“Assume the position Soldier!” red linen monotone The position assumed is always a prone one down on hands & knees defenseless open for what comes the unseen the unforeseeable the unforgivable pushed through vuota in looking glass orange and mirrored images yellow inside this other world a film is running backward an early one by Bergman about this Magician and he is either living or dead the practitioner’s art is dissembling an evil art double-escapement: and all the presumed a catalyst living spirits in broad are drawing sticks palette against the self- containing bars surrounding the evil one trying to hold him in place to frighten him into leaving for another world as if death were a limitation a state that might contain him Nothing contains the evil artist This is a never ending slaughter on a tenth avenue of the mind a crippling posturing liturgical jazz for orchestra and a solo female voice waiting for a miracle to come a release The Trial dissonance You may never in grays and have seen the movie black the cellar morgue where history is stored All the yellowed mildewed newsprint of man’s inhumanity against his fellow man & Orson Welles is the Prince of Darkness The Law K must confront & Anthony Perkins is K asking the question Why am I here? Why are we here? Why O Why O Why ? Why anything? Vor dem Gestetz ---- A fine granulated pale blue powder lamentoso is falling with violet on everything counterpoint building a sand mound We are in another movie An apocalypse of love movie in black & white full of fear and trembling & what we see is a faint glowing in the darkness a radioactive desert covering slick bodies in acts like love Titles in black scrolling down Hiroshima Mon Amour Mon Amour Hiroshima Time bombs are exploding Time is being released as pain “Time has come today Young hearts have gone away---”
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