X. Avoir
des pieds
d’argile
"That means," said I, somewhat amused, "that we would have
to eat of the tree of knowledge a second time to fall back into the state of
innocence."
–Heinrich von Kleist’s
serial, “Über das Marionettentheater”(12-15
December 1810)
Buttons were lost, then refound in a tributary of Sils flashing like tin
under a gangue
Of ores—
Returning to
the Durisch's rented room under the chimney damper that takes
After a birdhouse, instill its ophthalmic preparation advised by the
village chemist—Synthesizers
Played for a clearance
in Sarmizegetusa, a thousand miles from Rome; many
stayed, after the Dacians
Or discharge from a
piperatorium of
coriander—Worth the 4th century silver siliqua, from the
carob bean,
Isidore of Seville (560 – 4 April 636 C.E.) held as the Arabic,
cerates—One
24th of a golden solidus; one-sixth ounce, which charges
As the beehive around his pen, the carat, or 1/144th—Lost is the quantity
of burnt clay lining the iron smelting retort; the Dacian anvils there, too,
were buried, to which the matriacaria,
Pay no resemblance—As the first campaign (101 C.E.) north of the Danube
augmented the
alimenta; the second, so much as would live the unmortared
bridge; its smashed sixth arch to hinder Napoleon (1809) crossing at the Tagus;
Alácantara,
the Bridge, in Arabic (98-106 C.E.)—Rutted helmets; later, fixed with iron
crossbar reinforcements—Trajan’s generals practiced
testudo columns
To the
forest;
tacking to an aroma of a hyacinth born of blood, the Emperor, who is retelling
the story for the unlettered Dacians, onlooking 58 times; a gangue
Is
a going—Trakl dropped his
iron apothecary
weights from Innsbruck for the Galician front, for a polite death of tenanted
wretches, and inadvertent cocaine overdose (
3
November 1914)—Revisited; seven movements of Trakl, now withdrawing, lead
by
synthesizer—
Existing spark and MapReduce; tachyonized, from the walnut housing of the
Moog
Modular 55 (1974) synthesizer
Catching on
Frank Herbert’s Dancer, Arrakis (1965 C.E.), which, the precession of Canopus;
Karbana, after the priest of
Thutmose III, co-regent with Hatshepsut
(1479–1425 B.C.E.), achieves ten degrees of the south celestial pole (14000
C.E.)—Terra firma, the brown planet, is entirely dust-charged—
Polvraga; burnt in the
Polovragi
cave opening at Sarmisegetuza, and its monopoly over gold and galena
gangue,
Composed the bouquet presented to the wife of the
captain of the Spartan
fleet, and affecting the same as a strong tea of matricaria—
From the 29 interlocking barrels of
Luna marble, for which Apollodorus
clear-cut the Forum (112 C.E.)—The sent beam from the bands of Time dilates in
the battles as the Column
Rises—Trajan’s first enduring
span at the Iron Gates of the
Danube (
105C.E.) foregoing the conquest of
Dacia; the sixteen-spoked chakra of the
flag of
disintegrated speaking romanes that cannot be policed—Their taking
Unnoticed by those clearing their storefronts; unaware, of blind workers
inaudibly bringing down their joists—On Dune, they ride six-legged thorses;
dun-colored, as the steeds at Lascaux, and internalized, taking
To rear over gorges—Wilhelm
Friedemann Bach (1710-1784) realizes any individuation from his father, through
improvisation, as
Lui (1805); with his subsequent
disappearance of
Diderot’s transcribed
copy, of the nephew of
Jean-François Rameau (1683-1764)—Contemporary of
il furibondo, Geminiani
(1680-1762), whose violin
techniques (1751)
predated Leopold Mozart’s didactic quarto (
1756),
and accompanied by Handel in London (1714)—All clavichords; the strings proving
unassimilable; nevertheless, sampled by
synthesizers,
Within the tin can of Major Tom (
1969 C.E.)—Mid-December, in Sydney, onto
the Prince Rupert Glassworks,
the
great wall of anger which threatened as we proceeded to talk of
Saturnalia—On these days, masters bent to their servants, with publically
endorsed gambling, clay figurines, and dice boxes of the discarded bones of
burnt offerings, onward to the columned
Warehouse, whose flues were sighted from your window at the clerk’s
office; the courtyard, u-shaped as
Thermae Traiani dedicated the kalends of
July (109 C.E.), where the Laocoön group (1508 C.E.) was
discovered, and
charged
Among this ramble of
Moi/Lui; particular to us, along the
arcades of the
Palais-Royal,
near a gaming
house where Valentin mislays his last Louis (1826)—Beyond, the silver
skin's gangue
Of harbor cormorants sunning themselves in the Christ pose; one strives
