MIGRATION
beginning the human migration from
Africa (about where you are now)walking thousands of miles one foot at a
time,crossing the Mediterranean Sea. entering Grecian air space. encountering
razor wires,sharks,hunger, love-somewhere-mother's- hanging on-handling life's
pills-flesh-evolving-haunting-tasks-meeting knights-arts and sciences-never
more famous or brilliant than these
tastes.
sometimes there’s
inspiration,
in
migration
BUT lack of
preparation
can lose the
challenge.
its all off the
same plate
this
life,
the audience - they’re
cruel
and
unforgiving,
clapping from
curtained windows
in commercial
towers
fast and furious
meetings,
no time
for matchstick
girls
and Little
Princes,
just the
inevitable Red Shoe Dance, dictated by political Blackbeards
(and borders).
observing
the North Sea-the people stream and hide in cliffs. the Vikings-the terror of
the broadsword-displaced by bullets-then-mustard gas and nukes-then just terror
itself-shepherds.
hiding flocks. flocks massacred. come
here into the hereunto aftereffects for balance. solace. families. tied.
ribbons. collections taken. rumbled the carts.
You
know
that
what you have begun
will
NEVER end -
this
North Sea trip?
stark
white barely cast shadows
intended
effect
watching
drones
fly
over desert landscapes
wondering
where
they were headed.
Boats
were conveniently there and no one thought it could be a trap
desperation
is a sad bedfellow. moon on tepid water adrift for days eyes on the future -it
may be an endless ocean.
The North Sea-the Neanderthals stood at
its shore,burying dead,looking up at the stars,believing their souls became the
stars. the flux of time and entities expressed. homes. cold nights. the
hearths. warm stories told to children.
Deep fjords
sharper sheer cliffs
but
the LIGHThouse,
that
was real -
as
were gunshots and strange animals
while
they took to water
and
rowed for their lives.
the beacons the speeches proclaim eras.
yells. periods. later who fell into the state with toetags. the belief systems.
origins.
petroglyphic stains once were reddened
with cells spirit pours icicles inches desisted lobes anterior reforms made
theses
proclaimed corruption the popular pope
the kids think he is cool he rides in his bulletproof car and waves and
blesses.
argued Heraclitus nature loves to hide
herself the worst forms deterred in traffic.
metamorphic mysteries
high
rise technical drawings
plateaued
the
line
never
missed its natural mark
Jasmine
-
there
were so many mouths to feed
nature
DID hide.
the
plateau. the strife-crying-worn-a welcome?
somewhere
else
we
speak
sent
a
combined
message
to
from
after
the legions
of God
plastered
the fable.
although
there were fabled guests
the
octaves were high
she
made a deal
a
deadly deal
but
if you wait
just
long enough
for
one last take
you’ll
see
There
are no bloodless revolutions
but
words don’t bleed
do
they?
the fables and the speeches request a
messenger adopted children a trickle beseech pleas beings encumbered
embarrassed erased all sizes described. positions postulates dilations on
tablets benefits compounded wait
unmask the messenger drank a cup once
and intoned mercy.
Mercy?
So
the desert loomed (someone opened to that page). All incoming shows were put on
hold for current plays. Physical distress is monitored, especially in fire
emergencies and postulated positions. Reproduced, cloned words were active at
the beginning, assuming they would be used with gay abandon. Their dreams of use died early - no one wants
complications or compound waits anymore.
The
cold watch the view from the bridge the operators door opens gates celebrates
mass migrations metempsychoses chosen people replicate doctrines of obedience
folds disposed toys children cry the bridge connectors replay replenish
soldered holds.
That’s
the problem with double crossing in obedience folds - they generally occurs at
double crossings. Was he responsible for
the migratory bombing or was that just what was written about him. Enter the dictionary see if you can find some
other adjectives. Keep it simple as far
as he knows we’re meeting him for the first time. Do you think this is a long or short story?
