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Impact
06:23
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Impact means breaking through the surfaces
And resonating in waves, which Jack did
Disintegrating into Tlon, and Fing was
Reconstituted in a spheroid of light
Hovering above the earth freely.
When he felt a flash the size of thunder
Crashing into the structure of his ceiling
Blundering laughter and a voice calling “Dear me!”
The voice said, “Mazel Tov my son, good luck,
You are a lucky person. You haven’t heard.
You have much to learn. If you observe
And forget about reward. Give your work
To the future and let them sort it out.
Oh, how can it be suggested in words?!”
Fing asked, “Kind bringer of warmth and sun,
How are we suspended above the turning globe below?
Can I comprehend you?”
“I am a fellow of infinite jest.
I have not the power to hold us fast.
I’m not the one you should ask.
Lilica will more clearly show us,
For to harken to a jester is to mire in the stew
Of human misunderstanding.”
Fing asked, “Are you a president? But you are not
American.” He sighed, “If only I had been,
Still you haven’t seen half a jot
Unless you spent the 1760’s in London.
But that’s it with Tlon
You never have much time, and always many chains.”
Fing asked, “So, we’re in Tlon now?”
“No,” the jester asserted, “But we are emboldened
To continue to know from perspectives
Disregarded when we adopted single point
As the trustworthy prospect of inductive
Reasoning in the affairs of men. The power
Unleashed by Francis Bacon is here with us
And will take a moment to expound.”
A red ray of light arrived by refraction
And enlightened Fing’s connection
To their mystically heightened existences
The reddish glow gave Fing further peace of mind
The deep calm that one would wish from the grave
A burnishing voice said, “Fing you are welcome
To our court.” The jester said, “Verulam, please,
He must learn about the joy of matriarchy.”
Fing felt as if they were brothers lying in the sand
Talking about the end of summer.
The jester said, “Don’t you feel Lilica already?
Our breath glows! Who else do you suppose?
She generates the gravity manifest
In our suspense. What a delicious and galling treasure
Love.”
Bacon exhaled, “I have known no vexation
Since Lilica revealed where I had been led.
And when I saw, I ceased yearning for more
And knew more would come
In the accumulations that man would store
For the glory of God in story and song.
They are fools who have let it be forgotten
That all science will come before Tlon.
Lilica keeps us relieved for a little while longer.”
Fing replied, “Lilica is our muse and protectress
From our fusion into Tlon, which despite resistance
Will come. And that’s good.”
The jester said, “Until then, we digress.
So Let's digress together. Right now. Come on.”
Fing asked for his name, “I am the jester with no lines
Whose skull gave a prince pause,
A parameter for his doleful woe.”
Bacon answered, “Fing, I trust I will see thee again,
When your tasks have been completed. Farewell.”
And he was off, a blaze of light hovering and then gone.
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The Paradise of Revolution
Fing said, “It’s not difficult to be patient.
I’m on a peak above the peak.”
The paradise of revolution
The jester replied “…All prophets destroy
Their legitimacy by some flaw or tawdry
Defect of character for those to exploit
Who demand that we avoid the idolatry
Of loving our prophets who prophesy
The paradise of revolution
Such a chiasmus
Is the beginning and end of a pattern
Which has repeated itself since chaos
Must have been defeated by Tlon, the lantern
Which reveals the paradise of revolution.”
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3. |
Revere Me
03:14
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Revere Me
At that moment, a light with a pewter stein
Appeared shouting, “The British are coming!”
He cackled and tipped the stein,
Groaning in an ecstasy
As he quaffed deeply, “We’ll no more be shackled,"
He bellowed in a drunken fantasy
Of being locked in a mortal battle,
“Than I’ll cut off my privates before my queen
The Queen of Love, whom Venus envies most.
For I will have need of them when we meet again,
She will come between what has been
And what will be, and when she goes
It will be the end of everything!
Oh, spare me the end of that fleshly lap!
