afterward:
what was that?
oh, that was
an essay (attempt, experiment)
in neo-romantic or romantical critical theory/practice,
a mirror of being grown irrevocably whole
in the very moment, shrieking, laughing out loud
weeping oceans long blocked at the gate,
swooning in ecstasy, whilst computers cooly calculate
to verify the result -- of gaining distance
and glimpsing itself in this mirror,
apart and contained within, weaver and woven
into the skein of the suddenly read/seen scene
at this rebirth of rebirth...
if you would please respect your neighbors
by shutting the shades whenever
this supersonic rocket racing around the world
isn't barreling into the no less actual than eternal sunrise
bleeding into the sunset at this rate,
(as in Skaya's tile sky affixed to a school),
so forget the blinds,
form fluidly flowing into content
and vice versa, and perceptible as such --
the impediments to seeing, having, and keeping it
all manipulations; kick hard and kick them off!
or, if you've the skill,
disdisenchant these disenchanters with a snake dance,
or however you do it, do it! Or...
if you already, having caught a few cold drafts of my drift,
or the moment you do so, dread, fear and oppose
any such effort at an effort at an effort..
however distantly removed
from the inaccessible vanishing point,
deeming the least reference
to such a convergence,
a threat to all enlightened discourse,
which indeed it is,
only I would put "enlightened" in quotations,
until this long missing passage is included,
the map of the world legible and navigable,
the keystone in place, and the scaffold freed
for rafters, rafts for the riffraff, etc.,
the threat revealed preserver, redeemer, the future! --
but if you intractably disagree and are steeled
in resistance to any such suggestions
even of what I am only suggesting
only utterly suggestively,
I, to you the devil herself, but,
as in the account beloved of cognoscentis
having a soft spot for lovers,
so in this, conspiring with Jesus,
offer this thread as the flaw in your carpet for good luck,
the one Satanic verse that proves you're not a demagogue,
your discourse might not be Satanic,
and you faithfully follow
or are a worthy rival of great Muhammed.
Read marksism (artism) --
after you gave up hope for such a thing
determined the hoped for downright evil,
as even if it's real, which is supremely doubtful,
the flower's just too short lived to justify the rot,
and arranged your whole world accordingly --
disable Spring, this cruelest month's not worth the pain,
[however if your knees bend to plant,
you'll soon feel much better] --
not thinking that, should it appear,
bamboozling and making mincemeat
of your ideas about it,
just as, at the first fire they make,
having rubbed and rubbed,
flint and stone cry WHAT IS THIS?
just as hydrogen and oxygen shrieked,
outraged at becoming spray in the passage to water,
or as all mates do when it's time to tie the knot
and initiate with a big bang
replacement by their imminent,
exhaustingly self-assertive synthesis --
it might induce you to rethink the matter,
a thing like no other thing under the sun,
religion (religament) for the recalcitrant
is truly catholic (all inclusive) and roamin
(so lazily circuitously peripatetic
it seems to be a viscous verb
bogged down in a blog that wants to be a novel)..
brace yourself as we barrel through a black hole
into an ulterior universe smiling like Mona Lisa,
the cat that ate the rat; however you deface her
until you become her, you cannot erase her,
and then you won't need or want to.
You will love what is
and no longer, if I may say so --
aren't you sick of all the targeted pandering
to what we already are to reinforce and reinforce it,
as by now we're made of some kind of indestructible plastic
that even art finds harder and harder to erode, --
be a hazard to humanity.
Repent! Repent! The kingdom is at hand!
Whip me! Harder Phyllis ! Ohhh that feels so good!
Love, Aristotle
traveling to the ends of the earth to gather up us, those who love and mind the mind, the blindest of the blind, the brats worst!
for posts inspiring or inspired by this caveat, scroll way far down to October 2022 posts in blog ARCHIVE -- listed BELOW PAGES, to right