Summary: You know when you're watching a movie and you keep rewinding to the part before the hero is killed some billowing love scene or accidental seance between notions of when suspense is the most unreasonable shield all around intermittent acts of violence / I really have to look at the world from inside their heads where shadows rotate and you can follow the time in shadows / shallow upsloped blindness of the blind hero saving everyone but himself / advanced suicide / nobel effort , what is the afterlife He can be evil but you always like him goodbye to sequences but language survives them and we are born teen in the middle of a discourse on motives / and are not crushed / and are not crushed New habit of reading treaties where some abuse is reasonable good stupid people getting married fighting wars / all of us
And I wanted to see what propaganda does to the language of us. A fabulist's anatomy or stark distress, was it, the pharaonic order of the jesters. Does it become more elegant to snub all excess or does it begin to deflect the innocent extra in the background there to make the scene a home within itself. Brightmoment. (echo) (echo with a difference) (Narcissus / trick or trick narcissus) More to say about morals than the morose way one line folds into pictures of a whole community sorted by the invention/fabrication of oneness. Otherness Blues. Ovanuss Ball. Negroes in vogue. Prison Notebooks on the arm of a plush velvet sofa , phd students supple with theories that will save the world if only they were of the world. Can propaganda help us populate the other vision with no more scams but candid / some dandy / some daddy plath ease of reality pretending to need a dream. And how will the icon fare if he cannot tapdance when the amateur assassin saunters in to tell his story fast.
Highlights: You know when you're watching a movie and you keep rewinding to the part before the hero is killed
MLK was clutching a Newport cigarette in one hand. His mistress was downstairs fixing her hair for dinner. Jesse Jackson and them were in the courtyard just beneath Martin's motel room balcony, allowing him to falcon for them, dressed like dandies and value systems discussing spirituals and pigs feet all the doves broke free . As the shot pierced his memory he begged one man to sing him Stevie Wonder from the future sequence is over please tell your story fast if you don't it will come to pass In his breast pocket a note about ritual sacrifice his witch doctor's advice / phone number someone kept it