May I never cease to drone my praising,
To press my case upon whom I may hap,
In the name of Lilica of the wet spring.”
Very near tears, he whispered, “The dew on the grass.”
The wordless jester spoke, “Man, you have some business.”
Tippling his stein again, his gullet gulping wide,
The guest said, “Revere me,” and gave no more utterance
Except to go shrieking off, the stein trailing behind.”
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The Serenity Accruing to Men Victimized by Delusions
Fing wondered, “Is this man content?
What kind of heaven is filled with this kind
Of man?” “Have you never heard of the serenity
Accruing to men victimized by delusions?
Visionaries know persecution,
And also the pleasure of their piety,
So they can’t fail to glory in their confusion.”
Fing asked, “Is love for Lilica
Of such a construction?”
“You may substitute
Any ideal, it is always made of simulacra.
And yet, whatever system you may institute
Can serve its purpose. We are sure to luxuriate
Among Lilica’s avant-garde who are destitute
Of nothing. Nothing is our greatest pleasure,
Over which we joy and puzzle and postulate.”
Fing replied, “Please, I beg you to tell me,
Who are you?- by name, so that I can know my brother
And thank him that I understand his words, while we
Are together. For I fear it won’t last forever.”
“Fear is persistent, as the rim on a flywheel.
But the clocks will stop – when the universe
Implodes, it’s over. Thus you must have courage.
It's hard, but it’s humorous.
And you can precede Tlon! You can be a bridge
There is so much to sense and observe.
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5. |
Her Pan-Optical Eye
03:11
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Her Pan-Optical Eye
James Monroe sidled up, saying, “I smell pot.”
And it was true, wafting up the central dome,
A steady flow of smoke, which, in viscous
Velvet lapels, took the form of James Monroe,
“That’s Washington’s hemp, a vicious
Weed. We possess the colonial symmetry
Of unresolved issues.
The support of dissent and the assurance
Of strength and enlightenment – puritan
Strivings to manifest the state of grace –
Free men don’t need kings – let’s declare
Independence
Before the fruit of our loins goes rotten.”
Hamilton agreed, “We don’t need to be free,
We need to be regulated; that’s why
We’ll attain our greatest harmony
By submitting to her pan-optical eye.”
The Conspiracy gathered
Monroe held fast, facing Henry and Jay,
Hamilton and Lafayette, all inhaled deeply.
Henry said, “I know not what paths other may forsake
But as for me, it is with Lilica, I will stay.”
Hamilton agreed, “We don’t need to be free,
We need to be regulated; that’s why
We’ll attain our greatest harmony
By submitting to her pan-optical eye.”
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Fing's Speech
03:16
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Fing's Speech
Fing began to cry with a sob
That propelled itself from his depth unexpectedly.
He had never fathomed the immense throb
Which had always been beneath
The surface of ingratitude, but the knob
Was now in hand, and he was in spasms
Of weeping for the pleasure of keeping
Company with his warm shining ectoplasm.
Fing, in dialogue with history, said,
“I feel a returning again, not quite
Familiar, but not unique, the swooping helix,
The beginning, and the love that allows it to be.
That is how this generation is maintained, in felix.
I don’t know you, but we are united, and we
Are meant to be in the meadows of Lilica’s
Forests. She wants us there, sweeping
Our bony hands over her grassy hillocks."
Hamilton said, “His tears are real! See the prisms
Of salt running down his cheek. He is a king
To have transcended to this divinity!”
Fing said, "I will go with you men to find our love.
She bears us all and our scrotal bollocks,
The chthonic structure seen below and above;
Condensations of matter, and who come in flocks
In space and time, and float into what they are made of,
When they are done with their inspirations.”
Hamilton said, “His tears are real! See the prisms
Of salt running down his cheek. He is a king
To have transcended to this divinity!”
Monroe’s energy surged, “And the fulcrum
Which it gyrates upon
Is the glory of her helpless gestations,
Is the morphing tendency of her mutations
To claim for herself and all – Revolution!”
