Cantos XIII-XIV by Teg George
Canto XIII Wisse das Bild I have no center and spend five minutes trying to figure out how that could be the Prada models look like mannequins how do they do that meanwhile my analyst keeps arguing with me as though I were disputing the facts of the universe or the Dior models’ teeth that look like steel like Jaws from Live and Let Die there is a moon a sun and stars how do they do the Vuitton models’ bosom bulges? “Why do you think they exist?” I don’t think “I don’t believe they made any sacrifices on your behalf” the Saks ad shows motion so seductively leopard skin and lace shadowed by black umbrellas like celestial bodies that won’t obey foolish whims set forth by some god or Dolce & Gabbana dead in fur or so like death except for hands set to hip and ear contra post: the music of the spheres lies down on the couch for an extended measure distaff Max Mara spread eagled on red leather with lace-up knee boots against blue velvet backdrop Can therapists give up the ghost and laugh a little? “Center yourself on humor” exposed in melancholia or self absorption as Avedon sd/ he held a negative of his sister on his skin and sun tanned her onto his shoulder Self-denial “I don’t think self plays a part in this” Mert & Marcus sheen over skin as fake as Photoshop can’t massage can’t leech the oomph from Omphallos (Have you seen the sale catalog in the lobby?) bandits hide under the Chateau de Vauvert Wird euch langsam namenlos im Munde? Armani mania grips all though her eyes laugh adoringly at the One on her left Diet
Tricks of TV Starlets --buried somewhere in the Garden of Eternal Faith Behold
the Stern Reckless Officious Pronoun: her Yurman pearls dangle as a trinity of perfection three big bangs dabbling with a pendant --I am not one of the master race no center to me core values flow Kenneth Cole marks the body out with black drapery Cole Haan hangs without I haven’t got the grist for the mill haven’t sunk to that depth Eileen Fisher in chenille my redwoods are broken my oak has uprooted Ellen Tracy in cashmere I haven’t lifted a finger I’ve lost my nostalgic island charm Jil Sander in tweed my analyst sets up the ambush her musketeers hide within her sacred grove her caviar my champagne her pistols my Fujifilm waving banners my analyst approaches and the birches give way so nehmen oft Spiegel das heilig einzige Lächeln der Mädchen in sich the Thriller episode that terrified me when I was four murderers hiding behind mirrors within mirrors the world of murderers who see themselves everyday and fix their hair or shave or make up Audrey Hepburn “What does she see?” Piaget? Sapphires? Tiffany windows reflect sharply Burmese jade and tiger-eye and amethyst compasses watches crumbers and unicorn horn polished perfect cut to cross-sections to necklace to mask the blush rising from chest to face Martinis launched the symphony erect dazzling crowds Lincoln Center Babylon bedtime war im Silber-Spiegel und in ihr Canto XIV Today, the Air Force would have made him 'DNIF'—Duties
Not to Include Flying Lo, there was great shimmering as Crispus parted the sky and sent packets of foil fluttering to Earth it wasn't the shock of scooting out of the primordial rather the onset of being conscious of rebellious mud between the ears sounding out images that likened to nothing willed or wanted Force
Interdiction Electronic Counter-Measures Neither prophecy nor nightmare as frightening as unpredictable thoughts and uncontrolled desires as though the god were introspecting mind and soul yet mind and soul insulting the god could result terra firma no longer firmer much more terror SIN eliminate competitors from future generations eliminate environmental impact statements public comment not only was one separate from the god but separate from one self seizures frightened as badly as blank looks Socrates daemon thinking him eliminate false imprisonment defrocking statehood eliminate fitness reports early relief Checotah bare-bones health plans where the lie belies the truth because one doesn’t know where the truth lies eliminate adequate disclosure impromptu press conferences eliminate accuracy rates casualty reports photoreconnaissance de Gaulle sd/ “How can anyone govern a country that has 246 kinds of cheese?” and Laval ans/ “I wish for a German victory.” Do you believe in G-d? in these Christmas tree ornaments? hand-made in the Holy Land from Genuine Grade A Olive Wood? Do you believe in the Camel in the Manger? the Candle in the Bell? the Star in the Womb? the Baby in the Book? Do you believe in Baba Yaga? Zeus? Mithras? Sacred Fire? Do you believe Silent Night? Smirnov sd/ “People's actions can in fact be controlled by unnoticed acoustic influence.” Will you renounce Satan? Cigars? Vodka? Erasers? Satin Sheets? Canadian Bacon? Tofu? Sable? Zymurgy? String Theory? Methods of latent impact on the human psyche are no longer secret. not SIN but the Ass in me relinquishing regeneration restyling as EYE and enveloping making Crispus less pilot and more mad bomber more wild quo vadis and less quidditas more exclamatory and less residual more love of the new less love of the bold less love of the sold more love of the told fold crowed even more love of the VT snowed —get off . . . That our progress has been regress from most of our traits— a confusion of CONscience caused through mitochondrial Eve Jaynes sd/ “A whole kingdom where each of us reigns reclusively alone, questioning what we will, commanding what we can.” You must be born again— . . . leave no forwarding address . . . froward and dyspeptic . . . colored ribbons folded forward ag’in and ag’in you must be reincarnated Kurzweil sd/ “We can't just download knowledge.” We are not kosly,— we shop at the Gap. Updike sd/ “Men had no consciousness but were automatically obeying the voices of gods.” And why must I deal with any of this? What god has doomed me to pleasance? What orchid has bloomed beneath my sphere? Beneath my realm where I am I? Show dogma . . . Show sin . . . Show riches . . . time shift digital data extraction outpaces analog analysis therefore digital analysis becomes more essential and the more digital analysis takes precedence the more differentiation between analog and digital, ugh! space shift spatial area for digital warehousing diminishes while analog space increases, i.e. bits shrink while paper expands so fewer people look at paper, lcd, data, entry, size, etc. Centuries of wrestling with the Angel give over to twenty years of typing into the Aether— blogging and then not pages archived and never read merely absorbed as patterned experience to be filed folder after folder of unmitigated data people filed unless they can flee And Kurzweil sd/ “The
crossover point is around 2030 and
non-biological intelligence will continue its
exponential rise.” even DNA tweaked will make us less than wookies even our heads shaved and emblazoned with bar-codes will not be enough paranoid yet cliched out of existence by ultra-swoosh Pueblo unida jamas sera vencido— unless Newmont is our golden neighbor— and Crispus learned the fable that on Xmas Eve at Midnight the Dog will speak, “Taxes can be paid online.” |
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