I've appeared in elaborate costume, in sly disguise, in heavenly nomenclature, in true metaphorical getup (GET UP), within and without these Instruments with which those with the power of Governance misunderstand exactly the arcane recordings and manufacture a news disguise to clumsily force order from chaos. [To play these holy records, carry a carved stick (as stylus) and create a turntable of your own imagining, to be designed and fabricated by spinning around on the spot, with giddiness and inspiration fused.] I wonder if even my intensive training could prepare me for this this this most distasteful control thought feeling?
It was all I could do to work an elaborate "No comment".
//with thanks to WSB
Thursday 30 October 2008
Monday 27 October 2008
2. Connection
A connection opens; I find myself governed by symbols, governed by the moon as thy harbinger tonight, o universe, o one that is what is. And when we make eye contact, two whirling galaxies meet, you into eye and I into you; we swap roles and shift smoothly into (non)communication in shimmering languages without alphabets, they and us each moment made and remade.
As hieroglyphs we met once (and will again), as runes and as brushstrokes, as algebra and by chemical reaction we spell out the unspoken name of thought.
The great coincidence of matter; in rocks and plants you reflect me, revealing the everlasting dance of energy that joins us forever together.
Over rooftops I seek you and down blind alleys you elude me, disappearing without effort... Onwards, then; into car parks and forests, atop scaffolding and trees, from mountain top to underpass and from future to past, we creep stealthily only to scream with abandon, we discover and rediscover our love for each other.
I go joyously anywhere with you, o one, toward the realisation of union.
As hieroglyphs we met once (and will again), as runes and as brushstrokes, as algebra and by chemical reaction we spell out the unspoken name of thought.
The great coincidence of matter; in rocks and plants you reflect me, revealing the everlasting dance of energy that joins us forever together.
Over rooftops I seek you and down blind alleys you elude me, disappearing without effort... Onwards, then; into car parks and forests, atop scaffolding and trees, from mountain top to underpass and from future to past, we creep stealthily only to scream with abandon, we discover and rediscover our love for each other.
I go joyously anywhere with you, o one, toward the realisation of union.
Thursday 23 October 2008
1. A New Thing
So cook me up a new thing. Make me dance. Make me smile.
A black cat crosses the courtyard. two paces behind and to the left is his pale white double; a ghostly mimicry takes place and I am left on the outside, inhabiting a very human world... I am unable to follow; like a slapdash intuition of the whispered words between a couple (seen and never heard) on the other side of the room, I know that I can never inhabit their world.
'Why should I be denied access at the door?' 'Who controls the guest list?'
A black cat crosses the courtyard. two paces behind and to the left is his pale white double; a ghostly mimicry takes place and I am left on the outside, inhabiting a very human world... I am unable to follow; like a slapdash intuition of the whispered words between a couple (seen and never heard) on the other side of the room, I know that I can never inhabit their world.
'Why should I be denied access at the door?' 'Who controls the guest list?'
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