| How
I proceeded:
orderly
and linear
to
extricate
to
create delight
one
quantum of energy
always
consists of
first
of all time
and
attraction
strange
a
world defined
builds
a chaotic system:
I.
Two forms of the god are both shown
the written word
identified
with the message they carry
has
nothing to do with price
If this affirmation proves to be false,
it was very nearly true
II.
How swarms form
where they do
at unusually rational moments
alchemical moments
falling
bodies manifest a uniform power
fell
for it
for
the earth is good
being
the direct creator
of
result
of
what they have done in the past
III.
By their light thou shall throw them
with all manner of discipline
revived
Outrun
the lion
perfect
at this
the
highest peak
of
revolutionary momentum
forgotten
MATERIA
WHy does it happen (stop) 0 know!
Happen like this? Like this. (always like this;)
The
answer
Not forthcominghometome
such
compl X city -- I am awash with IT!
wondering
about the matricks, the magikal [re]birth, the MORPH oh! Gene[sis]
of thinkings;(#%#^&^%#$%);sum ergo cogito ergo sum,
after all
true!
He says, but what of the unredeemable programming; the cost of Christ's
computation
via logoso-logical-loga-rhythms (A^3sub[O + 1] ?
POINT!
And counter it you cannot (";"), lest thee thyself
and thou plunge backwards upon (w/ a 1 & 1/2 gainer in the pike
posit.)
the
very matrix from which you were sprung
(as
the sung was sung!)
;.and
with such denial-spitting-out-poison
as though it were not your own bloody goodness, which is to say
your mother's fluescence brought forth (never third) as the anti-dope
to her pain which is to say "you"
;as you know;
Iamyouandyouaremeandweareoneandoneisall
Is
all that I belie (fin?)
Chaos
and dark quanta no matter to me
For the least of its energy is the most of what's free
(kizawa-kuma-lamaketa*)
the
song, you see, is still singing
the matrix never stops (stop) 0 No never
giving birth bringing forth
(#%^&%#%)
happening like this
like THIS
(;always
like this;)
*I
will undo these chains
1993
Logistical Confusion [1995]
{seed:}
Map
is not the territory
What is not forbidden, is compulsory
{automatism:}
though
I am lost in orbit/when I see the severing lines/the crossings/am
I not convinced of my direction?/{draw a distinction, a universe
comes into being}/so I must be going/these lines pull me so/give
me motion/
>Definition:
vector: direction and speed of a mediated force>
vector>>invisible
line in motion's sight/seducing my path/directing my outcome/Euclidean
illusion conceived/believed/how can I keep from following?/what
is not forbidden is compulsory/so you see/I must be going/
the
plan is old/grafted onto forms unreal/neat planes stripped of native
curvature/so customary an eye con/we no longer see the incongruity/of
where we stand/of how we move/these lines only confuse/what side
must I choose?
<The
value of a crossing made again is not the value of the crossing, which
is to say, for any boundary, to re-cross is not to cross<
eliminate
a distinction/ take away an existence/what is not allowed is forbidden/
by lines I am driven/the trick: given/taking me in/rounding equators/trampling
the tropics/looping all latitudes/arch angel of arcs and angles/only
never quite tangent/never quite in touch/the physical field/the
foot trod dust/of where I stand now/I am beyond it somehow/at play
with the spinning axis/gravital merry-go-round/crazy circa of criss-crossed
lines/that demark the space/but never quite add up to being there/
Saith
the sage: >what is there is also here<> what is not
>here< is nowhere{}
To
re-cross is not to cross/am I lost?/forbidden territories/compulsive
cartographies/no apologies/if neurons ignite must not thought follow
through/the lines of logic directed by thought?/but where is there
to follow where lines lead everywhere?/south by east by northwest
by god/boundaries and borders/on a globe/finite but unbounded/map
is not/no matter/illusion/these lines demand motion/though I am
lost in orbit/the vectors beckon me/so I must be going/but not without
unknowing/
>this
territory/not compulsory/<
>this map/not forbidden/<
I n Y o u r H e a d
Going
the
places, the covert destinations
your
thinking's geometry
construed
at oblique angles
to
your world as lived
your
poised abode
Going
dreams
replaced by voices, directives from the airwaves
unaccountable
patterns
sublime
the impulse to believe
a
misdirection by opposing wills
disengages
your clutch
free-spins
the mechanism of your footing
Gone
forth
and back
your
homing device, that circuitous logic
for
remaining fixed in place:
ever
bridging two lands
and
you the engineer
bracing
the odd forces
longing
for sleep
Economic Equation
Often I think / that We The People / are the medium
of exchange for money / facilitators
for capital regeneration / couriers of currency / transacting between
banks;
I betrayed
my alien cosmos
in
the way that I looked at him
So
he says: Hey kid, money makes the world go 'round;
No, I said, gravity makes the world go round--money makes
your world go 'round;
We
stared at each other
his
face flushed red
quickly
I said:
but
perhaps gravity and money are one and the same;
He
raised an eyebrow
so
to test my hypothesis
I
removed the legally tendered note from my pocket
tossed
it to the ground
and
stepped away
And
I did indeed see him
spin
and
orbit
and
converge
with
the earth
We
both smiled then
each
of us
the
richer
S
P A C E J U N K
{A Tale of Two Odysseys}
Thirty-thousand
objects and growing
they're all up there waiting
a great orbiting space-fill
trapped in gravity's belt
when suddenly, one near-earth orbit decays
free-falls
friction co-efficient passes critical
bursts into fire ball
breaks up in a blossom of hot tentacles
showers molten debris down
into a receptive blue-green sea
the fizzling hisses of snuffed out heat in salty waves
the only sound heard by the only sentient presence:
a lone humpback rolling over on its back, eyes skyward, its perfect
idle interrupted
while further below the surface a hungry grouper gulps
at descending carbonized flakes then regurgitates
and the ever-disintegrating specks
continue their free-fall in liquid space
joining the silent radiolarian rain
on their way to the abyss
Or
perhaps
some random shard of hard ware
escapes the incinerating fall
lands with unremarkable impact
upon a seldom tread equatorial beach
an island, possibly, formerly untouched by global disposability
and some sole survivor or wondering out-caste
scouring for tinder to feed his needed fire
finds the titanium transistor
amongst the dried-up dulce, driftwood, and sand
and
turning it over in his hand
perplexed by its function
a vision of its fantastic origin flits through his mind
then dissolves away in useless reverie
and salted thirst
he
pauses there at the upper tidal mark
lifts a makeshift flask to his lips drinks reverently
eyes close open to a sinking sun's ray
glinting off the shining bauble
bejeweled upon his palm like an infant star
and he walks out onto the rocks
threading a husk-fiber string with a shark tooth hook
through the center of the thing
and casts it into a provident sea
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