fundamentally correct
personal view
on all that’s important.
At that moment
I stifled a yawn,
not wanting L to see.

I started out as a child no wait it was a priori to that integer. at once an alligator no wait it was a prioi to that. a martian of course by designation.

being- kind-of course-no wait. an ontological brief.

who gazed in the mirror and saw a strange configuration of cubes?

prior priors? priority prioi’s
come come jod - stick to the nitty gritty of
dark ringed eyes
in unknown futures
rummaging in unfamiliar villages
for clues of what will happen exactly
36 minutes into the future.

we had waited a long time
suspended between life and death
never living
too blind to see
and all that’s inbetween
is it possible to light candles for the future?
to see through
the Mirror of Me?

it is something indelible subtlety under arrest for composing rhyme. trumpets. on a thin stage.. collected. attenuated in brine tanks. washed. a multitude of students of society.
you must learn manners. I wasn't born with just tears.  didn't you think to smile?  absolved. prior judgements.  ropes. a steer. won a prize. ate beef washed down with draft.

discussions of table manners.  a Dalmatian rode a fire engine home. thinking. on my next incarnation as a fireman I will wear wetgear,oxygen, climb a tall ladder.
neither can be well known.  I barked at a Persian cat across the street as we steered back to the station.

the mirror said
stop putting that stuff on my eyes - why I asked -because it makes them heavy and we’re not strong enough and halfway through a busy day I want to close and you’re not happy then any exercises for I-lids?

Moving on - a neon umbrella
glistening rings
as I was saying
a victor by chance (close encounters)
move up
a drastic landslide of smoke rising from skyscrapers
dropped investigations
it started with you
your notes -
last page
a scratch out
face upon face upon face
we were ALL
someone’s daughter
but the scene was different in
black and white -
more 30’s.

i think
a black
by art
a blank
in auracularites
a fine

a beating heart this time faster by others blood coursing unattended nerves 
I called when the window was broken but none came.
the forests go on forever and clouds move so fast when its going to rain.
weeping at betrayal but why the surprise little one?
its called the Mirror of Me
YOU/I don't  feature - featureless futures thats our lot.
Suck it up millions
its downhill from here
so their mirrors say.

the millions of beings being human beheaded straight across. naval yards. checking radar instruments. making a lot of money too. there is a new one checking out comets. contracts
nerve gases invented designed to steal lives. more born don't worry. there are plenty more to come.

Suspension in turquoise but trouble stormed in.  The Night Crosser - always an inconvenient time. We didn’t believe we saw you - your reflection - its been so long. That smile - scary and insincere. Raised eyebrows - I dont look back.

Another mirror
another face,
packing in someone elses drawers - a faded face through a dusty window.
and people walked through the forest
that went
on and on.


The paint peeled.




Faces stare in the window. Rain. Cold. Cheer. Tell me a good story. Amused. Psychic. Finished.
Aren't you going to elaborate?
A baby
the bath.
Doesn't that tell you
so scary?

I don’t know if I said this it reeks of Déjà vu
It LOOKED like a child at the entrance but was just
a rag
moving in the wind - child-less.

Tumbledown Town
stick behind his back
what was the fear? designed to steal lives
where is he I said?
he knew he did it - it was that simple and he knew he would be staying a while
an accidental death - there’s such a thing?  Red slashes and starring guests who knew what the mirror would show.  More screams, less dreams, slamming doors and strange things in pockets its good to see your red hair again.

memory it was so difficult to say a view of poisonous animals creatures God bit between the lines scared operators walked over the bridge to escape a bombing. eating raw sushi carrots pigeons.
cut open fed with sausages in Berlin games studied motion. arrested. went to school to study rehab arts. learned sign language. fell up the steps tell me about the dream said Dr. Alfonso.
last nights dream or the night before everything is hazy- the mirror is rear view. Close eyes to think of blurry people we think we know, rain falling, inexplicable situations - I can’t tell jod - your visions or mine? Did you go to Berlin again?

Calm night viewing the walk of destruction.  and reconstruction..    in May. a calm walk as if there were no turmoil.

Are you ready he asked the dog?
(a jangle of turquoise again)
don’t talk
don’t you talk
I found the papers 
the back of her head shattered in her own reflection.
Abandoned warehouses, whispers, pullies, columns, (can I do what I want?)
the wind was rising,
as were all things which pained.

Can a reflection break its mirror?
Do you want twenty year old evidence?
Don’t worry he said - I’ve got your back.

I replied I tried not to talk tales of talent. a variegated blend of flavors filled. at a coffee house you are supposed to talk but there are spies. one was executed I know this for a fact no I did not personally see them executed but I read about and I believe that It really happened. just in case you believe that ideology is a good enough excuse.

Ideology - Strange angle to view the house, but here we go.  Are you busy, shall I come back later? Stop making me crazy! I think there’s something going on, but that’s no excuse. Don’t worry and move your head - the lights are fierce on highways. Double, no triple lock, you’re looking good - ideally, he’ll turn around - a clone or me? Don’t be ambitious your reflection is all you’ll get.

a reflection. the analytical group in the sauna breeze. palm trees. dining on coconuts. ah this is the life. God's brokerage unit observes
the place in the kiln.


standing knee deep
in radio-activity
silent empty chair,  dressed in grey
whispers, red cloaks, closed eyes
very blue
I’m so thirsty
follow the light I heard her calling
interview termination - how did she get there?
there are conditions attached - always
she was so tall, like a misplaced Alice
not who I used to know
the birds looked strange,
floating snowflakes, mountain peaks, unreal green
will she find her way?

mountain peaks gargantuan at some point of reflex. granite. sound stone towers. elements a coelacanth begs for food somewhere in the fish tank. but first a prayer of thanks for the food. albeit combined with multiple gravitational forces shifting over the stone.

the reflection ripples and:
the music, so strange,
still following the lights
incidents - are you hungry?
The fields through the windows are               v a s t
but sometimes,
we die because we die.
freezing, but no jersey.
unanswered calls
Another Dead One.
testing in town
the catchment behind the ridge
new owners
but unfulfilled contracts.
did you do your best?

the incident report-there was  a struggle. a gun went off.
the soil
of metal
to immaterial
how do you do it all so effortlessly I asked
to do because
I left
my notes
at home.

He lost his son too.
(man and radio-activity).
narrow down the facts - who is still missing?

What is missing?

or are we still awaiting fickleness in ranks?
a human solution
some sort of political resolution?
a scientific formulation?

sanding sculptures from petrified trees
but his human eyes were cold.
if we say we have no sin
we deceive ourselves and there is no Truth in us.

It’s won,

The Mirror of Me.

a meditation.

the Buddhist monk

an annihilation of sense.

a calm.

language wanders.