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Sally and Tom
03:25
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Sally and Tom
The Conspiracy shone upon and within
Each other with the assurance of necessity,
Magnetizing their connection with the smoke
That wafted up, and they agreed
When Hamilton said, “We must form a union
To give birth to the infinity of our ideals,
So that Lilica’s will can be done rationally.”
“Hastily!” “Gratefully!” “Passionately!”
The jester giggled, “I like this conspiracy!
Who shall we come upon next, to bring us
To her? For I don’t know the territory.”
As one mind, the gathering conjured – Jefferson –
And the mist of the mind of the man appeared
In the haze, to which all felt devotion,
But Fing wondered in fullest amazement yet,
Of all the unsparing sights of this walk-about,
To have Jefferson with him, to sense that present
Being, it caused the ice of his eyes to melt.
Next to and within him, Sally Hemings.
They had a force in their light
It brought the Conspirators higher and Fing
Found his tongue too dry to speak
Sally and Tom spoke in harmony, bearing
Themselves in operatic poses, to remind
Them all of their separate identities
They said: “Life and liberty are the sine qua non,
With which we pursue our happinesses.
But no one can say how achievement is done,
Nor that it exceeds the harassings
Which accumulate with the sincere one
Who is in pursuit of what’s happening.”
The jester spoke, with bending light,
“I am the sentimental
Sojourner from Calais to Paris, a questor
Of the ephemeral, elemental
Stuff of humanity, the winding of a clock
The incidental which amplifies
And decimate our ideals.”
Light wound about them, emanating from Tlon,
And Fing knew nothing but the totality of the everlasting instant
Which brooked no reflection as a form of diminishment
And he let it be.
They replied, Good friend, you and your nag
Are welcome to this real Elysium for as long as it lasts
And as proof, we offer the heart of our ... to seal
The deal.” They held aloft the pulsing center
Of their being to the entire Conspiracy.
And they said, “Where shall we go when the time of Tlon grows
Implosive? There is no pity for that,” they ended
By dissipating in the light, wavering gold,
Shimmering and then not being present.
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The Empire Never Ended
01:54
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The Empire Never Ended
The jester said, “You see the pattern,
Twisting around, never in the same place twice,
Spiraling motion.”
Fing had a thought upon the ocean
Of his consciousness, the image of a dream
The Empire Never Ended
Philadelphia Nineteen Seventy Six
Philadelphia Seventeen Seventy Six
Rome AD Seventy Six
Were all conjoined in the skies above Tlon
At the behest of Lilica of love
Its transparent tendrils of power unknown,
Both tht weight and the joy of consciousness.
The Clarity held a pink light and drove
Through Fing’s eyes and spinal column –
Mind has been consistent; belief has changed.
Fing pleaded for the jester to share his name.
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This Sturdily-Framed Palimpsest
The Jester replied, “You are a child, and I a clown.
Our visions are true, and yet we make no sense.
We are laughable, and you wish to hear the sound
Of my name, when that is a matter of circumstance.
If all is united in one, then I am you, and I have found
That I like the way you think.
Let the meager discern; I shall search to find
Connections and sing them like ironic psalms
Even if the hearer’s ears are blind.”
Fing responded, “Like a child who has spun about, I am dizzy
And pleased at my sensations, and it will come
Into focus again, when I hear the mystery
Of your name. The word will be like a bell rung
At dawn, and I will awake.” “Then you don’t want,”
Glowed the jester’s light, “To know just yet.”
“I can’t believe this sturdily-framed palimpsest
Is merely a dream. To be gathered with the avant-
Garde at the beginning of the yearning quest
That became the home of my fathers is no
Apparition. I always knew I was there.
But you, sir, have no reason for being so…”
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Washington's Soliloquy
03:47
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Washington's Soliloquy
George Washington appeared, looking regal
And like an unfinished painting, like a blue sky,
With Fing and the Conspiracy looking for a cause
To revolt against before him.
