Cantos XV-XIX by Teg George
Canto XV . . . aber ich fürchtete mich doch noch
viel mehr vor dem bloßen wunden Kopf ohne Gesicht you'd sip the holy cup that Pan swills like a short pint from Murphy’s Pub in Brookline on Harvard it simply bares fin dee sickle like Indy girls thrown aside as each Quest’s won like Tiger Lily and Wendy and Tink his Mórrigan his Internet Discount his Shadow like Bond girls still in the thrall of martinis emotionless without hope unable to jog themselves free from rocky coasts John Harrison invented their exit wound ticking like Hook’s clock inside the croc the Empire awakened by a gear so when Pan looks at his Shadow he believes he is different from his father because all is reversed and he believes he’s free from statements of service or bills of lading casinos entrance him King George awaits the large chalice waits empty for his ballot ubiquity breeds contretemps heaven has a place for him—hell Pan’s Shadow works everywhere rigmarole defines everyday everyone clouds everyone fusses Wendy binds his heart to her Pan’s Shadow is so huge she stretches from one dining room at 21 to the other table at Maxim’s--poking at her coq au vin --her hair is as long as the Tiber her feet are as large as Sardinia her hands can grasp the Rockies throttle Coors who else would center on supper as a piece a skit a 2000-year-old recipe of bread and wine Fort Collins collapses jets wing to UK academy graduates collect at Galway the Shadow rises from Tara fear of Danu cliffs rugged posing above Atlantic swells one fort at the edge souls weeping there fear of Badb The One who trailed Tiger Lily who slyly speared her while she coveted Trojan armor who snuck upon her This One’s father Admiring his Son’s deviousness this One’s mother Admiring her Son’s lies Him Hiding behind a bush His Steed curtained by Spears sharpened at His Son’s smithee roaring falling off the cliffs hundreds sacrificed to Maeve the Unsated reformist leanings allegations credentials Offer Expires Apr 1 or While Supplies Last! hundreds sacrificed to mail-in-rebates the Shadow offers hope unlike her apologists who vend battles in heaven the Shadow offers peace and a free meal Duna Feadhreagh appearing at dusk faeries mounted on butterflies buzzing the trenches faeries on beetles assaulting the Dublin PO only the desire to sell the illusion keeps the illusion alive only the need to enrapture the believer endures the power to break free from illusion learned at seminary enrolling the unchurched learned at seminary necessity of lies have no fastness until broken upon the wheel of war The One uses Lost Boys to enliven his legions’ fearlessness when Pan looks at his reflection he believes he is different from his father because all is reversed and he believes then dies because the mirror image lies neither the image of our mind nor the face torn from paintings can testify self-portraits drawn backwards as others truly see us not drawn from mirrors but projected the Shadow’s deeds do not mirror ours our crosses hang as banners at war with charity our shadows’ deeds entrenched Spiral Minaret of Samarra evidence exploding around it then finally wounded army fire shot through the temple jagged crystals of salt hide a wave of flavor with a crisp clean saltiness that recedes leaving a floral whisper on the tongue Pan insane Pan brain flavors sweet then bitter Pan hammering at the mirror sd/ “Let me in” grave rose the Shadow pursues Pan on her Toshiba the Shadow pursues Pan on her Toshiba the Shadow pursues Pan on her Toshiba . . . XBOX malloc()/free() implementation is also storing control information inbound and is similar to the Windows 2000/XP heap allocators this wasn't a shock: Bucky sd/ “da Vinci, inventor of the mechanically gyp-proof whore-house” Sit Down Please last orders the net of longitude and latitude ensnaring continents with centuries to live out the carnage Charlie’s Angels donne innominate sacrificed to Maeve the Unsated numberless gods sacrificed to XBOX Pan sacrificed to Windows 2000/XP the Unsated please accept these stickers as a token of our appreciation for your support Culture of Life sacrificed to tokenism The Culture of Life shamanized by Hook the Shadow pursues the One who struck down Tink in His quest for Empire the Shadow’s arrow flies true to his heart and he breathes at last equilibrium the Shadow’s arrow flies again Pan becomes the anti-shaman descrying surprise and perversity and peerlessness soldiering by exhaustion Lost Boys in the Kush by the tick tock of the clock Wendy will sew our shadows on she is our immurata sister hers an empty world she miserable! which way shall she fly? Canto XVI Perchè non reggi tu