to categorize Goethe’s
rose of Temperaments (1798)
represented here, in seed glass, and accord the nightmare of a
broken doll—Finding
more occasions for flute duets than chorales, W.F. Bach resigned from Halle
(1764), and in his vagrancies found trampled matricaria;
Flatly embroidered in the qaftâns of the Sarmatians, in the earth, is
apple-scented—Seeking, but never finding the Variations for the Russian
ambassador paying a golden goblet teeming with a hundred 100 Louis-d’Or
(1741)—Trajan reenters his bones on the Terrace of Pride (
Purgatorio X.73)—Arthur
Phelps’s men hang the ceremony's
great
green-glass jars of
matricaria,
At Mr. d’Abbs—An assistant of the late Mr. Paxton had just written of the
wood laminate from the Crystal Palace requested by Georg von Dollmann; in
return, for the sense of
Meicost
Ettal (1869) posturing from a secluded valley—The gangue
Is quartz; extending ten inches, where we tread wondering, if not sheet
glass, then fused silica windows for erasable programmable read only memory
(EPROM) chips, wiped with ultraviolet, for overwriting until near-perfect, for
nucleotide dictation, the MIDI synthesizers—
Instructions of the divine are already being terraformed—Causing their
flames to quiver to the words (Paradiso XX.148), though it
is becoming clear Trajan was a signpost—The just ruler, after victory over the
Dacians, stages a ten thousand gladiator ludi and eleven-thousand bestarius
(108-109 C.E.); but there too, we read the Column’s
Final inscription, the 16th year of his
tribucinian 10
December 112 C.E.—Listing the devastation, to secure the blameless, Trajan
devalues the silver denarius, for military expenditures, signs the orders for
decimations after crossing the Tigris (116 C.E.); to pause before a
Ludwig iris on
the steppes; lacking the opportunity to offer libations at the tomb, and
inspect the intact clay seal, of Alexander (323 C.E.)—Charged,
At
the M of the fifth word, (XVIII.95), Mars, at times,
exceeding in its brightness, the fifth planet’s mantles are gathering air,
auguring loss, if
uprooted
from this chaos for Novalis’s
Blüthenstaub (
1798)
to
ripen—Charging
Whitsun (13 June 1886), the Swan King and his doctor strode from the
fifth tower, Isolde, of the
Berg where
he first expected the Czarina (1868) and Richard Wagner (1867),
slipping on
rain-pattered marlstone—Hans Kohlhase was right to graze his
horses on
matricaria;
They were more nervous that day, before being levied as a toll;
consciousness punctuating life and death, the pride of the powerless suspended
in the greater faltering columns
The
composer attended the Braunschweig School, where W.H. Bach passed
under the city square’s bronze
lion,
for strength, to stare into fields overtaken
By
W.H. Auden’s New World, with
blue-eyed
grass—Franz Kafka’s public reading of
Michael Kohlhaas (1810)
finds the windings of legal process; to thwart being labelled immoral, this
sorting the humanity lying dormant under its gangue—
Within one year, Kleist would be overlooking the promontory with
Henriette Vogel (
1811),
where, thankfully, there is no premonition of ourselves—Roland
synthesizers
Perform
d'oltre mer passages; unbidden to violence,
imperialism, as the spokes of the wheeling voices, where Hans and St. Catherine
have spoken—In the glassworks, where we lamented the lesser clay horizon, and
to contain our resurgence, decorated with flowers, neglecting our consistent,
hidden magnitudes charging the oscilloscope’s Lissajoux curves as the
synthesizer’s outputs—
Graciously, and by no application all, we entangle
manual extensions
of ourselves, in that dream of a seemingly unrepeated doll; jointed, as the
irreconcilable gangue of territories disturbed for matricaria, or
valerian, for
another emperor captivated by the Persians (253–260 C.E.)—
For the object of our children's unblemished love; and we find that we are not
composed of internal fractures, like a Prince Rupert’s drop, nor acquiring
weakness to rediscover, and marvel, at the world’s forms, like the flow of
seven-branches, from a gutter, or a limb of a linden, overtaking our
enjoined shadow in the square under Trajan’s Column—
7 comments:
I had to get through this, but I want to be clear that I am not suggesting something completely unwanted, and different in these images of wreck and recovery. I allowed the temporary instability in my daily life to spill into this lesson, and it has bothered me, but it time to move on.