He waited Breathing deeply the moist mist that pervaded
With the profundity of sensual intensification,
Nodding in his dignity, letting the pause
Linger, before taking the mask of rhetorician:
“We need not revolt against Lilica,
But for her, toward her enlightened energy,
Greater than all of us individually
She is the ideal to which we strive presently;
Ever after, in the ridiculousness of our folly.
We may never achieve her grippingly,
But we will be transparent prisms of conduct,
Turned at such an angle, measured, disciplined,
Examined and passed upon, to merit the product,
Which is the character and composition
Of the structure of understanding, the project
Of the enlightened one is to become decision
And slowly, and steadily enact that narrowing
Focus, in every aspect of existence.”
“Ha!” roared the Jester, “Get that man a jingly hat!
He had evidenced his ability to accompany us,
Although I would have expected that language of Jefferson.”
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What About the Lies?
02:41
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What About the Lies?
“HA! HA!” Washington replied, “I am vanquished!”
He ripped the skin off his masked face,
“I am indeed Thomas Jefferson! Lilica sent
Me to test you. You are a good man, a prophet.”
The Jester raised his hand calmly,
“The young man has something to say.” Fing was surprised
When Jefferson turned his attention warmly,
And the words leapt from his mouth, “What about the lies?!
What about slavery?!” Jefferson smiled charmly,
“Lilica is aware of the discrepancies,
I cannot lie. Yet my conduct shames her little
She enjoys love and the touch of muscle to flesh.
She knows about day and she knows about night.
The only obstacle love cannot surmount is ignorance,
Which institutionalizes hatred from naught
To one, and it is this imbalance
Which works itself out in the progress of time.”
Fing seethed, “It condemns Lincoln
To an eternity of Limbo.” “And it recurs, if I’m
Not mistaken,” added the Jester,
“The only thing in control of time is Tlon.”
Fing was furious, “My country can’t live up
To its ideals!” Jefferson, “No one can.
You can only try. And perhaps you can create
A more perfect ideal for the average citizen.
Don’t you think preacher?”
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12. |
W.E.B. X
02:06
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W.E.B. X
A younger fire brought Malcolm and W.E.B. DuBois
Proud and magnetically fused into the growing spheroid
Of light, like a cloud, accumulated
In its vaporous tracing poise
Before Tlon. W.E.B. spoke first,
“Pay heed to the construction of the souls
Of Black folk, a creation of the reflection
Of the worst in the ideal soul of those
Who gain the most by believing deception.
A whole nation encoded with the same notion
Of inferiority in others is a manifestation
Of the fear of inferiority of the self
To the majority, which rightly frightens them,
And everyone, equally.”
Then Malcolm, “Reason is the fusion of wit and judgment.
Technology cannot attain true reason.
Tlon destroys everything else,
So we must celebrate the delusion of reason
While we have the perception to recognize it.
This is our only hope.”
Jefferson continued, “And Lilica, the darkness
Within the light, awaits our arrival.
A way out in ending and beginning again.”
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Desire Goes On Infinitely
Monroe stepped up, “Let us be resolved to revolve
Around Lilica together in an instituted
State, preceding Tlon, with all the grace
And dignity of everyone for himself.”
“Here, here!” “Hooray!” “If all else fails,
We can just try again!” Great laughter and
Merriment ensued, and Fing said,
“Lilica in her form is gorgeous
And desirable. I know that blood lust
For conquested possession
To pass on as evidence of grace
In the graceless world, my having
Influence over the events of my fate,
At least once, to start again with the connection
To Lilica’s child, the innocent face
Of the future.” Jefferson said, “Our sustenance
Is taken care of by Lilica. We are freed from
Want and need by our love of faith and chance.”
The Jester replied, “Having sustenances met is not equivalent
To being without desire. It makes desire greater,
And that is the Chinese Box of existence.
Desire goes on infinitely. Let us find Lilica
And ask for some tolerable explanation
Of how all this came to be…and of what is to come.”
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