Part 1.
Awe, at the glitz and glitter, and proper Eton accents.
The flow from the stiffened upper lips, sheebolethargical,
dif-ferent sim-pool ideas, Oral-ized. BBC 4- In our Time
Evangelical Maxwell, who knew, click.?
1840’s science framed in Newton’s, matter and motion,
forces occupying either real or otherwise, spheres,
spheres of influence,
ever learned, and never learned, equilibrium offsets…
action at a distance, is the inbetween, twixt us two,
me’n’you.…constant instance of gravity,
insisting …. mens, mental beings, become grave goods… dust-off
The Equation, inverse squaring one thing from another,
magnetic fields, medium to large… tiny models slip
Electromagnetic field floating in the waving sea of thinnest light,
at the speed, godspeed, idle idea, new now, if you wish.
Unification, re-alization, as far as any mortal may know,
Rhea reminds me, experiment, mental suffixed on out sents
signals.…near, nearly
reasonable, effect, a sense, skepticonical – bubble-spundone.
Brownian motion, notion
Ah, yes, a great notion, taken on a time or two.
Taken as granted, mine from my earliest song, Good
Night Irene, Good Night.
Right, click, aha, I think I know, or no,
I am landed. O,
yes, smoke gets in your eyes, honky-tonk songs,
Ghost Riders, In the sky, sometimes take a great notion,
to jump into the ocean and drown,
homunculus, sorts the fast from slow, cool
Greed and Lazy-ness, what we might think,
-not necessarily so —
non determinate statistical results,
natural philosophy, exceedingly improbable
dynamic and statistic, a differing weight,
positions, posited, all at once,
we know too much for any one mind to hold.
Maxwell’s Daemon, that thought, hot from cold,
finite being, processes acting, action- sorting, sort of
love the thought, philo non fun unction, eh? What I say?
Life is really rock and roll. Do we define this as I say?
Yeah, here, we do. It’s my one trick.
Part 2.
Must go on. Life’s an open book these days.
And all the little people sing,
sing it now, ahhhhh choose,
won or lost, love of the game. Diamonds.
Life insisting friction is a good thing. Carbon
tends to harden,
under pressure, so it seems, so slick
to know about Bucky Balls.
And what do make of those? Who cares?
Force fields, in ever, actual ever is or was,
we may imagine we know, if we know
some explanations -out-splantions, stretched
to hold the whole idea that lives in lies,
laying at the door.
Hamartiatic, yeh, missed point, aim was off. Tic.
— little blue men all say amen.
Part 3.
I wuv you, said the last little blue man,
waving his Phrygian cap.
-imp pulse reacting agency
flirting with an edge of right… not pride,
not ambition, but something… no word holds
yet… when we agree what this is, we call it.
Heads, it is. The referee, flips it.
.…and as it spins, we insert some gnosisnot
Code of the West, oldest story ever told,
The story of man named Job… ah, I see, long o.
The rules for spoken sense, forcing jobe from Job, the oldest story,
in the bible, it is said.
— in part 4.
Maxwell’s filtration, a bit puzzlin’ but lucky,
right, we could use the knowing, magnetism
attracting
flakes of magnetic material reasons for faith.
You may know what works as a magnet insisting the speed of light is fixed.
Well,
we know, that ain’t so… we could attempt…
As well, we know, temp-orally, time speaks. Tic.
Taken as the time to learn, a time to know arrives unannounced,
prepaid attention… and Cliff notes.
hamartia lurks,
and pounces on the praying man, as sin, the monstor made, silly.
Pokémon’s ai, aight, you know, ain’t afraid…
Ono, ghost of sad trip stumble fall settlement…
I never saw a rich man, with a satisfied mind.
So, I broke down and made me up.
Part 4.
Hamartia yawns. Opens its maw… stretch.
Now the serpent
was more crafty
than any beast
of the field that the LORD God had made.
— the recorder of the conclave of function messengers…
In process of time, we see the course of human events, as fluid
– or if you insist, as smoke, little parts, particles, swirling
– into now, forced to be,
And he said to the woman,
“Did God really say, ‘You must not eat from any tree in the garden?’
I mean, did you hear the entire set that is the plural Elohim, say you may
never eat, or might the sense of all you say you know,
came shown as being as is, to you from,
man the unrepro Model one, who had ROM only
and a one thing at a time name, atom, think
and store for instant,
re-gnosis… ”
And the shining creature seemed to smile, I know.
Taste the son, son of the tree of knowing, growing riper,
as temporary adaptations are sorted,
hot from cold, push from pull, swirling directional flow
down
down from the high horsedman saddle, into the realm
of imaginary numbers, and 3-d printing…
once an unspeakable thought forms shape, aha, as seen.
-slowing, feel the idea, as if it is you, standing mid-garden,
metaphor. Humongus jug of all mankind could name,
as knowing, was yet forming nets of inter- resting, interesting,
very,
interesting, curious thing, this wombed man, bigtittymama,
so named by the pointer out of what’s what in life,
inside paradise, of course. Never mind. Walled garden.
Gardened place, guarded, held, occupied, no urge to learn.
Elohim was called, the whole involved in the word, appear
as smoke, per haps, many nano bits of all one needs to know
to make a tree of life attend a tree of knowing everything,
all at once/
a sense, in essence, a thought
pops.
— The phone rang, and you listened, like in the silence,
on a party line… y’ello, whose callin’…
Part 5
— Eileen Brewer then leads to Jordan Maxwell,
not the Maxwell with the little man sorting on
hot or cold… but Serendipity or synchronism
I hear-
“Rome was before Jews” this dude says he knows …
- but I wanted the magnetic field guy
I cry shame, ah, the LDS Elder Maxwell, 1978…
- that guy told the same lie he tells now, then… and him dead and gone,
his testimony the few, the faithful few.
So, so
special few who do trust this tale he told.
Great, where was I, Arkansas, on the edge
of the trail of tears,
across the river
from the gallows in Ft. Smith. 1978
— True Grit, well, {Grandpa McCoy voice}
that’s jist a story, has
some tenuous grip on my own opinions,
expressed here,
for the price of attracting your attention,
fishing for men…
as a passtime,
Pondering a promise…
that was on the wall of the rescue mission,
where I was first wed, reminds me, 3 times,
same woman, exact same woman, each time.
I wed, officially, vows before all that can be
imagined being Elohim, in full cast… whole
both sides and along the ragged, hammered
edge… ancient metal coin, stamped,
- for what this is worth- In God We Trust
whose image and superscription is this?
Whence comes this power, held in trust?
Who holds the monopoly on violence,
and the insurance — show, the biz, buy
low, no no no not worth the time,
I’ll read Ulysses, or
better use of time, Infinite Jest.
At its very best life us funny. Not evil, life is not evil and only lies told as true can rot the heart,
that…
is that so, that voice, you know, asking, is that
so? What if it was not? Not so, ever,
total confabulation, imaginary radio station,
imaginary show? Would you know?
The year of Depends… on what, phonemes,
pho’s beef, right, cow meat,
not dog, right, dogs and horses, is taboo,
where I was one hundred years,
after Judge Parker, got famous.
