The Mission Orphees
I
Jolly Roger –stowaway walks the plank
and becomes the hanged man upside down, drowned in the water
The captain knows I have spied the map and that I am a blabber mouth
he keeps me holed up in the moaning hull
seeping with disappointment and barnacles
He swears he will teach me a lesson
and he knows that he’s reteaching me really
I have known the location far too soon and there are consequences
He marches me, he and the rogues
up to the deck
and I am bound yet I could escape from the ropes
but for what?
“Take it like a man and learn the lesson”
the lesson being that you have to keep learning lessons,
and learning comes from hurt
learning to hurt is the same as learning to hear
as learning to learn and learning the limit is fear and violence
coming from out of the blue, like a thief’s departure
because hurt brings memory and memory
is a safeguard for the age
for jewel and doubloon glimmer
for the sages and times
where what you have learnt will save you
you haven’t learnt how to flee the captain’s wrath
or wrought away his influence of the boat
you do not know death
we teach death and that you must relearn death
to be safe
your life won’t mean much without this
Jolly Roger –stowaway walks the plank
and becomes the hanged man upside down, drowned in the water
The captain knows I have spied the map and that I am a blabber mouth
he keeps me holed up in the moaning hull
seeping with disappointment and barnacles
He swears he will teach me a lesson
and he knows that he’s reteaching me really
I have known the location far too soon and there are consequences
He marches me, he and the rogues
up to the deck
and I am bound yet I could escape from the ropes
but for what?
“Take it like a man and learn the lesson”
the lesson being that you have to keep learning lessons,
and learning comes from hurt
learning to hurt is the same as learning to hear
as learning to learn and learning the limit is fear and violence
coming from out of the blue, like a thief’s departure
because hurt brings memory and memory
is a safeguard for the age
for jewel and doubloon glimmer
for the sages and times
where what you have learnt will save you
you haven’t learnt how to flee the captain’s wrath
or wrought away his influence of the boat
you do not know death
we teach death and that you must relearn death
to be safe
your life won’t mean much without this
We will make the terrible happen now
walk, blabber mouth,
and sink in the bubble
II
The pearldiver seeking the oyster crystal
bursts with asphyxiation, sporing with air through his pores
returns to the surface gasping and bonewrecked
By powder and recalling the taste of abalone
I sought the next – velocity as my killing angel
the rapids of cognition and the quickness of words and blows
I became power, gaunt with the parsimony of agility and lust
senseless to flesh yet missives to mists and cloud
little blitzkriegs, annexations of logic
logic of undecipherable trajectories
as a map recounted, unseen and unshowable
the logic consistent kept running
torpedoing down
to pick up the pickup sticks
pearls that I wished were pearls
but were not pearls and I knew they were not pearls
or I almost knew
to convince the workings of consistent logic
that its workings were working to the wanted result
left behind being
and the being of others
and the misdirected yet consistent logic
of others which the mad machine
could only connect to by comedy
and the spare understandings
some of the data output gleamed
and some of the reports had great results
yet couldn’t explain the methodologies
or the directions taken on the recalled map
and damn, the redrafting of the map got close
but by the hat of Galileo
Ptolemy was far closer
to the Hyperborea of seafloor pearls
than one-eyed St Matthew
and his pinpointing of the glowing factory-heart
walk, blabber mouth,
and sink in the bubble
II
The pearldiver seeking the oyster crystal
bursts with asphyxiation, sporing with air through his pores
returns to the surface gasping and bonewrecked
By powder and recalling the taste of abalone
I sought the next – velocity as my killing angel
the rapids of cognition and the quickness of words and blows
I became power, gaunt with the parsimony of agility and lust
senseless to flesh yet missives to mists and cloud
little blitzkriegs, annexations of logic
logic of undecipherable trajectories
as a map recounted, unseen and unshowable
the logic consistent kept running
torpedoing down
to pick up the pickup sticks
pearls that I wished were pearls
but were not pearls and I knew they were not pearls
or I almost knew
to convince the workings of consistent logic
that its workings were working to the wanted result
left behind being
and the being of others
and the misdirected yet consistent logic
of others which the mad machine
could only connect to by comedy
and the spare understandings
some of the data output gleamed
and some of the reports had great results
yet couldn’t explain the methodologies
or the directions taken on the recalled map
and damn, the redrafting of the map got close
but by the hat of Galileo
Ptolemy was far closer
to the Hyperborea of seafloor pearls
than one-eyed St Matthew
and his pinpointing of the glowing factory-heart
Buy bye she said with her shovel
we can’t dig for Atlantis
on the top of Mt Ararat
III
searching through the shipwreck of time for the right times and
the poisonous urchins of my childhood found out and destroyed till the blood came out
It came out in the wiring
the instruction were written
in Ikea-nese and we knew it
the shelves looked perfect
but the back was back to front
the masonite showing
where the white panel should be, mate
He lost out in the just right stakes
and channeled his money to riskier
Ikea manuals
Blow the man down against
a deck of cards played by a comforting algorithm
lulling you to kill yourself and being quite comfortable
in playing the hands
But we all know that with a proper translator
fluent in English and Swedish
that a fucking decent Ikea instruction
booklet would not be out of the realms of possibility, truly
as the blue of my face!