I learned that the result is less satisfactory, to be lead by the circumstances, as in one instance, the shapes of the Thracian vessels to the images around the Rota. I lament receiving so many inputs beyond the one that matters most, though it is better to be aware, and focus.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B3DfyJRIT4jybnZFamxzMGpkRFk/view?usp=sharing
Shades
D. H. Lawrence
Shall I tell you, then, how it is?—
There came a cloven gleam
Like a tongue of darkened flame
To flicker in me.
And so I seem
To have you still the same
In one world with me.
In the flicker of a flower,
In a worm that is blind, yet strives,
In a mouse that pauses to listen
Glimmers our
Shadow; yet it deprives
Them none of their glisten.
In every shaken morsel
I see our shadow tremble
As if it rippled from out of us hand in hand.
As if it were part and parcel,
One shadow, and we need not dissemble
Our darkness: do you understand?
For I have told you plainly how it is.
"It seemed as if it were snowing because, as night fell, piles of night moths rained down on the streets of Rome, as from a ripped pillow, blazing up under street-lamps, windows, traffic lights, and spotlights. The moths kept circling, trying to fall into the candle, and Isolde kept driving them from the fire with her book.
They were on their way back to the hotel, a little drunk after the Chianti and grappa. They stood examining the bas reliefs on the most famous column in the world: here were the Roman scouts returning with the severed heads of the Dacians, here were the Dacians surrendering and the women and children leaving their homes while the Romans moved in with their livestock, here as a Dacian impaling himself so as not to surrender to the Romans, there as a soldier kissing Traian's hand, the Dacian women a little higher up were torching the naked fallen Roman soldiers, above them were the heads of Romans on spears on the walls of Dacian fortifications, and even higher the Romans were chopping down trees—and someone's heads were on stakes again—and so on without end up the spiral, the symbol of movement and progress, and at the very top an old man had fallen still, afraid to budge, afraid of losing his balance, dumbfounded at winding up here, so high up. The main thing was not to look down or your head would spin.
An entire city in night moths (183-4)."
I could not anticipate that the Column, with its on-site insects, could coalesce so perfectly, from the vantage of earlier this year. In our seemingly random readings, I realize that it is the right time, and right place, and that things will achieve unprecedented beginnings.
Mikhail Shishkin's Maidenhair.
http://www.nature.com/srep/2015/150723/srep11548/full/srep11548.html
I will put Exercise 86 here, for the Rome annotation, even if the reference is underground.
https://1drv.ms/b/s!AsA4BY25Ql_1lBrGwmVa9djb7LCA
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5C7tfLhHaeU
Relief. When it is done. When this confinement is over, and we can venture the acceptable risk of living, again.
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https://books.google.com/books?id=BGu5BgAAQBAJ&ppis=_c&lpg=PA98&dq=Roman%20chamomile%20lawn%20Buckingham%20palace&pg=PA98#v=onepage&q=Roman%20chamomile%20lawn%20Buckingham%20palace&f=false
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