l’appetito Dé mortali Baby, one more time For my peace of mind Wasting away through siege-works Descrying surprise and perversity Two ways to fight in your face Frontal assault or sneaky crawly Up your ass envelopment or two ways to fight The sickness of free market capitalism Baker’s man George II or as fast as toucan Yreka
ordinals or back to Part of the tribe or Austin City Limits Rewrite beautiful by retyping I don’t need to deconstruct Ugliness in order to tell beauty They all pitch in :--make it one for my baby Then leave when their wives have cancer Write well die young The
world is blind and thou art In it trapped in the cave enit Lit from behind shadows As statues as monuments cards Dealt show Death The Hanged Man Haman hoist on his own wrath beati pacifici And one more for the hard pan road--: Designed and used by Romans and other ancients For horses and carts Cannot safely support vehicles traveling In excess of fifteen miles per hour Much less two-way traffic Insurance was not crafted To solve anything ‘cept the insurer’s Lack of cash flow Mixing the insured’s problems With equity investments Only creates more problems Crosses the banker’s eyes A frontal assault binocular Two ways to fight Drunks wander down Then up Pine to bus their woes To LakeBonoVista and the Xmas show Fireworks and Jesus rocked Back and forth against thunderheads Gathering in the west Pale Hotels glittering and palms afire Frost lighted with supine Homeless scattered beyond the Pale One one-legged with Tiny Tim Crutch clutched beneath arm Pit his spare some . . . Snare some bake me a cake Gators wandering past the Citrus Club with two-fisted OJ pouring vodka pouring Man unmanned supine Against Jesus bus Only the World Cup distracts Only the Twins hitless Only the Magic spells One and all
to Brits expatted patty-cake patty-cake Do I have to draw your picture? Pull your tooth Show your scar Roll your sleeve Choke your pretzel Tattoo your titties Shrimp your shrink Box your ears Scar your sphincter Roll your rug Lower your ears Fictionalize your memoir Orientalize your rap Remember your lies Lie down with dogs Dog your steps Step on your crack Crack your momma’s back Devo your Reba Tire your rose ann Mac your knife Heath your heather Do I have to draw you a picture? Bottle deposit fee load/no load Murder by a thousand cuts The idea that human beings group to survive That sometimes they fail Argonauts rejection of Medea Iceni rejection of Boudica Tories rejection of Thatcher Agriculture Counts! Corn rows pone hominy posole Short Pump Pocahontas Rejection of Powhatan poke-a-honcho Neverland to devil-land Unbidden but driven Belle & Sebastian Primal Scream Make Crystal the bartender Instead of
Mitch Does financial analysis for the studios I have to write notes To tell which ones to go to dome The way mystique rhymes with mistake The way we hanker after chocolate The way binary code doesn’t Resemble dots and dashes Rewrite mystique by retyping I don’t need to deconstruct Mistake in
order to tell To pitch in Then leave when Ken Lay gets cancer Write dots die dashing There’s really no difference Between childlike and childish Between playful and played out Will we be ashamed in heaven Will we have Guinness Will we still eat Christ’s body Canto XVIIO isplendor
di viva luce etterna what smile can outshine an afterlife made only of rays not particles—energy not mass dispersed like water droplets from splashed tears but beams blown outward as sunlight or reflected as moonlight or as flame as fire fanned the wind blows through the grass on the plains and seems like waves over the ocean flowing endless shimmering undulating like the grave overgrown stones buried sorrow buried under snow repetition pirated from sleep sleep filigreed with eyepatches parrots filigreed with repetition Hamlet parrots Polonius Polonius patches Laertes Laertes pirates sleep I patch Hamlet—nephew to the king endless sheets shimmering ghosts the wind blows through the ghosts the plains of buried beneath the hamlets grave grave grave where is thy virtue trapped beneath the hamlets’ sorrow buried under snow Lwow emptied Birin emptied cannons silent now the dead are dry frozen to dirt ditch dug shells whining over it’s over the shells whining over overover roger that 10-4 and out bombs away ducks away geese wild away while away out away way over roger roger rogered simply gruesome Roger as his sons never grew some more or less worse than the Princes in the Tower celluloid given over to lasers klieg lights given to digital LEDs bits of bits stage bizness the business of man is death and Beer Nuts wait the business of man is death and Hallmark licensing with that little crown dancing above the logo like a halo on crack wait the business of man is death like Behrens and Buda and zaftig censor censure cinosure wait crown beneath Princess and pea overhead vic vers sync sent like a napkin on Burger King’s hallowed head the century spent April thunder