Not
too sure, if we run the libretto sequence again the spots on her stockings will
stop shining.
Water. the children need a drink. So do
adults. crossing a million miles and years and here we speak. must one believe
at least to feel better?
Jasmine, I’m so tired.
water
surfaces
so
still
no
ripples
glass
what
will I say to them?
Its
been so long
I
too have changed
inside
and out
and the wounds
still throb.
Shall
I
take
the first watch?
Here,drink this. It is (just)water-so
pure(but not purified-no special filter)-people in the desert. ice water.
bottled water. you cannot drink the ocean.
why
are they staring
This
ocean of people -
he’s
on the guest list - smile maybe
in
the basement with all
the
unsolved files
the leaded glass
was old
and cracked
make this simple
in fluid moonlit
vaulted ceilings
keep your voice
down
there’s a line
KEEP your voice
down!
a
child,
but
So Ancient.
A
word?
the tribes and societies. some do not
climb. all perish. the guardians know best. in Plato's Republic-no poets.
some songs are too bright.
Do
we lie about who we are?
Are
those migrating voices that sing?
Swallows
in mudhouses
under
the eves -
they
come from north Africa I’m told.
trapped,
that’s what WE are
No
Exodus awakening.
When
did you become so captivating?
(perhaps)
Where
shall I start?
The
remains of ancient civilizations
they
were a cake-walk
(compared)
tribal
diaspora
another
pivotal point.
the
great lies- Plato bans poets from the Republic (so he can be the only poet).
the philosopher kings know best-the people-the herds of the unknowing.
eating. God's magnificent inventions.
Lyrics and Epics
tragedies philosophized
until
suffering is merely words.
oral evidence
retro rhetoric
It
was shady down there
(the
characters I mean)
half
formed story lines
poetics
waiting
in shadows
not
called to service.
(mimesis).
Climbing
a ladder. a wrung of tissue. a race rink idols speak fresh messages ladies and
gentleman the big top the trapeze the tiger tamer clawed and blood soaks his
brilliant orange shirt. tissues. admission fees casino machines funds to buy
food sparklers hurt worse dinner families leap and chew.
senses not bound to representation,
imitation, expressionism,
rigor, test train crash, debate,
attacks, global markets, oil gluts, reported dead, emerging footage in migrating gyres.
the
news the bombings/religion-one wonders who goes to heaven.
I would venture NONE.
You’re
right you know
but
who did this?
We
couldn’t bear it
not for another hour
another minute
it
all slipped from under us
for
real it will come down
to
OUR reality
one
day.
the talk suspended all night people
sleep pterodactyls rustle asking for feathers.
the power walk of one migratory line.
PostMigrations:
The evolutions of societies-amalgams of
cultures and languages-the drives of rivers of people not just individuals but
peoples and cultures-cultural clashes when they arrive and over centuries shift
the fabric of beliefs and actions. For as powerful as China is and its grand
traditions-in American society-Chinese restaurants and laundries and everything
that was made in america is now made in China.
Post
migration pilots dreaming
and
immigration deals that never happened.
THIS
to
see what they allow
Spionkop
killings
forced
(im)migration
graves
testifying to the futility of that.
I
bet they had dreams too.
Immigration
and Naturalization. Language. Skills Culture. the tenements. fruit vendors. go
to school. language accents. identify your address from your pronunciation.
Mind snow attacks the television
migrating thoughts
shots to fashion. susanna to walking bare foot over
the mountains before succumbing to the british.
boer concentration camps. sapphires in crowns of thorns. rubies set in
bones. white on white crotched doylies. sisters hiding brothers in
anthills. sacrifice. listening to voices
one cannot hear. whispers from the
graves. soft winds though pine trees.
so many thoughts,
no clarity
Was I dreaming?
In
New York, Blackwell's Island (so distant from Blackwell's in Oxford!). hope. a
little girl. a tin drum. some day I will become a great drummer. listen to this
sound.
LISTEN
TO THIS SOUND.
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