iterations an associative fractal
Heinz Insu Fenkl
1.
A thin purple gray verticle line against a rectangular backdrop of white, glowing like the light through a doorway. Fluorescent tubes, the gateway to an NDE, purple cranes hanging like representations of the origami universe. Time is any time. Time is no time. Mu. Estalinos.
2.
A thin man, purple sage, haze, gray flannel, the in-between, verticle mass, making the sign of the cross. Cardinal points of the body correspond to those of the world. Line against a rectangular backdrop of white. A flag of truce or surrender glowing like the light through a doorway. Fluorescent tubes, UV, along the top and bottom of a tanning coffin, the gateway to an NDE. Purple afterimages, cranes, cairns, carnage hanging like sides of beef. Representations of the oragami universe -- the folded thing and the flat plane scored with representations of mountain and valley folds. Time is any time. Time is no time. Mu. Estalinos.
3.
a thin man smoking a pipe he looks like oppenheimer dapper educated knowledgeable the rig veda i am shiva destroyer of worlds trinity purple sage haze the blue bus gray flannel the inbetween state verticle chevrons pointing upward and sweeping at the bottom like the lines of temple roof insignia of rank mass making the sign of the cross, rosary cardinal points of the body accupuncture points, the meridians travel up and down the body like ley lines upon the earth, they can be joined into random constellations correspond to those of the world line against a rectangular backdrop a playing field on which the interactions of the cosmos take place of white a flag of truce or surrender a green army jeep with round headlights protected by painted stripes of metal bisecting them horizontally glowing like the light through a doorway and if you look backward, a pillar of salt you would swear was the shape of Lot's wife, but no, it is merely a tufa formation on a drying lake. fluorescent tubes UV along the top and bottom of a tanning coffin lowered into the ground into the four-cornered shade of eternal darkness the black hole beyond the event horizon nothing emerges here, but somewhere there is an inexplicable blast of intense energy, more than that of a million galaxies exploding simultaneously the gateway to an NDE purple afterimages blink blink in confusion they seem to jitter and one moves the eyeballs back and forth, scanning them cranes two of them, white, tied together so they cannot fly away, both are bending down to feed from between the stalks of rice in the wet paddy field. cairns carnage hanging like sides of beef in the slaughterhouse district men in white like doctors or scientists, but with hardhats and earmuffs some are wearing headphones and lisening to classical music it is cold there, and wet, with bloodlaced water running under the soles of our shoes slippery. representations of the oragami universe. indira's net. the folded thing and the flat plane scored with representations of mountain and valley folds. mt fuji. mt paekdu. mt ranier. mt shasta. mt diablo. time is any time. time is no time. mu. estalinos. tormelinos. a line. alone.
4.
The shadow of a thin man smoking a pipe. It looks like Oppenheimer -- dapper, educated, knowledgeable. Physics and cosmology, antiquity, the Rig Veda, from which he recalled, "I am Shiva destroyer of worlds." At Trinity, the purple glow at the fringes of the fireball, the scent of sage. The haze of blue. Busloads of men in green uniform to witness the blast; they are in trenches, holding their arms in front of their spectacled faces, seeing the blinding flash, the bones beneath their skin. In the distance, over the hill in Utah, a family saw that same flash and the grandfather, a blind man, exclaimed at the light. Soft gray flannel, as comforting as the in-between, between life and death. Ventricle, auricle, oracle, verticle. Chevrons pointing upward and sweeping at the bottom like the lines of temple roofs, insignia of rank. Mass. The speed of light, Celeritas. The sign of the cross, the Rosary, the Novena, cardinal points -- of the body -- accupuncture points, the meridians up and down the corpus like ley lines upon the earth, joined into random constellations corresponding to those of the world. Line against rectangular backdrop, a playing field on which the interactions of the cosmos take the place of a white flag -- of truce or surrender. A green army jeep with round headlights protected by painted strips of metal bisecting them horizontally, glowing like the light through a doorway, and if you look backward, a pillar of salt you would swear was the shape of Lot's wife, but no, it is merely a tufa formation on a drying lake. Fluorescent tubes, UV along the top and bottom of a tanning coffin lowered into the ground, into the four-cornered shade of eternal darkness, the black hole beyond the event horizon. Nothing emerges here, but somewhere there is an inexplicable blast of intense energy, more than that of a million galaxies exploding simultaneously. The gateway to an NDE, purple afterimages blink blink in confusion; they seem to jitter and one moves the eyeballs back and forth, scanning them -- cranes -- two of them, white, tied together so they cannot fly away, both are bending down to feed from between the stalks of rice in the wet paddy field. Cairns, carnage hanging like sides of beef in the slaughterhouse district; men in white like doctors, scientists, with hardhats and earmuffs; some are wearing headphones and listening to classical music. It is cold there, and wet, with blood-laced water running under the soles of our shoes. Slippery. Representations of the oragami universe, Indira's net, the enfolded thing, the flat plane scored with representations of valley folds, mountain folds, mountains: Fujiyama, Paekdusan, Rainier, Shasta, Diablo, Abora. Time is any time. Time is no time. Mu. Estalinos. Tormelinos. A line. Allein. Alien. Nothing, all alone in the sun.
