Canto Magdalene for Poem Film Furies
Junta Tyranny and
Stasis
Along with Exile
Hegemony Despotic
And
Divinity
Are playin' tarot cards in back of
Low Keys Bar
In come Ethics, Toil and
Pleasure and
Capitalism Smog with
Hypocrisy right behind
Them
The lights dim
Metis Kali and Aphrodite
Along with a scarred
Breasted
Beauteous Eurydice and twin
Eyed Ariadne
Are up at the
Bar
Being served by
Barkeep
Thaw
Of the cascading blond dread
Locks
Cut off at the shoulders sleeveless
Shirt
Revealing those biceped
Fading hammer
Tattoos
Above them suspended by a rope
In the ever-open gilded
Cage
Thought and Memory
Odin's twinned ravens
Call out quips and salty
Observations
Up on the karaoke stage
Consisting of two 8 x 4 builders boards
Perched on some black plastic purloined Wall Mart milk
Crates
Is Lady Gaga rehearsing Mary Magdalene
"On your Marx" (Karl to his friends) is up on stage with her
Relaying any wants she has to "Knows all the Angles"
Engels (Fred to his friends)
Who's adjusting the sound system and lights as
Desired
Ok says On your Marx stepping off the
Stage
Spots on Lady Gaga bare feet a swath of red
Hair and a make-naked-look body stocking
Outside the sun's recently set the river Styx surrounding trees
Silhouettes a hint of east wind cold
The silvery full moon rising in the black branches
Song: The Complaint of MagdElaine Mary
Miles Davis as James Baldwin plays like the lament of the fall of the walls of
Jericho
Thin across the desert of time blowing so slowly but building building, I can't recognize
The drummer her figure tall Tuareg woman cloth up to her eyes striking those stretched goat skins with ....
A sound heard from her mother's mother's mother ....
Lady Gaga/Mary Magdalene upon tiptoe on the karaoke stage
Her face streaked in gold makeup tears
Her voice sounding out of pre-Islamic
Rabat mountain chant eerily combined with
Medieval Hildegard von Bingen
Courtney Love as Aphrodite
Cigarette between moist lips acoustically
Fondling her bright red lead guitar
Gaga's voice drifts out, it wreathes like kundalini
Smoke betwixt the tarot player's shuffle
Beautiful red lipped ebony skin Kali lifts her mescal
The necklace of shrunken white skulls of past lovers quiver at her
Perfect throat
OH THE RED BLOOD OH THE RED BLOOD BE ON THE CAL-EN-
- DAR
THE ONCE CLEAR SKY BLUE
EYE
PECKED OUT IN CROWS DARK
MEASURE
CAST OFF YOUR GOLD TRIMMED
SANDALS
NOW DUST TOED FEET TREAD UPON THE PIL-GRIMS
PATH
(OH DO WE OH DO WE) GO FORWARD OR STEP BACK IN
TIME
MEMORY/WILL DO THEY REST UPON THE LIMINAL
BORDER
SHAPE SHIFTER ON THE
YELLOW
SCHOOL BUS DOTH
CLIMB
OH THAT BOY THAT
BOY
HE FED 5 THOUSAND FACES WIV A LOAF OR
2
TOOK ONE FOLLOWER'S KISS TO SLAY
HIM,
WHAT'S A POOR GIRL TO
DO,
I SAY WHAT'S A POOR GIRL TO
DO ....
