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05-21-2007, 05:42 PM
Beginning our research on the sustainability positioning paper, F and I
We drove east on a European highway
of light grey concrete
edged with neat strips
of coloured plastic
so clean
it might have been built that day
might have been built
been being built
ahead of us as we drove
towards a vision of Umweltschutz
Later we ate good sausages and beans
at an equally clean roadside canteen
wondering
How does
Social Entrepreneurship
marry up to the European
Social Democratic Model
Or what?
the toxic emissions of tombs
the traumae of history
the shocks of battle imprinted
in a Lamarckian generational degeneration
expressed in the angst and dread
of a silver SUV
patrolling peaceful suburbs
as if they were at war.
humanity is sick
and will not take a cure
some violence, but not gratuitous
the violence helps move the story forward
2
curlicue
cuticle
cute girl
curtsy
beautiful, brainy
delicate, fair
unfair
for now
for ever
the wide world o’er
strands
defenses
death
oh lips
oh head
oh hands
kisses
tresses
deathless
frail
and money
bloodlines
clouds
and
sand
bugs
legs
heads
rhythm of bed
religion of lust
3
Nay, Flora,
he declares
I cannot love thee
for my heart is with the workers
(not that she asked)
beauty is a crushing fist
that kills
he sucks his pen
a thought takes him
and he writes a note
in which she emerges garlanded from the underworld
then reddening
But I cannot seem to stop having these erections
and the pain is…
Tapestries fall in clouds of dust
Jesus and his followers
the passion, the cross
crumple comically in heaps
and leave the cavernous black room empty
She is an aristocrat
descendent of the first spring
myths are true for her
she emerges from the underworld
and populates the world with cartoon flowers
from her MP3 player
a clawing
raging spume
a foam of blood
the grass
In the circle
in a play of knives
last agonies of the spring sacrifice
on the green field dewy wet
release, merciful
from beauty’s crushing hand
But she suffers as you do
a little from lack of understanding
mostly from a yeast infection
because suffering is information
or inflammation
maybe the other way around
inflammation of the prepuce
reddening
grit
girt loins
this flinging yourself at someone else
is life
and you feel you are denied it
ah, yers, she was the one whose
raddled lips
but in a few years her sweet features, ravaged by drink etc.
then what rubbing of palms?
None of this is true. Local suffering
taken as a synechdoche
an excuse for war
robbing peter to pay paul
killing Iphigenia to save Helen
or just prevent her coupling
we have problems now
as always
that will not be solved by
disapproval
but will not stop it either
Just
Just think
an old woman reflects
Darwinningly
Just think if they hadn’t sacrificed all those beautiful virgins
how gorgeous people might be now!
and beyond the meridian
where recycling began
new models
of spite and bitterness
shake hands
We drove east on a European highway
of light grey concrete
edged with neat strips
of coloured plastic
so clean
it might have been built that day
might have been built
been being built
ahead of us as we drove
towards a vision of Umweltschutz
Later we ate good sausages and beans
at an equally clean roadside canteen
wondering
How does
Social Entrepreneurship
marry up to the European
Social Democratic Model
Or what?
the toxic emissions of tombs
the traumae of history
the shocks of battle imprinted
in a Lamarckian generational degeneration
expressed in the angst and dread
of a silver SUV
patrolling peaceful suburbs
as if they were at war.
humanity is sick
and will not take a cure
some violence, but not gratuitous
the violence helps move the story forward
2
curlicue
cuticle
cute girl
curtsy
beautiful, brainy
delicate, fair
unfair
for now
for ever
the wide world o’er
strands
defenses
death
oh lips
oh head
oh hands
kisses
tresses
deathless
frail
and money
bloodlines
clouds
and
sand
bugs
legs
heads
rhythm of bed
religion of lust
3
Nay, Flora,
he declares
I cannot love thee
for my heart is with the workers
(not that she asked)
beauty is a crushing fist
that kills
he sucks his pen
a thought takes him
and he writes a note
in which she emerges garlanded from the underworld
then reddening
But I cannot seem to stop having these erections
and the pain is…
Tapestries fall in clouds of dust
Jesus and his followers
the passion, the cross
crumple comically in heaps
and leave the cavernous black room empty
She is an aristocrat
descendent of the first spring
myths are true for her
she emerges from the underworld
and populates the world with cartoon flowers
from her MP3 player
a clawing
raging spume
a foam of blood
the grass
In the circle
in a play of knives
last agonies of the spring sacrifice
on the green field dewy wet
release, merciful
from beauty’s crushing hand
But she suffers as you do
a little from lack of understanding
mostly from a yeast infection
because suffering is information
or inflammation
maybe the other way around
inflammation of the prepuce
reddening
grit
girt loins
this flinging yourself at someone else
is life
and you feel you are denied it
ah, yers, she was the one whose
raddled lips
but in a few years her sweet features, ravaged by drink etc.
then what rubbing of palms?
None of this is true. Local suffering
taken as a synechdoche
an excuse for war
robbing peter to pay paul
killing Iphigenia to save Helen
or just prevent her coupling
we have problems now
as always
that will not be solved by
disapproval
but will not stop it either
Just
Just think
an old woman reflects
Darwinningly
Just think if they hadn’t sacrificed all those beautiful virgins
how gorgeous people might be now!
and beyond the meridian
where recycling began
new models
of spite and bitterness
shake hands