Боги и Новые создания - страница 13

The Lords appease us with images. They give us books, concerts, galleries,

shows, cinemas. Especially the cinemas. Through art they confuse us and

blind us to our enslavement. Art adorns our prison walls, keeps us silent and

diverted and indifferent.

Dull lions prone on a watery beach.

The universe kneels at the swamp

to curiously eye its own raw

postures of decay

in the mirror or human consciousness.

Absent and peopled mirror, absorbent

passive to whatever visits

and retains its interest.

Door of passage to the other side,

the soul frees itself in stride.

Turn mirrors to the wall

in the house of the new dead.

Snakeskin jacket

Indian eyes

Brilliant hair

He moves in disturbed

Nile insect

Air

You parade thru the soft summer

We watch your eager rifle decay

Your wilderness

Your teeming emptiness

Pale forest on verge of light

decline.

More of your miracles

More of your magic arms

Bitter grazing in sick pastures

Animal sadness the daybed

Whipping.

Iron curtains pried open.

The elaborate sun implies

dust, knives, voices.

Call out of the Wilderness

Call out of fever, receiving

the wet dreams of an Aztec King.

The banks are high and overgrown

rich w/warm green danger.

Unlock the canals.

Punish our sister's sweet playmate distress.

Do you want us that way w/the rest?

Do you adore us?

When you return will you

still want to play w/us?

Fall down.

Strange gods arrive in fast enemy poses.

Their shirts are soft marrying

cloth and hair together.

All along their arms ornaments

conceal veins bluer than blood

pretending welcome.

Soft lizard eyes connect.

Their soft drained insect cries erect

new fear, where fears reign.

The rustling of sex against their skin.

The wind withdraws all sound.

Stamp your witness on the punished ground.

Wounds, stags, arrows

Hooded flashing legs plunge

near the tranquil women.

Startling obedience fom the pool people.

Astonishing caves to plunder.

Loose, nerveless ballets of looting.

Boys are running.

Girls are screaming, falling.

The air is thick w/smoke.

Dead crackling wires dance pools

of sea blood.

Lizard woman

w/your insect eyes

w/your wild surprise.

Warm daughter of silence.

Venom.

Turn your back w/a slither of moaning wisdom.

The unblinking blind eyes

behind walls new histories rise

and wake growling whining

the weird dawn of dreams.

Dogs lie sleeping.

The wolf howls.

A creature lives out the war.

A forest.

A rustle of cut words, choking

river.

The snake, the lizard, the insect eye

the huntsman's green obedience.

Quick, in raw time, serving

stealth slumber,

grinding warm forests into restless lumber.

Now for the valley.

Now for the syrup hair.

Stabbing the eyes, widening skies

behind the skull bone.

Swift end of hunting.

Hug round the swollen torn breast

red-stained throat.

The hounds gloat.

Take her home.

Carry our sister's body, back

to the boat.

A pair of Wings

Crash

High winds of Karma

Sirens

Laughter young voices

in the mts.

Saints

the Negro, Africa

Tattoo

eyes like time

Build temporary habitations, games

chambers, play there, hide.

First man stood, shifting stance

while germs of sight

unfurl'd Flags in his skull

and quickening, hair, nails, skin

turned slowly, whirl'd, in

the warm aquarium, warm

wheel turning.

Cave fish, eels, gray salamanders

turn in their night career of sleep.

The idea of vision escapes

the animal worm whose earth

is an ocean, whose eye is its body.

The theory is that birth is prompted

by the child's desire to leave the womb.

But in the photograph an unborn horse's

neck strains inward w/legs scooped out.

From this everything follows:

Swallow milk at the breast

until there's no milk.

Squeeze wealth at the rim

until tile pools claim it.

He swallows seed, his pride

until w/pale mouth legs

she sucks the root, dreading

world to devour child.

Doesn't the ground swallow me

when I die, or the sea

if I die at sea?

The City: Hive, Web, or severed

insect mound. All citizens heirs

of the same royal parent.

The caged beast, the holy center,

a garden in the midst of the city.

"See Naples die".

Jump ship. Rats, sailors

death.

So many wild pigeons.

Animals ripe w/new diseases.