Friday, January 30, 2015

XI. La lucarne du lion


    


XI. La lucarne du lion

Toggling between horizontal and overhead views, she discovers a way to vary the angle in between, so that like an archaeologist at dawn she can now see this desert landscape at a very shallow raking angle, allowing her to pick up relief features that would otherwise be invisible. These prove to be fertile sources of the links she needs to be clicking on. Soon she finds herself getting crossfaded to relay stations, oases, very rarely a traveler coming the other way, back from whatever’s out head, with very little to tell beyond cryptic allusions to some icy uncanalized river on whose far bank lies a city built of a rare impregnable metal, gray and gleaming in self-contained mystery, entered only after lengthy exchanges of signs and countersigns…  —Bleeding Edge (September 17, 2013)

Since moving an hour from Manhattan, from the sear of man-made fibers, our painted orchard is a reef
Fringed with foam; only its warm-up having taken long—Alias spoon-maker, or Loeffler, keen-sighted
Through a Gordian cipher of windows, dossiers of fraud, with guardian lions signifying fire
At Persepolis (330 B.C.E), where an upturned krater incited a conflagration to conceal its exhausted
Coffers—Just before the quarterly earnings reports of the WTC tenants sitting on talents greater
Than our measure of Alexander the Great—If not callousness for those torting downwind of the columns

With carbon nanotubules in their lungs, then the next day draping of their vicious flags; those solidarity never succeeds in apprehending, out of reach, in the fifth column—
To derive another Cold War term, Ground Zero, as if it were commensurable to the atomic bomb test sites, as featureless cruise routes punctuated by sodium cyanide shocks on the left behind reefs
Stocking the aquarium outside one of most highly lauded obstetric practices—DeepArcher’s temptations set aside more rest; at least, mindless broadcasts, all the greater
Than schlepping grounds from Starbucks for a rooftop garden, now pooling on the floor of the cab, for furthering a culture of concern—Barring, once and for all, hereditary short-sightedness,
For the lack of sunlightOlympias receives a vision from the cult center of Thoth, Hermopolis, from Nectanebo II, whose postponement of the black siltstone obelisks brought the Archaemenid Empire, firing
Past the urban centers of Syria, to his door, or until the 332 B.C.E. homecoming of the snake conceived by the consort of Philip of Macedon October 355 B.C.E., to be born that July, which insinuates up the medial malleolus as uterine contractions—Exhausting

An overhead view of the Piraeus diner’s drop ceiling tiles in green ocher and terracotta mold leaves an opening for Clokey productions red and green checkered floor filleting clay, where walking is as gravity impervious and otherwise exhausting
As carpentry joins, with oblique slabs of Gumby and Pokey trailing the silver, vernix-on-soapstone of the Moon Boggles (1967) as the twins—By the Pre-conquest Itzamná (D) and Ixchel (O), the lizard king and red-prefixed jaguar consort, who discharges columnar
Epithelia reinforcing treacherously odorous glands of panic—Belying an even more lurid basement membrane of unicode into a body of water, whose coasts would advise the further disconnected mainland for firing,
Where the immigrants end—Henry Hudson’s hull (1609) before it became a Coney Island attraction, and the Half Moon Hotel—What of the 330 million Vedic gods, but human life conferring a preference for fragments against our working ends of the reef
Knot against an ever-present disassembly into grief knot, what knot, whatnot, grass or reeving-line bends—Deflecting all the greater
Carbon-fiber shafts of arrows we refuse in an otherwise liberal procurement of learning utensils that the forthcoming bottom line for preparations is a SAT score of 2400—Self-betrayal, of not clouding their sights

Of the unchanging world, and suppressing rebellion from first outbursts in the grocery aisles—Sighting
Jean Lindenmann’s write-up in the Times (22 January 2015); more rapidly than is recovered from prior interest pyramids—Interferons having revived some aroma on the back of the cortical-rimed eye of Horus fused with a sillage of lion and unicorn mille-fleurs and lunes unshredded through this building’s exhaust
Fans—Post-awareness of a minor, well-meaning clash at breakfast; of no appetite, as a passing blip of olfaction by interferon-gamma receptor regulation (2013)—Streaming noses, from rhinosinusitis, affecting nearly all in play group, register far greater
Than initial symptoms realize, and amounting to sigilization of a scarlet thread of our inner selves—With hereto inconceivable links to the Book of Thoth stowed allegedly in Alexander's sarcophagus (323 B.C.E); perhaps now recoverable, regardless of the column
Length semantics—Having returned to the 2005 glimpses of Santiago, which meant for us then as the U.S. organized air strikes on La Moneda (11 September 1973), with the blood arriving in the shadow of neural firing—
Outstanding, however dormant, The Alchemist (1988), at the passage of vagrant stars into a grove of date palms pitched from the beloved's well six disks of perfection disallowed until the trip was made beyond the seventh water wheel of Crocodilopolis, then Arsinoe, Medinet El-Fayoum following the reef

