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Epilogue
By Robert LowellThose blessèd structures, plot and rhyme—
why are they no help to me now
I want to make
something imagined, not recalled?
I hear the noise of my own voice:
The painter’s vision is not a lens,
it trembles to caress the light.
But sometimes everything I write
with the threadbare art of my eye
seems a snapshot,
lurid, rapid, garish, grouped,
heightened from life,
yet paralyzed by fact.
All’s misalliance.
Yet why not say what happened?
Pray for the grace of accuracy
Vermeer gave to the sun’s illumination
stealing like the tide across a map
to his girl solid with yearning.
We are poor passing facts,
warned by that to give
each figure in the photograph
his living name.
Benny Bunter
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Benny Bunter
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No one here likes that? Fucking Philistines
Murphy
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Benny Bunter
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I'm five books in to Golding's translation of Metamorphoses, absolutely brilliant, so entertaining. The ultraviolence in the section about Perseus surpasses Chapman's Iliad, which is saying something. No one did gory detail like the Elizabethans.
Benny Bunter
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Ovid/Golding = the Tarantino of Greek mythology
Corpsey
bandz ahoy
Were my hart as some mens are, thy errours would not move me:
But thy faults I curious finde, and speake because I love thee;
Patience is a thing divine and farre, I grant, above mee.
Foes sometimes befriend us more, our blacker deedes objecting,
Then th' obsequious bosome guest, with false respect affecting:
Friendship is the glasse of Truth, our hidden staines detecting.
While I use of eyes enjoy, and inward light of reason,
Thy observer will I be, and censor, but in season:
Hidden mischiefe to conceale in State and Love is treason.
But thy faults I curious finde, and speake because I love thee;
Patience is a thing divine and farre, I grant, above mee.
Foes sometimes befriend us more, our blacker deedes objecting,
Then th' obsequious bosome guest, with false respect affecting:
Friendship is the glasse of Truth, our hidden staines detecting.
While I use of eyes enjoy, and inward light of reason,
Thy observer will I be, and censor, but in season:
Hidden mischiefe to conceale in State and Love is treason.
other_life
bioconfused
We will not step down. Looking out,
up and around from precisely
where we are, we (from time to time)
ascend higher one rung. Assent:
relations, forms are ungrasped still -
sterile themselves until derived,
conditioned as they are in life.
Not plucked at once from mind -
glossed altogether in 'society',
their spines track for economy:
definitions on their notches.
Thinking thread determined guided,
life 'produced', 'social' are givens
(also engages persons; definite
relations.) 'Independent', also, is
a given: how to dispense with?...
Self-making embeds social-life relation:
relations making all life social;
self-embedded - not a question
to dispense with: follow reader on.
Leaving off the sandchest particulars -
grained relation by relation - gaining
on the levels we ascend to
generalised forces. Which is
to say: relations make for forces.
Also, hold in mind that each notch
in its spine is trackable for stages
(think again the gaining, growth,
and aging). Totaled agents, summed
in forces, altogether constitute
the basis; scaffolds higher still.
Hold your peace. Is 'correspond'
a splinter word? Vulgar locus
on cutout, papered consciousness?
To 'conditioned' no objection raises:
social forms somehow ineluctable,
precisely not dispensable - grounding
firmer on material is called aloud for.
Grant only this - talking 'being' contra
'consciousness' ('socially' aside)
looks like rooks and bishops playing
marbles; checkers (hooks in words.)
Hooks in me - overdeveloped,
gain-staged forces counterpose
and clip relations (in which they
embed, and from which they emerge.)
Begin. Forced, transformed relation
crowns its head in crooking rapids.
Affords a birth-distinction: breach
is adjudged by feet. Fleet, what stands
to be explained is fickle brains - corner
to corner duking out between the folds,
at rest only then: in its full development.
Reading, you'd think the fight was called:
vouchsafed for task in task would seem
the knockout - 'ineluctable', again,
the word we'd reach for. We reach for
the world, its task, its envelopes;
the caveat against a guarantee
is information: those two words
'at least'. (The bone won't set itself.)
Epochs must need be in larger
measure than the notch: another
charnel ground, phrasemonger's
haunt. The tract developments are
left here unaccounted - leaving only
watchwords, mounting frustration.
Its matrix apprehends a final form.
All things are to hand in us, but
left untouched. Working at what?
Suspensions to the bridge; screen
dissolves at bottom unsettle the dregs;
a savaging by pestilence, plus irritants;
the lamps derive together filaments;
their waists shielding at dance, intimates
shifting bordered quilts at circumstance;
passports; manifests; polemic mentions;
ruptive dissertations; furtive resolutions.
Locus classicus: the library,
the capital, the continent,
the penal colony, the mine.
Affordance, the view, the dwellings
contract-expand-contract in time
(a kingdom curtailed in imperative:
precisely unfree is necessity in living.)
Thrown back onto detail* where
we are: looking in, exactly through
and casting down, feet-first
("INTO ALL THE WORLD").
Thus: the jacks; old mole.
(* - Here thought - all craven, every
mistrust - must perish. Must be -
but must be abandoned, and here.)
up and around from precisely
where we are, we (from time to time)
ascend higher one rung. Assent:
relations, forms are ungrasped still -
sterile themselves until derived,
conditioned as they are in life.
Not plucked at once from mind -
glossed altogether in 'society',
their spines track for economy:
definitions on their notches.
Thinking thread determined guided,
life 'produced', 'social' are givens
(also engages persons; definite
relations.) 'Independent', also, is
a given: how to dispense with?...
Self-making embeds social-life relation:
relations making all life social;
self-embedded - not a question
to dispense with: follow reader on.
