you don't. Now the landscape is a leaden-gray
monochrome, silver and graphite chiaroscuro.
And now the dark wizard elevates his staff, or
axe, and the dragon is split down her longitudinal
axis, peeling backwards with a gentle ripping
sound like cloth being unstitched, or like nylon
parachute fabric being steadily unzipped, and
the piñata bursts forth in a rain of startling
radiance that wells up bubbling, bubbling out of
some unexpected well, expelling its strange
contents across the pinhole vistas familiar since
birth. Now the universe that was previously
shades of gray, shades of gray that you never
even noticed, spills over your shoes in the flow
of resinous blacklight fluorescent colors, jagged
patches cozying up to one another in open
defiance of your ravaged advertising school
sensibilities. Now the aromas of a new Earth
curl up and infiltrate your newly unsealed nostrils,
and you can smell the roots and humus, and
the plants and nematodes and mycelia are
buzzing in the snapping and thrashing network
of neurons that comprise your hastily reknitting
brain. Now you take five to drop some NKM
and dip down into The Book of Life from your
favorite portal (http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov),
and the sound and the fury rise like some
renaissance symphonic crescendo as you take
bits and pieces here and there and resculpt a
new Boschian paradise where you bootstrap
yourself and your loved ones into a new tightly
curled neighborhood brane-in-the-bulk, and
now you see it, now
20090816
Chakraslip
Copyright © 2009 Ernest Bloom.
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You're a sneaky one, you are. The beginning I was like, "I feel like I'm coming into this poem in the middle," but then by the time I got to end . . . Yes, very smart. I love that you snuck a website into the poem. Very modern. And, really, "the sound and the fury." I love this just for that. Really, the whole thing is quite fabulous, though.
ReplyDeleteAh, yes, the circular composition is glorious. It really struck me at the end, caught me off guard as it were. The imagery is superb. The pinata dragon, the explosion of senses, the discovery of a new world.
ReplyDelete"snapping and thrashing network
of neurons that comprise your hastily reknitting
brain" I like the word reknitting here- it emphasizes the elasticity of the neural network.
Again, the ending is sublime. There is a short visionary experience, a true explosion of perception but soon it's over and we see the world in a bleak and lifeless, monochrome palette, simply because our minds have a tendency to limit themselves to the everyday, to the habitual. They often fall to the snares of routine(and prejudice). They are stubborn organs who work hard to establish some order in the splendor and infinity of wonders and this process of categorization often severely maims the actual sensual wealth around, watering it down, as it were.
the minds are not like this at all, louis, in their natural state. they are conditioned into such imprisonment. choices. choices.
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