Of tributaries of the Nile to up Old Cairo, Babylon (300 C.E.)—Threonine, with two stereocenters, amplifies the activity of whatever enzymatic reef
The residues enjoin in the plans contemplated on a backstroke; looking up into the celluloid sights
Of the basement pool—Crowley and Lady Frieda Harris reconvene at a mutual friend’s address at Hyde Park Crescent for the Thoth deck (1937)—Esther’s banquets with Xerxes I, despoiler of the Athenian Acropolis (20 January 330 B.C.E.)—Lindenmann’s slower, and therefore, karmic condition, of a career of finding the Mx gene; inducible by interferon against viral infections—In the face of put-to-call drugmakers; armed with the Interferome, there is still firing
Behind the whites of their eyes, as ocular herpes (HSV-1); while walking this trivia as one of many disregarded past lives, burns the greater
For being unrealized—From the erupted cold sore, serine/threonine kinase signaling downstream, eddying into latent circularization, up the trigeminal highway to the brain as irritation; finally, exhausting
Amyloid precursor proteins—Sending repeated messages, the conclusion, nothing in this city will ever stand at the same address for even five years—Followed by the need to look to the lighter hash marks of the game, or the 140-character news columns

Or some addling biopic; drawn into the recently described lion tomb funded by gold and silver sources of Kadmos, of the dragon’s teeth, of Mt. Pangaion, and in expansion when Alexander lead a column
Of elephants at Gaugamela (323 B.C.E) into Babylon—According to Arrian (VII.18.1-4), Apollodorus of Amphipolis estimates the death of his returning liege’s second, Hephaestion, from Peithagoras having read from a quivering, gall-streaked liver of a ram—Before the dynamics of curses reach their plenitude, and poised to reef
Black sails from tightening just one line—Flaneurs of the tapestries at Cluny, the same hierophany of the date pits of Tamar, whose palms form the upper layer of oases stilled into a charcoal surface soldering two new moons outlined in silver exhausting
All bounds of the eternal night—We observed they gathered the scent of things with their entire faces—With strike-anywhere matches within sight
Of the Three of Cups (Abundance), of January blooming Hamamelis florets and bent branches for dowsing, and recollected that July before firing
Back into consciousness—The first among anti-diversion patents, of the successor to interferon, by the Republic of Gilead’s hepatitis C cure pending disgorged penitentiaries; to the strata (let it not be said of the human), strangulated by worse scarring than left by gunfire—Greater

Than all our then considered distances, and pieces beneath Solomonic columns—Greater world concerns firing queries, of another cytokine secreted in the French Polynesian reefs conserved in humans for 550 million years
Malte, writing as the poet reading Baudelaire in Frederiksberg, described the tapestries at Cluny to the sightless, gespenstisch, whose spectral weave we reissue to each other, The Journal of My Other Self  (1910)
Our deepest insight, when arriving across the decks at once exhausted to explain us, prefigures our pennants of the lion, of the Nine of Wands (Strength), and the unicorn, styled as the Six of Disks (Success)—

Friday, January 23, 2015

XIX. Faire ombre


 

Aldrin: It’s quite an eerie sight. There is a very marked three-dimensional aspect of the corona coming from behind the moon glares.
Capcom: Roger.
Aldrin: And it as looks as though—I guess what gives it that three-dimensional effect is earthshine. I can see Tycho fairly clearly—at least if I’m right-side up—I believe it’s Tycho in moonshine, I mean in earthshine. And of course I can see the sky is lit all the way around the moon…

The moon was three times nearer than it had been at the hour of sleep nine hours ago when the shades were drawn. Three times nearer, it was three times larger, and filled their circular shadow—the sun was behind and so throwing a halo several times the size of the satellite. –Norman Mailer’s MoonFire (1970, 2009)


The Near Side and the Far SideMorse’s ten frames per second through steel and optical glass,
Set aside the longest ever three-part feature; poured over the press stand's ten rounds of the Moon’s
Ardan after Nadar (1865)—Retrieving their capsized paper boat mid-park at the Bethesda fountain—Blue, and breathing
Again, after the Eagle touched down on the Tranquility basin; enfolded, in the dark matter that would be known as the Milky Way’s halo occupation distribution (HOD)
Through Valentine's and Christmas nor’easters—Even so, “Statisticians Charge Draft Lottery Was Not Random” (December 1, 1969)—All subsequent
Editions of Life; National Geographic’s December hornbill walled-up inside its nest—Put

An album on, toward longed-for long-playing revolutions of Columbia—Miles Davis at Avery Fisher auditorium (February 12, 1964), where we had taken in Samuel Barber’s Despite and Still that April—Having put
Behind questions of stars blinded by the solar corona—The Greatest Week contrived through the glass
Of Texas Instruments after that concert funding voter registration in Mississippi, Louisiana, and Alabama (1964)—Cue burn Aquarius, the monumental Ego manning the portholes grappled with Velcro, who would not hear of a subsidy spliced to added administrators of scattershot housing, or a one-time cleanup effort—An effort that subsequently
Tears the inner suit’s nylon chiffon, of the insulating palace of numbers, to propose infant exposures before the silver nitrate is instilled—By then, hyper-text (1965) is being used on the Moon
Moments never stored beyond actuators—What is the wave they will be heeding when the Library of Congress is breathing
Connectors; dismantled to an office unit, as preadolescent crumpled paper and foil of the LM Descent Stage in our living room—The top layer's tracks bestirred after a million years, not before disintegration of handwritten letters—The conscripted hod