Leaving off the sandchest particulars -
grained relation by relation - gaining
on the levels we ascend to
generalised forces. Which is
to say: relations make for forces.
Also, hold in mind that each notch
in its spine is trackable for stages
(think again the gaining, growth,
and aging). Totaled agents, summed
in forces, altogether constitute
the basis; scaffolds higher still.
Hold your peace. Is 'correspond'
a splinter word? Vulgar locus
on cutout, papered consciousness?
To 'conditioned' no objection raises:
social forms somehow ineluctable,
precisely not dispensable - grounding
firmer on material is called aloud for.
Grant only this - talking 'being' contra
'consciousness' ('socially' aside)
looks like rooks and bishops playing
marbles; checkers (hooks in words.)
Hooks in me - overdeveloped,
gain-staged forces counterpose
and clip relations (in which they
embed, and from which they emerge.)
Begin. Forced, transformed relation
crowns its head in crooking rapids.
Affords a birth-distinction: breach
is adjudged by feet. Fleet, what stands
to be explained is fickle brains - corner
to corner duking out between the folds,
at rest only then: in its full development.
Reading, you'd think the fight was called:
vouchsafed for task in task would seem
the knockout - 'ineluctable', again,
the word we'd reach for. We reach for
the world, its task, its envelopes;
the caveat against a guarantee
is information: those two words
'at least'. (The bone won't set itself.)
Epochs must need be in larger
measure than the notch: another
charnel ground, phrasemonger's
haunt. The tract developments are
left here unaccounted - leaving only
watchwords, mounting frustration.
Its matrix apprehends a final form.
All things are to hand in us, but
left untouched. Working at what?
Suspensions to the bridge; screen
dissolves at bottom unsettle the dregs;
a savaging by pestilence, plus irritants;
the lamps derive together filaments;
their waists shielding at dance, intimates
shifting bordered quilts at circumstance;
passports; manifests; polemic mentions;
ruptive dissertations; furtive resolutions.
Locus classicus: the library,
the capital, the continent,
the penal colony, the mine.
Affordance, the view, the dwellings
contract-expand-contract in time
(a kingdom curtailed in imperative:
precisely unfree is necessity in living.)
Thrown back onto detail* where
we are: looking in, exactly through
and casting down, feet-first
("INTO ALL THE WORLD").
Thus: the jacks; old mole.
(* - Here thought - all craven, every
mistrust - must perish. Must be -
but must be abandoned, and here.)
other_life
bioconfused
The violent sparks that flashed between
the reophore of our dialectic
instructed us that a comrade,
communist and revolutionary
militant is one who has been able
to forget, to renege on, to tear
away from his mind and his heart
his registration in this putrescent
society; one who sees and mingles
himself in the whole millenary space
that binds ancestral tribal man,
fighter against wild beasts, with
members of the future community,
fraternal in the joyous harmony
of social man (evolution's exponent).
The exponent: violent evolution's
sparks, that flashed of harmony
between social man - the joyous
reophore. Instructed in our dialectic,
we the fraternal community (that
of the future), with a comrade, are
revolutionary beasts; communist
members; wild, militant - one against
whose fighter has been "man". Able,
tribal-to-ancestral binds, forgets that
to renege on space - to tear away whole,
millenary, from his mind; and in his
heart, his registration in himself.
(This mingles the putrescent
society, and one who sees.)
the reophore of our dialectic
instructed us that a comrade,
communist and revolutionary
militant is one who has been able
to forget, to renege on, to tear
away from his mind and his heart
his registration in this putrescent
society; one who sees and mingles
himself in the whole millenary space
that binds ancestral tribal man,
fighter against wild beasts, with
members of the future community,
fraternal in the joyous harmony
of social man (evolution's exponent).
The exponent: violent evolution's
sparks, that flashed of harmony
between social man - the joyous
reophore. Instructed in our dialectic,
we the fraternal community (that
of the future), with a comrade, are
revolutionary beasts; communist
members; wild, militant - one against
whose fighter has been "man". Able,
tribal-to-ancestral binds, forgets that
to renege on space - to tear away whole,
millenary, from his mind; and in his
heart, his registration in himself.
(This mingles the putrescent
society, and one who sees.)
other_life
bioconfused
Bursting like a flower after rain;
after rain, a longing unenclosed.
The undisclosed preserve: our deeds
as brigands, polymaths - heroic age
to which we orient. Forcing the lines,
our manufactures are in play. Ships,
shipmen, and shipments comprehend
a splinter in their picture of the world -
Phrygians to break their haughty power
(punctured all the pretense of the lords.)
Once, then, bitter fist to menace heaven -
flexing open palm, inscribe good fortune.
Broken like the knout after the reign,
the tear stained pores - red wars,
a border opens. Forcing to the mountain,
indecent, disclosed as islands flooded -
young the Yarden Euskadi embraces.
Boots and sordid mud color our banner:
daring kiss for all the world raised high -
apprehended, positing good fortune.
after rain, a longing unenclosed.
The undisclosed preserve: our deeds
as brigands, polymaths - heroic age
to which we orient. Forcing the lines,
our manufactures are in play. Ships,
shipmen, and shipments comprehend
a splinter in their picture of the world -
Phrygians to break their haughty power
(punctured all the pretense of the lords.)
Once, then, bitter fist to menace heaven -
flexing open palm, inscribe good fortune.
Broken like the knout after the reign,
the tear stained pores - red wars,
a border opens. Forcing to the mountain,
indecent, disclosed as islands flooded -
young the Yarden Euskadi embraces.
Boots and sordid mud color our banner:
daring kiss for all the world raised high -
apprehended, positing good fortune.