a sudden wake drives. surveillance to correct degrees. vibrating with involuntary reflexes. a profane heaven from within a dream.
admiration and desecration. like the rattler who shows his gratitude. in divine darkness. in the charm of an industrial slumping. toward a psychotropic revelation. which ravishes the enlightened mind.
a nightmare within a nightmare. waking up inside a dream. of wet ash displayed in rain. which washes away the landscape.
everything is psychotropic
everything defiles the mind
everything is an addiction
everything is good and fine
its reflection appears. in the faceless summer. the dream contrived. from a dream it had. of winter's eyes. & the clouds cover the recollection. the impression it made on the surface of the clouds.
shining out from underneath the sun
where all is blindness
& delight
Computer poetry is warfare carried out by other means, a warfare against conventionality and language that has become automatized. Strange as it seems, our finite state automata have become the poet’s allies in this struggle, the long historical battle by which mankind pries into the surface of language to reveal its latent mysteries… R.W. Bailey, Computer Poems (1973)
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Friday, June 5, 2009
the alchemist
encrypted alchemies
break apart on the surface
of obscure and elemental names
like the symptoms of a patient's
malady
a patient who is fighting his memories
attempting to repel the ghosts
that haunt his dreams
paper tombstones aflame
under the diminishing moonlight
& a prayer for apathy
in the face of an unforgiving
sympathy
his medicine will be forgetting
everything he is and was
a self-portrait by a deranged
impressionist stolen and left
in the gutter of his empathy
someone will say: it looks like a death mask
& then they will look away
to reduce and to confine
because alchemy is art and science
method acting and revisionism
fighting against people
who are fighting themselves
inarticulate, their voices carry
in the wind of their forgetting
break apart on the surface
of obscure and elemental names
like the symptoms of a patient's
malady
a patient who is fighting his memories
attempting to repel the ghosts
that haunt his dreams
paper tombstones aflame
under the diminishing moonlight
& a prayer for apathy
in the face of an unforgiving
sympathy
his medicine will be forgetting
everything he is and was
a self-portrait by a deranged
impressionist stolen and left
in the gutter of his empathy
someone will say: it looks like a death mask
& then they will look away
to reduce and to confine
because alchemy is art and science
method acting and revisionism
fighting against people
who are fighting themselves
inarticulate, their voices carry
in the wind of their forgetting
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
The Web of Life
mirrored in that other blue
in the reality in which it is reflected
within the vexed and stimulated
echo of its own remission
the truth appears as symbols
covering its symbols with the symbols
in which it is hewn
the manners and customs of our lives
transcend our lives to connect us
to other lives in time
like particles in a universal delusion
wrought by the magic of forgetting
the auto-intoxicated vanishing point
of a self-obsessed world
whose super-impositions merge and perish
& thus become imperishable
the ineffable seed must be conceived
& fed by flesh and blood
divinity must descend into the sinews
in order to be conceived and conceive of
beseeching forces – leave no peace
consisting not in – but of substance
and by – not for – notions
bent and driven toward the bounding line
superimposed over an unchanging source
whose manifestations are (by nature) infinite
& whose system is rejection
in the reality in which it is reflected
within the vexed and stimulated
echo of its own remission
the truth appears as symbols
covering its symbols with the symbols
in which it is hewn
the manners and customs of our lives
transcend our lives to connect us
to other lives in time
like particles in a universal delusion
wrought by the magic of forgetting
the auto-intoxicated vanishing point
of a self-obsessed world
whose super-impositions merge and perish
& thus become imperishable
the ineffable seed must be conceived
& fed by flesh and blood
divinity must descend into the sinews
in order to be conceived and conceive of
beseeching forces – leave no peace
consisting not in – but of substance
and by – not for – notions
bent and driven toward the bounding line
superimposed over an unchanging source
whose manifestations are (by nature) infinite
& whose system is rejection
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