Movers at ease demolishing their own cornerstones—A Day in Space and Another Day, first is read for the immanence locating Magritte’s Le monde invisible (1955) in the foyer, for the subduing quality of hod
Found in the depth of another springing for a bouquet of moon flowersAquarius, who advances all the purchased rounds put
To him, leaves his technical manuals for the pre-dawn sighting of the deflated Mylar balloon off Honolulu; chrome cocktail shakers breathing
Old World to him—To us, his report sounds like the proceedings of a mining expedition; mercantile society’s gemination of subbasements of ocean vents, or a Stockholm archipelago’s hoardings of seven of seventeen rare earths—Some of which melt glass
In the rose-violet range resembling the lunar atmosphere as its readies for fifteen days of uninterrupted darkness—Having exhausted ytterbium clinching its quantum defects as the Universe's most stable atomic clock; subsequently,
Salmon milt, the runoff from hatcheries, complexes rare earths (2014)—All that is supplementary to our lives will be spun down, as the divers of the Hornet prepared for splashdown from the Moon

Landing—Entering expertise’s barren speculations, the Age of Aquarius countered by the Piscean, Auden—And the river jumps over the mountain / And the salmon sing in the street (1938) however opposed by proof of the windless Moon’s
Twelve 29.5 Earth-days, still holding the twelve names of those who left their cleats—A hod
Is a trough for the Birmingham laborers, having defined red brick universities, where Auden broods, Time imparts the lovers—Barely thirty, the poet love subsequently
Chastened; from there on, September 1, 1939, Eros and dust, from which we are forever made, inflames (1940)—When put
To Mailer’s windup of a seven-year marriage; it was in print that his wife probably heard the first of it, his feelings sealed off in the Lunar Receiving Laboratory—We breathe,
Held together, after V-J Day that August, or the B-25 piloting in pea soup out of the Empire State Building (July 28, 1945)—But then, Miró’s The Lightning Bird Blinded by Moonfire (1955) is the rooster drawn to the diffracted atmosphere, which leaves its claw marks on the lunar surface, and returns to the clouds according to the dictates of an undefinable hourglass—

From Kandinsky’s Accent vert (1935) as a settlement; the watery negatives, unlike planes of glass,
Cannot slip past each other without snags—Deployed four months later, Intrepid manors the Moon’s
Oceanus Procellarum, within view of its Surveyor, to return on time, with the Earth in eclipse of the Sun (November 21, 1969)—Infinitely larger, still, developments of the night's forced surrender here below to tidal breaths
Morning’s upright entry was at times polished on a wheel of Carborundum attempting to sinter outer conditions that fired Constellations (1944-1959) of exile—Compared to the anchoring and peripatetic feet of a person, which bring us to before the Hod
Of a spread table, a shared overlook, if to distract a person lost in her own heart—Getting out of the shower, we pause to the study of the 3-by-6-inch white glazed Subway tiles and subsequently
Repeated wafers of the Moon Museum hidden under the foil bases of Apollo XII—Samuel Barber visited a Texas fighter wing for Symphony No. 2 (1942); from what he thought of the roll of the ailerons, put

In an electronic tone generator—Aquarius, having committed the sacrilege of reading Song of Songs for a bulldozered two-tone apricot and cream sedan, put
Off the last chapter until the day Apollo XIII shambled into orbit; its module never to reach the maria, and another denouement in a tipped glass—
A Burial at Sea’s Humboldt squid nevertheless backlighting sunken space components; their tank lines refuge for Amphitrite worms, the nymph forms of horses—Subsequently,
String arrangements congregate in one flesh which might be nerves—November 25, 1963, the National Symphony Orchestra performed Barber’s Adagio for Strings (1938) at the first lady’s request—Moons,
Working through two panes of glass, are three reverses from the painter to the onlooker’s eyes, which conceal their oceans beneath albedo, or otherwise risk being drained—Breathing
In maximum insolation during its passage, Mount Kisco’s Capricorn is the purchase of Barber and Manotti, two water signs—Barber turned to Neruda for the interplanetary assembly of condensations, a basket for carrying earth—Hod,

Splendor of light beyond the Tyrol, drawing Rattenberg from extended shadows with aid of the simulated pericynthion of heliostats put to dappling the pendula of leaves; even on the shoulders of hod
Carriers strained by impinged nerves of their crowns—While the Moon itself contains for us subsequent
Isinglasses beyond these; cleaved by the Sun, from Cien Sonetos (1960) happiness is a transparent tower smiling before us in our frames