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Swedenborg's Airplane:
A Hymn (1745)
To be sung in the subjunctive mode...
He bobbled like a toy
upon unanswered prayers. He worked
his crimson oars as whales
move their sluggish fins; his blank face
was a wooden bead & brain hermetically sealed
englobed his gifted creed.
We did not see him sweat
or look upon the ground.
The rumble of Vesuvius
did not adjust his eye.
We lauded his invention
threading the autumn breeze:
a triumph allowed to man just once
by the love of a God who lathed
the bumble bee from Perfect Mind
& set it among the forms
subject to poverty.
The jesus-colored wings
lightly scissored sky,
the rudder like a sparrow's tail
preserved him in the deeps beyond
rude fumblings of our science.
We drew his toil with our pens.
(Distance made him doll.)
Madness made him brave
to swag above the towers;
he saw no angels there.
We did not see him fall.
We did not see him fall.
Fragment, [Of, A,] Hunt
Mane, part, fish, scale,
part, imbricated, fire, the, lion,
leaps, from, stone, to, w,i,n,n,o,w,i,n,g -(Eye)/
balances, on, signatures, of, roar,
&, A,s,h,u,r,b,a,n,i,p,a,l, draws, back, his, bow, takes, aim, beyond,
the, block's, black, cusp.
A, Warrior-King,
endued, with, valveless, fury. Carved, spears,
glide, within, a, rhythmic, sheath, of, stone.
Wheels, seem, to, thrum,
unspool, a, desert, thruway;-(Our eye)--
completes, the, story, of, a, hunt, done, long,
before, the, birth, of, E,v,e,r,y,m,a,n's,E,l,o,h,i,m.
Arrows, sundering, their, knotted, joints,
sculpted, lions, harden, like,
a, mountain, range, against, the, sight.
Can, tongue,
honor, the, torsion, of, these, stallion, hooves,
the, gathered, reins,
careering, chariot?
a,u,t,o,c,h,t,h,o,n,i,c, pomp, like, the, fields,
of, a, lodestone,
tricked, out, by, iron? cavo-relievo,
riders, of, cartoon, elegance?
blood's, granulated, gesture?
He, who, collected, wax, &, clay, oracles,
breathed, the, name, G,i,l,g,a,m,e,s,h,
made, loaves, of, brick,
sing,
(Fratricide-King),
Roar,
wounded, geometry,
brailled, beneath, our, fingers,
(c,o,r,b,e,l,s,t,a,c,k,e,d,o,n,c,o,l,u,m,n),
&, beyond,-the, first, red,
chaos, a, ziggurat, rises:
A,S,H,U,R,B,A,N,I,P,A,L,
its, theme.
Shelley
1.
Glamoured faces
Peered through brackish smoke
At the gosling boy
Ember-riddled, golden.
It was heady, necromantic work
To perform a deed so joyful, so obscene:
Sifting an asbestos heart for souvenir
As Byron sulked behind a tepid wave.
2.
Glow through the storied night, iron furnace,
crucible,
Render the matter down to a vulgar glitter:
The legend dulls like a beard of tin
Tacked to the chin of a skull.
Yet we still bend to it
thrust our hands among the smoking mirrors
drag the anvils near.
Jesse Glass
>>>Riding the Vent
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