The letter A:
first letter in the alphabet
First:
denoting the number 1
Denoting:
describing in annotation
Describing:
relating
Relating:
well, this is the transcendental signifier, eke phrases from here.
To speak again of the topic is a necessary redundancy
until the speech has found its felicity of style
and significance
and then you can say it, have no fear
we all go through this at some time
younger or older
more the getting of grace than the getting of wisdom
speak and forever hold your peace
Damocles sword has been removed
and when that happens we all know personally
and socially
but it takes a while until you are up for
putting the sword there yourself
just for a lark
IV
diving into a heavenly ocean of sunshine to find the vellum
of perpetual onceness and flexible momentum
the sun palpitating on the sea floor
Narcissus sought Arcadia by a pool
and Echo could only agree
so in he jumps and the pleasure is etheric
the pool is sunshine
and Narcissus becomes photon
we can’t dig for Atlantis
on the top of Mt Ararat
III
searching through the shipwreck of time for the right times and
the poisonous urchins of my childhood found out and destroyed till the blood came out
It came out in the wiring
the instruction were written
in Ikea-nese and we knew it
the shelves looked perfect
but the back was back to front
the masonite showing
where the white panel should be, mate
He lost out in the just right stakes
and channeled his money to riskier
Ikea manuals
Blow the man down against
a deck of cards played by a comforting algorithm
lulling you to kill yourself and being quite comfortable
in playing the hands
But we all know that with a proper translator
fluent in English and Swedish
that a fucking decent Ikea instruction
booklet would not be out of the realms of possibility, truly
as the blue of my face!
The letter A:
first letter in the alphabet
First:
denoting the number 1
Denoting:
describing in annotation
Describing:
relating
Relating:
well, this is the transcendental signifier, eke phrases from here.
To speak again of the topic is a necessary redundancy
until the speech has found its felicity of style
and significance
and then you can say it, have no fear
we all go through this at some time
younger or older
more the getting of grace than the getting of wisdom
speak and forever hold your peace
Damocles sword has been removed
and when that happens we all know personally
and socially
but it takes a while until you are up for
putting the sword there yourself
just for a lark
IV
diving into a heavenly ocean of sunshine to find the vellum
of perpetual onceness and flexible momentum
the sun palpitating on the sea floor
Narcissus sought Arcadia by a pool
and Echo could only agree
so in he jumps and the pleasure is etheric
the pool is sunshine
and Narcissus becomes photon
his uncomfortable skin is awash in magnificence
and Echo agrees
Narcissus is in rapture
his body forms into photographic noise
to spectrum
his forearm becomes a voice
his foot a block of skyscrapers
his face is just his mouth
and his eyes have lost out
to loving himself
a dream he can never shake himself out
with Echo by his side
“There is a music that will guide me
a solar chorus and meteorological verses
this joy has words
and they will be always unfound and unfounded
the words have just one meaning as a total
yet each individual letter will mean many things
like many Merlins and his fleet of dragon wings
flotillas of familiar-pussycats keep replicating
until magic becomes second nature
and every movement I snap
affects objective reality”
Narcissus is everything-in-one
the sun the earth you and me
and himself
He steps into himself but as he is Change
he never steps into the self-same self twice
V
jumping into the miasma of chaos, of the originary imaginary
the cursed ground of nettles to my feet
and Echo agrees
Narcissus is in rapture
his body forms into photographic noise
to spectrum
his forearm becomes a voice
his foot a block of skyscrapers
his face is just his mouth
and his eyes have lost out
to loving himself
a dream he can never shake himself out
with Echo by his side
“There is a music that will guide me
a solar chorus and meteorological verses
this joy has words
and they will be always unfound and unfounded
the words have just one meaning as a total
yet each individual letter will mean many things
like many Merlins and his fleet of dragon wings
flotillas of familiar-pussycats keep replicating
until magic becomes second nature
and every movement I snap
affects objective reality”
Narcissus is everything-in-one
the sun the earth you and me
and himself
He steps into himself but as he is Change
he never steps into the self-same self twice
V
jumping into the miasma of chaos, of the originary imaginary
the cursed ground of nettles to my feet
This is the beginning of it all
the bit forgotten
from human experiencing
but running under the hood
like a motor to a car that will never
be able to repair itself
the self repairing machine is
a contradiction
and a contradiction ergo is not a machine
fancy that, a contradiction contraption
incapable of action or output