Jesus, Mary, where’s Joseph? Easter, mister, put your sell where the get is miser, Midas, geld meld and shoulder Minos pass over, man, send the shine where lambykins went away let wind and rain and hail go high one thing doesn’t mean another “nations of birds” doesn’t mean crow or hawk each with colors mottoflagstatebirdflower bird of prey dove of peace bird on a wire Bird Parker Richard fecking Wilbur Derek fecking Walcott “lark avoid the reaches” like smartass bitches “doves return” knock at the door and ring the bell ill wind unhappiness gross fodder ailments circle after Hadyn listened to “climbing up the walls” he told me that this was insanity “no this is the future,” I said born out of Shoah born out sink lower drum drum drum Christ is not saying we should eat Him He is saying we should eat each other for as loving as we are we are already eating each other we are already drinking our blood we shouldn’t drink His blood because we are swollen piggish from swilling each other ovenovenoven who has oven oven oven oven smoking cheddar golden ozone chimney sweeps douse the fire with their own teen teens Christ is not saying, “eat me beat me seat me we eat” see, we eat, see the tunnel to the terminal collapses the jet plane has to stop stop the jet the plane tender PIG rasher streaky and butt end heads made from skin karma sunk too far inside to find canvas for paint canvas for tent canvas dripping canvas speckled out she comes as white as snow game on Highgate East Cemetary bronze Marx the spot West is Rossetti your brain is more active sleeping than it is watching television whose hell is open admission Swedenborg’s hell was rude huts Dante’s hell, an upsidedown Napoleon, Trans-Siberian Railway caboose Descartes, me me me me me Elton John, The Edge on Harry Potter, The Wallace Collection Irving T. Bush, Bush House wait chicken guarding the foxes ipso facto parental probity essential amiability —hell Canto XVIIIan quod amantes non longe a caro corpore abesse uolunt? [sister stillborn brother stillborn] even you, O Queen, inseparable, lost, given to unity, given RED but lost in BLUE, lost, lost, lost was ist los mit meinem
Korper? adulation broken upon ululation as tongues sprung tiny twists “But whoso hath this world’s good and seeth his brother have need and shutteth up his bowels of compassion from him how dwelleth the love of God in him?” Lamantia, the preromantic the buzz saw of liberal pluralism the Rorschach of secular reason the claret of deliberative democracy was Titian felled by leopards? why the calf’s head, the snakes? what chariot without Bacchus? TurnerFire (Rothko) TurnerFire —something profound in minus an ear minus a clove “Ask not what your country can do for you ask what you can do” minus an ear minus a clove Lamantia, the preromantic with pelicans roaming over his profile versifying over his profile like angels on crack “the bastards” fall why won’t Kurt step on the baseline? hatha curse bag of cloth and herb and oak would you paint your nails red your brown legs hands arms sheathed would you tease your hair plant your fake lashes ruddy cheeks red lipstick princess of the islands ruler sing thrush sing lei lani grass shack macaroni salad Wakiki kim chi summer ala moana if in five years submerged if the volcano blows if typhoon covers would you paint the rocks or pull the slick moss and seaweed from beneath the west shore pumice coral welks snails currite ducentes subtegmina, currite, fusi swimming through tide pools grass skirt salt sea green drift foam bubbling as your laughter sprinkled with sand towel off then paint my face
stranded in stuck like Max & Ferdie in francophone chop chop dialed into Dantone chop chop dialed into Hebert chop chop dialed into Louis even you, O Queen, inseparable, lost, given to unity, given RED but lost in BLUE, lost, lost, lost “Honest to God, I don’t have a problem with the Guard as soldiers—I just don’t like their helmets” von Ribbentrop in ribbons Kafka in caftan Kahn in curtains Polonius behind the curtains O Queen— Goebbels with his sword— Kamerad Stalin napping abed —and hand forged pendant in solid silver order before (jury duty is your civic
responsibility . . .) “It never is for anything, the sacrifice” trout diva trout diva trout diva shade piano shade piano shade piano the poor will always be with us so why not invite them to dinner? what are we gouging each other for? when we could just as easily (spare change—busking is best) give each other a break—cut them some slack snakebit ‘Your Cheatin’ Heart’ “Every man a king” a Crow in your own hut “When you want to know more” Rosetta tip jar on the console songs piano kara—OK in nextdoor neighbor swell guy —OK isn’t it grand? they never understand chuck Benefiber PLUS calcium no water required! hunger pains —OK shy war why are shy war why are shy war the secret knowledge of secrecy how we are all a secret to each other sweat palm oasis dry undine kelpies tighe tengu piskies merrows lob kolbalds guriuz sync sent gossamer biplane Ease-of-Use Commendation contact a poison control
