Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

spaceships nailed rocks
to the cosmos door so
it would never open again

the words never does not translate
in spaceship language, one word
means many and many mean one
a series of strange signs left on
giant rocks that reach for the stars

the elder symbols from the other age
wrapped around a vector of voids
whose vast sums of code in riddles
were left behind by the vagabond one

after the crack in the dimensional shift
left incalculable read outs of chaos data
meant not as reminders but as forget marks

the ships from the last galaxy on the rift rim
invaded the future past with music from
Beethoven and a few poems of Blake
as the last great cry of freedom
in the face of the grand nova of all

only to come out the other side
and meet the vagabond one at the cosmos door
the rocks fold around the shimmer ships
in infinite tongues written once inside God geodes
found on some desolate planet inside a white hole
the music and the poem no longer remain forgotten

Fine poem & theme.

rifts, trap doors, white dwarf eddies and curvature
shamans with brief maps between

i think of mckenna when i read you..

"Human beings make a strange fauna and flora. From a distance they appear negligible; close up they are apt to appear ugly and malicious. More than anything they need to be surrounded with sufficient space—space even more than time" Tropic of Cancer

Thank you for the poem, I needed it.

this poem takes me to another
write on

revolutionrabbit, great capture of the promise and mystery of space...

the ships from the last galaxy on the rift rim
invaded the future past with music from
Beethoven and a few poems of Blake
as the last great cry of freedom
in the face of the grand nova of all

enjoyed your poem read from the earth...!

i wrote this very late, and very quick
i had no thought in mind except language
in so far as we use it and how far it goes
like a spaceship.I did not edit it or re-type
any part, in other poems i do change things
around after the initial writing but it is all
rather haphazard. My novel Gone Hallucinogen Freeway
is a mishmash of story line and prose poetry, that is
the accumulation of all the years of writing poetry, and
then realizing that putting the poetry into a story within
a story
would
give it a kind of cinematic effect.That was what I was aiming at
to put the poems into a subtext context of where it all began
for me, and how it all happened from that initial point.A poem
is a little context that may or may not seem to have some
definite meaning as a point of view, which may or may not
seem to be a story or a experiment within a given reference
some poems like i'm thinking that are on Studio 8 are like
little pieces of a story, with characters and locations, my novel
is like a big poem with stories inside it with the whole journey
going down the rabbit hole....But also a real time study of the
language of drugs and the drug of language, and the metaphors
we live by in relation to the opium of the people, words used
by a famous thinker that perhaps were taken out of context.
And so it goes, where it begins and stops nobody knows.
Science would build the spaceships, but spaceships are made
of language.