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The Minotaur pulls up outside and pays off the
Cabby
Before stepping toward the blue tarp makeshift door of
Low Keys Bar beneath the bridge at the edge of the Styx
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Canto Parts 2 and 3 in Search of Jocasta
for Poem Film Furies
The great bag of scums is asleep
Dirty bedraggled at the foot of Aphrodite's unmade
Camper bed on the window shelf facing east
Is a half eaten ham on wry sandwich the yellow
Blotch of mustard an aching stain below the raising roseate
Glow of dawn
Are you young are you old are you cowardly are you
Bold
Do you have dingle or do you have
Dangle
What's a girl to do the damn scripts bin
Stoled
Aphrodite's singing while putting on eye makeup
In the trailer's tight and drab
Bathroom,
A trick awaits, she leaves a note .... oh great bag of the scums
I'll be back, food in the fridge love Aphro
Next to the sandwich is a carton of engine oil a pack of Trojan condoms
Some Band-aids a broken chocolate bar a candle in a black
Glass Madonna container and some sage
Scumbag is dreaming or not the fresh morning light is like a lake walkway
It dissolves the heavy oaks the branches disintegrate the woods
Are a blaze of morning light dew crystals
Then there's a sudden lurch clocks hands run backwards a Chinese junk sails
Across the horizon a wooden horse goes up in flames
Jocasta Jocasta Jocasta The name echoes like an ancient memory like a lover's calling cry
When we were ten years old playing on the Fore Sand Beach the fishing boats leaning on one-legged bollards the tide out
We raced a beach running track you were so fast and beautiful shocking in your perfect
Energy
Jocasta Jocasta coming out of the sea eyes aflame thighs the same
Each rivulet of water like beads of a necklace silver glittering on your olive thighs
Your hair shadowy patches the rest shoulder brushing sea sun bleached blond all that summer long
Scumbag turns in his sleep, and
Thrusting face close to the dark cracked misted wall mirror
Shaves a death face
Gleaming with youthful luster
A certain elegance
Death with this radiant healthy face
Jocasta! It was his ten year old voice
But she was twenty he'd stayed ten
Jocasta, he wanted to say all the beauty all the never before excitement
She'd brought to the beach, her look her slow smile her long thighs her shining hair her olive skin her running.
But now everything was black
He was no longer a living seeing creature
Ja Cos Taaaaa
Your lips moist
No shadow of sadness
Sipping Sake
Come here
Lap upon lap
The last face the first
Face
A face always worth the looking
Features regular but not cold
The lips tightly closed with a soft strength
The long lashes
Tears welling slowly
From beneath the long lashes
Brimming over into glistening streams
Oh like the eyes of a traveler I see you for the last time
Bidding farewell to the beautiful vistas never to be seen
Again
Jocasta. Jocasta
Sound of a car outside the window
Scream of tires skidding in the snow
The sound of its horn echoing and reechoing
From the bedroom walls
PART 3
.... Like Like an island it rose like a solitary island in the ocean of a society going about its business
As restlessly as ever
Footsteps sounding on the stairway
The footsteps in this old house creek badly
Fond memories that creaking
Listening to its welcoming sound
Jocasta oh
Waiting in bed
Would hear it no more
Listening with such intense striving for every corner of every moment
Of this precious time
To be filled
Filled with the sound of those soft foot falls on the creaking
Stairway
The moments transformed to jewels
Jocosta sparkling with inner
Light
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Jocasta part 2 for the poem film Furies dedicated to Nico and Vivian
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Canto (im) Proper
Cassandra Takes to the Karaoke Stage
(Low Keys Bar Beneath the Bridge, Edge of the Styx)
Cassandra sings
.... and when you close this
Box this
Hope chest this
Coffin
And throw it into the Styx
Oh You oh Easy Cum Easy
Goes. And You oh cash handed Prophet of
Loss. And You oh light (fingers) at the end of every
Tunnel. And You, two black and white
Twins. False Truths and Honest
Lies
An You Reaper Most
Grim,
Wasuregig wats your intention where the fuck are
You
When it counts counts counts number number number. No, not
Numerology! Number! Number yourselves among the
Lost
The withered, the unconscious, the perversely deaf, the self satisfied
The supremely ignore rent
And You, you who is in the
Coffin
Pay attention to the the decision of
Truths
And the plummet of the balance according to its
Stance
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Oh Calypso Cassandra; when she sings her voice her pitch of three-pronged
Consciousness, vital
Her throat trembles, quivers, her blood remembers
How the flesh on her face become almost
Transparent
You can see her as 20 as 15 as 12
When the prophecy first come
She sing like Bob Marley she sing
Ska she sing Reggae she
Sing
She sing virgin she sing
Whore
The dead ain't
Dead
Down in the hidden chamber of the
Night
In the temple of
Dream
In darkness of the
Naos
In the eternal reoccurrence in auto regeneration
This renewal
At the heart of transformation
Entering the ever
Lasting ness of Nun
The undifferentiated darkness with its luminous potential of autopoiesis
You must in the 4th hour after total darkness and isolation
Draw the secret ignition; ignite your self transformation
See the burning
Water
Now you are rekindled
Assume the death posture
Now
Cassandra is singing karaoke in Low Keys Bar
Trading lyrics with Sinead O'Connor
And there's that tiny black
Prince golden ankh at his throat
Guitar in his hand
Playing Mozambique reggae boogie
Like a rain dance conniption
Cassandra staggers, a crash of thunder
Up back of them on the white stage
Curtain
A black and white film of Scumbag within the coffin
Hurtling toward the Styx ....