center copper in the penny costs more than a cent fuel in orbit fuel on terroir fuel with landscape of Aix en without army only Blackjack Morgan horse made for calvary but one survives Greasy Grass with seven arrows bristling Grace Kelly in High Society then higher her son a rascal yet kingly comity not sour as El Cid but forthcoming like—something profound in minus an ear minus a clove as ye do hang, hang bane to choke let me eat dainties—O Queen of —then fill me with BLUE
Canto XIXPrint Your Own Money! declare your self UR-self: a nation freed from 3 dimensions as Spinoza sd/ “harems are paradise” hoo ahh and when Porush won that fellowship at MIT he spent the money on a Camaro and unveiled it at his grant party “my project,” he sd/ and promptly schwittered away to the Combat Zone eyes in bottles like in Blade Runner bottles of whisky like in Blade Runner broken bottles like in Apokalips Now eyes that the Air Force has decided to alter by grinding instead of slicing the cornea because G forces might skim the goo right out the sockets like so much jizz that killer in WA provided so many so many “I had not thought death had” done up so many in ribbons and bows until I saw Night Watch are vampires really all that bothered by AIDS seeping into the blood supply or is it just another UR-bane Legend like the kidney thief or the dude with the hook for a hand or the UFO bobbing past Arthur Godfrey strumming his ukulele people are wrong to take drugs because when they take drugs the drugs are taking them somewhere Bucky’s balls aren’t the problem it’s his feckin’ homerunthatdents my fens don’tcha know hoo ahh people are wrong to take drugs because when they take drugs the drugs are taking me somewhere oblivion waste sobbing waning death sweeps all aside sleeping the small drum thrumming along people are wrong to take drugs because when they take drugs they’re taking them away from me Francesi cocks and clocks hands and numbers pissoir battalions march out Napoleon’s troops have hit sack and G. Kahn’s men, dormez ‘vous? Tamurlane’s boys tucked Darius sunk Sun rises Sun sets life circles the drain born to rise but sent to die three days later rising son blind poet blind seer blind vagabond nursing a bottle of gin odor of strong clan blond muscled blond though beauty swells beneath skin Dog Star staring at him through eons eddies of the universe dark energy flowing in the main tributaries matter tossed aside yet streaming poems are wrong to take drugs because when they take drugs the drugs are taking them somewhere where we can’t go and if we can’t find them then the drugs will find us here where they left us because we wouldn’t take the drugs that took them somewhere else and someone else will give the drugs away before we get a chance to refuse them to show how permanent we are like concrete while they are more like birds or maybe pigs that fly or ducks that won’t anymore because they’re high on becoming fois grais or eggs that come home to roost hoo ahh like eggs that come first hoo ahh or maybe WE took the drugs before they could and that’s why they were wrong to take the drugs away from us because now we can’t find them anymore even though they look like concrete birds or pigs or ducks or eggs onthetownonthetownonthetownonthetown with Federman and oysters and [Friedman jerking off butterflies] at the Barley Sheaf Farm Estate & Spa with Hans Arp and twenty horses pulling a brewer’s hearse through Satie’s gym nasal tones hoo ahh Lily Tomlin has no accent no accent nasal tones yes but no accent proto human at the Improv superperbian plebes emboldened proto frightened simians at the Cellar Door where there is no Orgone Box hidden beneath the stage’s trap door nor even a crystal ball nor Weegee at the ICP nor Wild Strawberries at the Met only ‘what ifs’ following Madame Blavatsky through the curtains — rocks flying and brimstone and sheets of lava sweeping into the sea hoo ahh flooded panoramas swept pine cones’ petals sprinkled amongst twigs and needles green sparkling in sunshine clouds swing —oceans of clouds rolling over hills Mount Wachusett —adieu! red flowers cut between sage seeds blown about dandelions’ froth breath of powder pine pollen clouds sprinkling of locust leaves —acorns clinking the car’s roof —lilacs smoldering day lilies firing as flames then out: brown petals droop —fences vary from stone to farm railing to picket to wire hung with bunting background for phlox with UFO bobbing past —declare your cocks and clocks —hands and numbers dormez ‘vous? harems march out |
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