put put
a lemon
en panne, out of order
a conceptual artwork
whose proper place in history
is in history
it is right to say for that which does not work
has no way
yet wayless gravitas
fuels the fires as to what is wrong
and what is right with fury to the fight
because something is fundamentally wrong
which is, that there is a right
but don’t confuse it with good or bad or evil
there are bad right things
like rotten apples in drama
slings and arrows in a fruit barrow
from something like The Cherry Orchard
The problem is with winning
right doesn’t always win
wrong and bad is most popular
but don’t complain
just grin and bear it
be bigger than victory
and this moral homily
and the moping never stops
the abject steps up another gear
time is death, the terrible was found out
and we have to correct the time Greenwich atomically
until the watch is wound tense enough to scrape space
What’s up doc? says Captain Kirk to Bones
the bit forgotten
from human experiencing
but running under the hood
like a motor to a car that will never
be able to repair itself
the self repairing machine is
a contradiction
and a contradiction ergo is not a machine
fancy that, a contradiction contraption
incapable of action or output
put put
a lemon
en panne, out of order
a conceptual artwork
whose proper place in history
is in history
it is right to say for that which does not work
has no way
yet wayless gravitas
fuels the fires as to what is wrong
and what is right with fury to the fight
because something is fundamentally wrong
which is, that there is a right
but don’t confuse it with good or bad or evil
there are bad right things
like rotten apples in drama
slings and arrows in a fruit barrow
from something like The Cherry Orchard
The problem is with winning
right doesn’t always win
wrong and bad is most popular
but don’t complain
just grin and bear it
be bigger than victory
and this moral homily
and the moping never stops
the abject steps up another gear
time is death, the terrible was found out
and we have to correct the time Greenwich atomically
until the watch is wound tense enough to scrape space
What’s up doc? says Captain Kirk to Bones
VI
swimming through words
to spit out medicines
and find the crystallized enunciations that are communicable and understood
And through the missions yea
music and water -
without the intentional showings to the Baroque, baroquely
It’s unfeasible to say at this point I have a Handel on this
But some joy, to music, with developing dynamics
though beautiful – the terraced volumes only knew loud and soft
the middle and a geography of curve had no chance, yet
water is not just rapids and serenes
the point is to dip your foot in, swim
to have a spectrum of water in its quiddity
to adapt – the Darwinian Fantasia and The Man from Atlantis
homo amphibius
jolly frogger
jolly forger
to live as an epiphyte is not that active
as Gunter Grass extolled “Do Something”
and from the obstacles of growing up
I knew to write, always
and I have returned to a writing
of childhood mythcreating
and the mission of heroes and leanders
we are loved for blood
but we haven’t got that much to lose or give away,
lest grief and death make us truly unlovable except as memory -
Relating was central here
and in the madness of medicines
to go without panaceas does our travels well
most medicines keep us sick
when they treat relationships
swimming through words
to spit out medicines
and find the crystallized enunciations that are communicable and understood
And through the missions yea
music and water -
without the intentional showings to the Baroque, baroquely
It’s unfeasible to say at this point I have a Handel on this
But some joy, to music, with developing dynamics
though beautiful – the terraced volumes only knew loud and soft
the middle and a geography of curve had no chance, yet
water is not just rapids and serenes
the point is to dip your foot in, swim
to have a spectrum of water in its quiddity
to adapt – the Darwinian Fantasia and The Man from Atlantis
homo amphibius
jolly frogger
jolly forger
to live as an epiphyte is not that active
as Gunter Grass extolled “Do Something”
and from the obstacles of growing up
I knew to write, always
and I have returned to a writing
of childhood mythcreating
and the mission of heroes and leanders
we are loved for blood
but we haven’t got that much to lose or give away,
lest grief and death make us truly unlovable except as memory -
Relating was central here
and in the madness of medicines
to go without panaceas does our travels well
most medicines keep us sick
when they treat relationships
Through me and we, the fighting ends with the hostilities
and Europe can rest, it must
no more meltdowns or all but the rich shall rust
and fighting will recommence
and the keys are question, work, trust, rest, grow, and wear a hat
to let the hare movements have air for process.
and Europe can rest, it must
no more meltdowns or all but the rich shall rust
and fighting will recommence
and the keys are question, work, trust, rest, grow, and wear a hat
to let the hare movements have air for process.
