Fallibility
A sequence of events beginning with the
Fall first- humankind tumbled
after
a
sinister
meal.
eating.
snakemeat.
and it all tumbled
into
a
discourse
of
uncertainty.
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,
crippling,
uncertainty.
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.
all
came
tumbling
down
REPEAT:
In the
air above
the
balcony in Paris
(while
clouds swirled - such strange shapes)
isolation
strangers
strangeness
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
allocuted
specially cut
sentencings
passages
taught
collected
a beautiful
cut
once
found
flew
out
over
a pterodactylized
planet.
I see
you see the ancient (fossils)
But
if
it’s a no-show by nightfall
maintain
radio silence
stall
all rocket launches
and
slowly deteriorating nerve endings.
the way I am
(frustrated)
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
humans
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.
but
be
absolutely
Precise
regardless
of
any
other meaning
that
way
when
you
cross
a bridge
you
can
calibrate
your
steps.
here
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.
Especially
down
stairs.
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
he
REMEMBERED
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
echoes
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
so
deep
that
the
coelacanth
was
arrested
for exceeding the deep sea speed limit
at 5,000
fathoms
or
less
where
there
is
dangerous
shark
traffic
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
usefulness
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.
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