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durga (unused draft)
Rommel was known to place propellers behind transport trucks in order to stir up dust, disguising his movement and giving the enemy a distorted sense of scale, and Frontin reports "When Ptolemy with a weak force was contending against Perdiccas's powerful army, he arranged for a few horsemen to drive along animals of all sorts, with brush fastened to their backs for them to trail behind them. He himself went ahead with the forces which he had. As a consequence, the dust raised by the animals produced the appearance of a mighty army following, and the enemy, terrified by this impression, were defeated". One child, whose school-name is Babylon, took to a similar tactic with shredded toilet paper, creating a kind of blizzard whose whiteness blinded the eyes of the other children while he escaped into a closet.
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i went circling with a ruined vestment sleeve, trailing fire and notions of errant crows misplaced within salient neglect.
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you were a captious man, it's doubtful, yet for the talent of dispelling farm animal misgivings into solemn parades.
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a tethered goat that opened it's eyes and realized that the culmination of it's life amounted to this moment of abandonment wherein the bridge grew wide as a smile and plunged it into death.
19.6.09
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fear remains oddly torpid yet from the depths rises a perspicacious light to shine upon the gloaming.
here within is this dominion named perception. we shall recognize it by it's brilliance.
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17.6.09
Depositary buddy - abridged
Anon dada bellboy Daimler breastplate chunking…
Annulus Dartmouth chivalry - airtight colonic chamfer
Affricate bitten braggart diamagnetism derogatory applause.
…C's cloister.
Corn Cob
crumpled horn my make believe friend that sanitises chrome telecom with a hiss of her hand. the weather heats the vat of silken ties that escape to hide with the vipers of seldom.
i never thought i'd pass this wind again.
lesser days than this.
am i uncertain?
parlance passes by as if a floater; a memory stick; a USB and a USP. disgrace flaps a hidden half wing - a bat of choice hearkens to the village spat out from corroded lips like spittle from a dry fuck. as wholesome as this but not as it mought bar. a baracode for a bad monkey these days. unavoidable stains the minute changes they glue to code the pocket in the miasma of fulcrum bent. has been genuflects a frozen format. a style of rainbows like refidge-hounds bound for crowns that forest the damp patch, the moist crutch, the hallow hole of her risen skirt lips. we peel apart the bar stool to fold the hour small and flat into a glimmering of pike shafts.
hazy.
the plant pliant grins a stalk of ears.
my planet aches for thee on silver sperm. dresden ignites another dream as the fallout from hotels rise ash cover by the dirt track of embers.
of smolten.
smelting.
meltdown.
kitab al-a'rad: TGODW--I Kings 24:28
"Once, just barely no longer a child/I was asked to lie in a field of wheat grown on charnel-blood./My body’s shape marked by bent and broken stalks,/I was to look between specific stars/until a message was spelt for me in the heavens./There were half-birthed animals, out there in the fields,/dogs with cracked cartiledge for paws,/calves without eye sockets./They were made sick by the pull of the stars,/searching the ground for a hole to die in.
"I could hear the slow slack breathing of other people,/searching the same skies, the light broken by the tears turned to hoar’s frost in their eyes./Years passed, and we collected moisture in our lungs,/decayed memories of Ligetti, Ruysbroeck,/the index left of our shared carnal sin,/you asking me to identify the stains which remained —/cloud-bodies, ink losing form in water.
"When they had left me, when I had emptied,/I beheld a vision of the horned Moses./Betrayed by Jerome and cursed by eternal memory,/a mumbled exegesis as to my misunderstanding/of Elijah as the first of the weather-prophets,/of which I may be the last/(should these truly prove to be the end days).
"Were I a prophet/(which is to say a singer of songs)/I would be sent to fufil deed and premonition,/not to make speeches and frayed book-parts./What, then, I spoke through cracked lips and dried throat,/of Ezekiel, of Jeremiah? What, then, of you?/My tendons severed and my limbs grown as roots,/I ached to turn myself to face him,/but my eyes would only lie, my sight mislead./You know nothing of which you speak, he told me,/and I knew to the bottom that he was right./In the distance, I heard the approach of the beast.
"These is but one moment,and all things contained within./My name has been burned away,/betrayed by cross and crown and cursed by eternal memory,/and now I am but the blood from which the wheat feeds,/until all of me is my imprint in the grain."
16.6.09
kitab al-a'rad: the ghost of dried wells
The Ghost of Dried Wells was written by Rv. Emersohn during his time in Richter-Goldberg Psychiatric Facility. His doctors would not allow him books during the first six months of his incarceration, so Emersohn attempted to transcribe from memory as much of the Old Testament as possible. It is important to keep in mind the Revitalization Technicians never considered the Emersohn "translation" to be canonical, but instead considered it as a point of reference from which certain truths became clear, and its connection to the Revitalization faith is roughly equivalent to that of the Zohar, and just as multivalent. The quote in question can be found in Daniel 9:27, which in the American Standard version reads "And he shall make a firm covenant with many for one week: and in the midst of the week he shall cause the sacrifice and the oblation to cease; and upon the wing of abominations shall come one that maketh desolate; and even unto the full end, and that determined, shall wrath be poured out upon the desolate." This is a particularly difficult passage, and we will not speak of its deeper meanings here, only contrast with the GODW translation: "And he will speak among the people for a week, and once the week ceases so shall the sacrifice, and upon the wing of abomination shall rise Mother Durga the Desolator! This is the last of them, and laughing she calls out where the blood has fallen! Hidden in broadcast and snow, the wrath shall be poured into the mouths of those who have made waste! Make your hands into claws for to dig a grave, but no grave shall hide you!" This passage is worth noting considering Rv. Emersohn's final days, of which we need not speak again.
15.6.09
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I am constrained to contact you because of the maltreatment i am receiving from my step mother. She planned to take away all my late father's treasury and properties from me since the unexpected death of my beloved Father
My Father of blessed memory deposited the sum of US$3, 400,000.00 in a bank with my name as the next of kin. However, i shall forward you with the necessary documents on confirmation of your acceptance to assist me for the transfer and investment of the fund, i will like to complete my studies, as i was in my first year in the university before the sudden death of my father, in any case , my extended family abandoned me, i am currently living on the charity of the refugee camp and now i need your help to collect this money in the bank and invest it in a profitable venture abroad, i am contacting you to assist in repatriating the money left behind by my Father before they get confiscated or declared unserviceable by the bank where the deposit was made.
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Yours love Sincerely,
Kathleen
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