It's an ad for Hades One Way Delivery
Services
Voice by Heyoka
Kali Productions ....
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Canto 101 It Ain't All Black 'n White
Where the Coffin they Carry You off in Breaks
It's cinema verite in black 'n
White and in tones thru black 'n
White
It's the mad bad beautiful Monk two-fingering
Music
Plying the pentatonic scales / brilliant blurring black digits plinking / burnished with
Moonlight white ivories
Naked at the Steinway streets and interior shots of Harlem drift in and
Out
Threaded with aerial view shot between steep gorge River running wreathed in
Chiaroscuro ripple of sun dappled black and white the last bubbles the last
Gasp
Of Scumbag's coffin smoothed out dispersed in the rising mist of the mourning morning
Styx
Down down down we go deep in the bottom of the endless
Flow
Dark dark darker it gets gallons gallons down
Below
There's a twist there's a turn there's an inkling a pulse of a
yearn
Monk is playing a monk possessed hitting those keys like cardiac
Arrest
Flipping the time chasing the rapidly expiring
Fire
Playing like a mother at whose burning
Desire
Cassandra's laser eyes oh they pierce the
Depths
Monk's playing caressing her
Ear
Monk madly playing sphere upon
Sphere black naked playing on the Steinway
Rafted on the Styx
Standing straight up in the mourning drift of
Mist
The pale shroud unwound from Scumbag's body
Drifts to the edge of the shore
Transforms under Monk's pounding caressing black
Digits
We see those beautiful black fingers drawing that
Sound writing resurrection on Death's white
Sheet
It's a white buffalo calf on the West Bank
She witnesses
Drinking and looking directly where Cassandra
Sees
Brilliant black Monk fall down to his knees
The final note the final squeeze
Birthing that buffalo outa the
Styx
I hope it was a Dive extra played Scumbag, ya
Know
Laughs Aphrodite to Kali back of Low Keys Bar watching Heyoka's film
Show
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Canto Bucolic for Poem Film Furies
Top Shelf and Dawn
Breaker
Are lovers like Cranky and
Jonny are sweet
Hearts
They're sheltering under an interstate
Flyover bridge
All steel reinforcing and concrete
With the speeding traffic's constant din over
Head
The rain's falling heavily at a sun shot slant
Asleep, on a pile of dirty sheepskins
Odysseus snores a hangover
Off
There's a river just across the way
The rain hits its undulating tawny green surface so forcefully
It bounces
I likes the river more than the
Road
When she speaks Dawn Breaker lets out words slowly, gently
In a mysterious world
Odysseus grumbles half snorts belches breaks wind and opens
A bloodshot glazed blue
Eye
Stares as if seeing all his world before now and
After
The eye closes
Top Shelf, his homemade leather cowboy hat perched
On his balding broken-toothed
Head
Is figuring how to rekindle last night's
Fire
The other side of the
River
Black cows are
Sheltering
Under the
Cottonwoods
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Cantos Laird of Limbo
Beneath the painted buffalo bull
Skull
With the butterfly painted in lapis lazuli on its
Forehead
Across from the preserved outer badger skin
Head
An eagle feather snapped to the back of a lit lamp
Shade
Smoke of sage in the
Air
The wind in the fir trees is melancholy hard to
Bear
Dirt stuffed ears blindfold abandoned sacked thrown down the
Chute
An ignominious ending one that can bear no
Fruit
Memory and Thought shuffle in their unlocked
Cage Black Narcissus never so
Brave
The skulls in their crossed
Bones
The haunted whites of the eyes sinking in the oily pools of
Black
The evening is coming, has to, you
Know
There's blood in the offing / skullduggery will
Show
Out of the quiet out of the wood burning
Stove
Out of the mouth of the skinned badger’s head a story is
Told
Out of the memory out of the imagination out of the shadow out of the
Truth
Flickers / baying a electrical carved iced green lightning
Bolt
Out of the cosmos out of the matrix out of anger of badger
Breath
Badger words badger turds badger dis
Tress
"Practicing you've been practicing
For
Nothing; nothing's quite a practice / practice
Nothing, nothing in the morning nothing in the
Night …. Practice …. nothing. Go on, you'll be
Alright ."
