Saturday, December 28, 2013

VIII. L’Ombrelle


VIII. L’Ombrelle

Underlined thrice in purple ink, and now plunging before a stripe
Of black linoleum—The mind’s velvet jet turned on a turret lathe
The impressing need to forget—Sea quills and sea pens, octocorals, of coal
Beds
, where overhead mussels raked off a hull precipitate L-DOPA
In anchor threads past blood barriers, oxidizing enzymes to striated terminals
Laved in the liquor of coke, the umbrella’s waterproofing, mauve

Gloves that were molded to his handsWith the ordered glucose, mauve’s
Blue shifted absorption opposing a locked 8-member photopigment, rods’ raised stripes
Of darkness, a protonated Schiff base linkage to a Lysine-296 focus of terminal
Helix 7—Prosthetic 11-cis-retinal pitching its unsaturated chain to the prickly lathe
Of sunlight—Siemen’s blue-water gas putting more of the 8 percent tar distillate of coal
To fractionation as corralled reassortant viruses, their nerve endings’ halation of L-DOPA—

Under the large gas fire’s white-hot coralline elements, a bowl’s metabolites of L-DOPA
Imitate the black of melanoma’s disclosed coloring—Perkin’s failed fever bark is the mauve 
Decade of Les fleurs du mal (1857); damned hothouse flowers, filed alongside IG Farben’s stripe
A scribe, Enoch, on trolled ship captains, Hugo Schiff’s synthetic hemlock, coniine (1871)—Anthracite coal’s
Alizarin (1868)—Verneuil’s flame fusion of rubies (1893) achieved their terminal
Appellation as abrasives of Springfield periscopes, Luger trench brooms whittled on lathes—

Siege towers of the mind—Hoffman’s fuchsin (1858) with three phenyl rings aligned as a lathe
Turning piece, or eight-inch diameter Livens tubes frozen along the Western front—L-DOPA
Forming a Schiff base with B6 coenzyme, rather than discharging the brain from its terminal
Shell—Schiff tips fuchsin, a foxfire rose of aniline coal tar, and decolorizes—Losing its mauve
In saturated sulfur dioxide (1897), it reemerges with bound flesh aldehydes or hydrolyzed double stripes
Of DNA—Madame Swann’s mauve dress or parasol (1913) are mineralized fossils decanted from coal

Tar—Paul Ehrlich’s acid-fast tuberculin test (1882) of corrugated lungs, of trenches of former coal
Miners, and subsequent refinement of aniline derivatives—The bacilli’s mycolic coat turned on lathes
Of hot and cold chemical peels—Etheric cordite making them prone to fits; wadding it with striped
Hands, stiffened munitions operatives whose sputum no one bothers to scan—L-DOPA’s
Coupling with 7-transmembrane dopamine-1 receptors flowing in the layer—A terminal
Disorder of irretrievably tangled field phone wires—The Lost Battalion’s carrier shot beyond the mauve,

Sunlit road parallel 276.4Böll’s frog eyes in slow bleaching gaslight, their camouflage netting—Mauve;
Frilled oral arms, where Sehrpurpur rises and falls soundlessly … in this ocean of noise—Coal-tar
Dyes distorting all-trans bonds in the eight cardinal directions of the gaze, of Lucretius’s interminable
Asides; every eight and a half lines—The hyperpolarized rod of night’s disarmed combatants of one lathe
Accident abridged by Mind as the substrate forms a Schiff base to the enzyme, in the eye’s striped
Phalanstery—In mottled Phalaenopsis, the first node on the main spike stem buds listless L-DOPA

Shocks by ice cube watering; possibly, the mauve climate grottoing under the bed—L-DOPA
Recaptures a lunar roving vehicle's umbrellas, nets, harpoons and magnets; coal shadows, yet in the striped
Transmission of a nevertheless foldaway high-gain antenna, my hands reach for the terminal lathe turnings of your body.

4 comments:

Σφιγξ said...

"Miriam thought: This is it, this is the oceanic cocktail we all swim in: one part masculine urine to one of feminine chlorine, one part aggression to one of passivity.—This is why she's confused by her own behavior."

Will Self's Shark (2014); I cannot forget, darling, which is why I got upset reading what followed (again). Reading through the long waves of this text, I strive to be less conscious of these polarities.

Σφιγξ said...

Will Self's Phone (2017).

Σφιγξ said...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UTLh3oJe7Xc

Johnny Greenwood.

Σφιγξ said...

The last line of this Card can be improved: "your terminal lathe turnings—"