VII
The unknown bodies – water as light as the air from a flapping butterfly wing
sex, laughter, the humane and the pulsing double crystal – of sense and the cracked seed-codes of the underworld of process
A generosity of dedication
lead me to this dedication of generosity
where there is no such thing as waiting
and this makes solitude a viable thing
unheard of and late-coming to this scripter
I allow myself to want and yearn
to ask sometimes
to say sometimes the beautiful thing
I used to not utter
by grace of skin and limbs
and open face time-telling
I give compliments as gratitude
I have a list for the affirmative
and for what is “shit”
I have no time – its own decline doesn’t need my help
at all
So through the divergent tangles I write
through the archive I see the diversity to
incomprehensibility
to stunning wordmeal
I know I won’t get away with it
and I can still giggle about it
How the hell did all this happen I will never know
except that it took time, rebellion and friendships
and loves, idiocies that spoke
brilliance that bucked like a burro
and the pretence to it which I contend is the same thing
whatever sour philosophers will say in victory’s warpath
Honi soit qui mal y pense
shoot if you must, I am quite assured that I am more like
Robert Duvall in Apocalypse Now than ever – the simile
having its momentary biomimickry.
VIII
whimsical, light, happy, without fear, creative and honing to an attractive wildness - accompanied by chosen wondrous elements, music, abstractions, sensory quizzings and delights
It is the
day after tomorrow that I wrote this
and it is edited as a morally good lie
to hide the bees in my bonnet
(the bonnet laying on my belly)
the aesthetic double bind to give life
if two I had to choose
(which is so yesterday, which by reckonings, is tomorrow)
would be the language of biology
and the biology of language
as I hear the coughs of morning from those around me
from which I have taken pause and await my instructions
to cough every word is brocade
a metaphor is a venal wall
a metonymy is cartlidge
a simile is to be found in the adjoining store
and the pleonasm is obviously an orgasm
because more is okay
to say “that Starbucks café is just like that Starbucks café”
is only a treat
when the term "Starbucks cafe" is code for orgasm
and only then
is it cool
warm,
hot,
every human dimension in a thermometer.
The analogy transmutes to a digitality -
kept the words minimal
and keep the purple for
obscenities that never utter one profanity
in Little Italy or in The Eye of The Big Prawn
where this stone I hold is nowhere to be seen…
it’s Thaumaturgy and not magic because there is more than one star
and that’s patently observable in the world of medium sized
objects and in the worlds of abstraction – where agreeability
is actually a better word than tolerance
tolerance being a word on the cusp of punishment.
And the scant politic to be sprinkled
is that governments are best like
internal marketing departments
and it is edited as a morally good lie
to hide the bees in my bonnet
(the bonnet laying on my belly)
the aesthetic double bind to give life
if two I had to choose
(which is so yesterday, which by reckonings, is tomorrow)
would be the language of biology
and the biology of language
as I hear the coughs of morning from those around me
from which I have taken pause and await my instructions
to cough every word is brocade
a metaphor is a venal wall
a metonymy is cartlidge
a simile is to be found in the adjoining store
and the pleonasm is obviously an orgasm
because more is okay
to say “that Starbucks café is just like that Starbucks café”
is only a treat
when the term "Starbucks cafe" is code for orgasm
and only then
is it cool
warm,
hot,
every human dimension in a thermometer.
The analogy transmutes to a digitality -
kept the words minimal
and keep the purple for
obscenities that never utter one profanity
in Little Italy or in The Eye of The Big Prawn
where this stone I hold is nowhere to be seen…
it’s Thaumaturgy and not magic because there is more than one star
and that’s patently observable in the world of medium sized
objects and in the worlds of abstraction – where agreeability
is actually a better word than tolerance
tolerance being a word on the cusp of punishment.
And the scant politic to be sprinkled
is that governments are best like
internal marketing departments
treating the populus with diplomacy
we are made customers of governmentality
and should never fear
taking business elsewhere
or closing embassies.
we are made customers of governmentality
and should never fear
taking business elsewhere
or closing embassies.