Badger’s moving like a boxer like Mohammed
Ali
Throwing light throwing it tight swaying letting the oppositional tide
Flow
Letting it run ‘round him and then letting
Go
Black is your head with a slashing white lightning stripe from your nose to the back of your Neck
Your jaws so strong such powerful expression
"I would ask you to remember only one thing
The stories we tell have a way of taking care of
Us
If a story comes to you / care for
It
Give it away when
Needed
Sometime you need a story more than food to stay
Alive
That's why we put these stories in each other's
Memory
This is how we take care of
Ourselves
Yo dig you dig dig deep
Get beneath the skin of
Things
Yo dig dig deep minerals plants herbs
Roots dig you dig you dig dem
Roots
Speak sing tell it for us all dig
Dig deep.”
Later the vessel running
Backward
River of no re
Turn
Upflipped tossed and turned
Dragged drubbed drudged drugged and dredged smell of rotting blue grey below water
Soiled
In the wind / on the wind / sucked by which needy vacuous
Spirit?
A white plastic bag drawn thru the air currents against the blue
Sky
Against the bruise of beige trees against the faded yellow beds of dry corn husks
Between haughty heaven an’ handsome
Hell
It a picture of
You
Printed in black ink on the back of a Reisbeck's "great grilling starts
Here"
Missing endangered run
Away DOB 12 /9 1999 age now 18 Sex female race biracial hair brown eyes hazel height
4' 10" weight 135 lbs anyone having information should contact national center for missing & exploited children.........
(I 800 THE LOST)
The bag the message I'd finally returned and you / you were
Lost
Here in Ohio the wind in the street your picture on the back of a plastic
Bag blowing blowing way from me
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Canto Finding Jacosta for Poem Film Furies
Opening Scene Act I
Heyoka is writing with a raven feathered quill,
Dipped in black widow spider drool, on a pair of used white panties
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Notes for Scumbag who is being sent via the underground railway system
To hook up with Jacosta
1) Watch for the unconscious, ‘cause it agitates like the unexpressed memory
Of ancestral trauma
He scrawls on the first side of said document
Then he writes
2 ) Watch out for the revelation of a dialectic of contraries
Followed by
3) You will be honor bound to the cross of your own crucifixion
…. Scumbag thinks
"tThese are Heyoka's underground railway directions....?"
With a final flourish of his raven quill Heyoka prints:
SOWN MAN / DRAGONS TEETH / CURSE.
...fade
Act 2
From over the desiccated plain
Sorta Robin Hood Walt Disney Middle Ages merry England cartoon style
Come a tune bright an’ cheerful in full Hollywood color Roger Millerish
But suddenly as tho the tab of acid has just Hit the whole tenor of the feel
goes black and white noir and Roger’s out the
Window and in comes low down an’ dirty Edith Piaf
Song sung sorta Mac the Knife Brechtian style
with a dose of Sex Pistols thrown in for
Bad measure
"It'll cost ya
Dear
Daddy was a sown man now he's only gone an’ jumped off the castle
Wall
Didn't stop the plague at
All
Yer ole man didn't want to fuck
Ya
He preferred the
Boys
Youse gets him drunk and gets him
Laid
Get pregnant and this is how you’re
Paid
Yer ole man’s paranoid he's heard
His first born will be his
Demise
Sets your jus’ born babe on the mountain ankles pierced an’ hobbled to
Die
You pay the shepherd boy
To get him adopted
Away
Who threw this curse whose causing this cruel
Deal an you got crazy Creon for a bruv
Oppressed with cares
The flowering of your strength is only for a little while now
Followed by perverse mysterious promptings
After the age long trouble
Light after darkness
The scene changes from the bucolic desiccated plain opening scene of the young boy Derrick Jarman
Style his ankles cruelly pinioned
To a 30’s Berlin brothel a Nazi flag
As she Edith Piaf Marilyn Monroe White Buffalo Calf Woman
JA cos Ta
Sings yes, who threw the curse who’s causing this cruel
Deal
The sound of jackboots the sound of screams
Enter Creon
Fade
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