A sequence of events beginning with the Fall first- humankind tumbled
and it all tumbled
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.
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” -
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)
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.
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 -
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
“]`/ - 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.
while I try
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
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.
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.
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
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
for exceeding the deep sea speed limit
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.