2.1 (this one is going back to #1 at a later time)
A thin red line trickle of blood mucus druva the cow axpole weeping hammer of the universe deep purple smoke on the water and fire in the sky blue heavens schumann resonance the radio dial serrated circle gradiated into miniscule cogwheels etched like brass screw longitude chronogram base twelve leo 9 gray mauser motor pistol the hatched wooden handgrip of a machine pistel epistle tabula risa risen again the round stone rolled back from the mouth of the tomb golgotha the holy rood pineal treasure sweetness beyond honey beating of the bees' wings background radiation cosmic choir organ tubes and the angelic hosts of pure consciousness verticle two palms in an attitude of prayer bound together the ridges of skin the lines of the palms intermeshed terrestrial colagen nasca plateau the trident pointing in the direction of the gods line parallel furrows depressions like millions of cylindrical footprints in contrating colors against the fall of night in the desert the crisp and cold radiance of a constellation the mystery of the eclipsed full moon the shadow penumbra a rectangular box oblong and black burial pandora promising treasure delivering the foil stamp key the hollow tube the point of departure and no return the winds blow in ovoid loops oh how I wish for the taste of salt water the feel of the cool sea wind upon my cheeks in the height of summer the shocking array of floating jellfish as far as the eye can see on the becalmed face of the ocean backdrop sine wave bounce of the counting ball the measure of interval confusion of volume and tone pitchpipe in the grove of pan the cloven hoof the swatch of coarse animal hair the nether part of the soul dividing line made of hemp or a coil of utility cord tied in a haphazard knot the clutch of a desperate hand the divining power of knuckle bones under the flesh of white, gypsum dunes footprints in the powder snow the many words for it fewer than we assume and yet the tip of the cognitive deck jet aircraft the blast of compressed steam the twang of sinew rope sagacious glowing swamp water roots coiled down ivy and incursions of deadman's moss the quiet hiss of a carbide lamp the wet slime on the pushing pole an odor of amphibian skin like the light through a doorway. sand at the bottom of a crucible hemispherical not the triangular infrastructure a pure half dome radiant transparent not even there patches of rainbow hues where the light reflects unexpectedly the frequency of the sky Fluorescent periods cartography of the earth etched the fractured history parched recorded in divinatory patterns on the shells of dead turtles tubes, a circle stretched conceptually an avenue on which to bounce, forever, that last emission of light the last expiration of breath burst the gateway is a Maltese cross, the double labrys not sharpened blades for battle but an hourglass upon an hourglass with the point of intersection at infinity or Nirvana. the Negrido. absolute zero, total blackness to an NDE, the journey through the stridated tunnel the innards the convolutions in the brain the neural net the biological cosmological the empirical epiphanic wonder purple cranes duality male and female returning again and again to the same locus the portal in the torus where the universe hangs ever in balance on the brink hanging garden of Babylon from where you can look out at the great Tower, the Ziggurat that reaches from this world to the next like the axis mundi but they forgot the forgotten the foundation, the symmetry that must take its roots to the world beneath and it came crashing down in a confusion of tongues the shem lost like the missing name like representations of the origami universe folding, folding, a thousandfold ten and one hundred ten and ten and ten a trinity delta triangle the vector of change the dialectic in the duality. Time is any time. Time is no time. Mu. Mem. Memory. Eidetic. Estalinos.