Saturday, October 14, 2006

Personal Transcendence of Astrology,
Science, and Other Systems of Magic

— © 1982, Troy K Spears

After all, truth IS still stranger than fiction!
Truth is just the fiction you can't escape.
i.

watch this line
as it traces its blocks upon a path,
along a direction
that falls on it from
It Knows Not Whence.
and a child's fingers will blend them
into a world
that denies blocks and all
isolated units of color.

ii.

is the uncarved world
better than
The World Of Blended Blocks?
or is too late to discuss
Such Things?
late and early
fracture the Stream.
blend them, bend them,

send them on their way.

iii.

In the beginning of segmented time, (i.e., time as segment) was the Block, and the Block was the head of God, (even as Christ is the head of the Church) and God was that verily same Block that was his head.

All things (qua blocks) came into being through that Block, and apart from 'him' (the Block as masculine) nothing, no thing, came to be.

iv.

turning to the stars as
Brothers in Pattern,
we find blocks of directions, signs;
we find blocks of energies, planets;
and we find blocks of our lifetime, houses.

blend them, bend them,
and you will discover yourself
before you turned to the stars...

v.

you will be behind them...

vi.

they bleed —
selfish suction to accumulate dust —
they bleed
the Horror...
and spin
with no ground to plant their feet,
no feet to ground their space —
they spin
the Centrifuge...
and the blood divides
as they spin (the blood is cut)
and we behold plasma and corpuscle.
all One in the beginning.
and our brothers bleed,
and our brothers spin,
and still...
Good and Evil.
vii.

words as block,
ideas as block,
people as block,
brando as block.
too far!
this speech is unclean.
and the consecrated block
was carved into a god.
and the block bled with the blood
of rams, and of bulls, and of angels.
and the people carved their initials into the block,
and offered their beer cans there...

the block bore their sins
as blocks are wont to do.

viii.

as the people of the tribe named it,
it began its descent into a city.

ix.

i carved a block
into the shape of a poem...

it has never forgiven me since.

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