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Ötzi: your closed and dreaming eyes

“………..the mummies were entirely petrified, and could have been carried from one place to another like blocks hewn from a quarry. There were four of them, and they represented four different types of microcephalic mankind, the sort who lived in the world during the Metallic Age, the period between the nineteenth and twenty-second centuries. However, craneoscopic examination did show that they had attained a certain degree of mental development, roughly of the level of apodic man, that is ‘man without feet’, which existed during the age known as the Metallic Age, or the Movement Age.”

Life and death are but a dream

and all the world in dreams is grown;

dream is life itself to a man,

dream is death to the stone.

 

On your closed and dreaming eyes

one idea is drawn:

Worth far more than a man who sees

is the blindness of the stone.”

 

 

The Ruins of Granada

(Source)

1899 – Ángel Ganivet  (Translated by Marian Womack)

 

It looks a lot like a murder

The usual cold case ,……….

20 or maybe 30 years old,

but Now –

a case 5,300 years old,……

 

TIME & SPACE RECEDES –

Finally, the Truth arrives –

glacial evidence.

 

SHOT –

probably from quite a distance,

about 30m –

not a close-contact killing;

it’s a distance of the heart,………… Killing.

 

 

“If there was Hate,

if it was Jealousy,

if it was Revenge,……

we will not be able to tell you.”

He was the Other.

 

The Heart has reasons, that Reason knows not.

 

A heated heart turns cold,

hot blood pleads with frozen ground –

rock hard sky & ice bear witness.

 

…..the Stone Age hunter – who was felled by an arrow that penetrated his left shoulder, causing him to fall and hit his head on a Stone, after which he bled to death – has proved just as popular as a tourist attraction. “The figure of Ötzi, with his mythical grandeur, allowed us to look into the past to see what it tells us about the present,…..”

Source: The Guardian -stone age survivor Ötzi

 

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Process Notes

1. The image was a blend of my oven pan abstracts and a reconstruction of Ötzi’s face. The composition was my attempt to emulate Richard Guest’s intriguing portrait sketch – also see his post Paintings for the homes of our new Brexit rulers.

 

2. The Ruins of Granada” (1899) is unique in that it is one of Spain’s first speculative fiction stories and its author, Ángel Ganivet (1865 — 1898), was known mostly for his “serious” writing which helped genre fiction enter the mainstream of Spanish literature. It combines prose and verse, and is influenced in narrative form by contes philosophiques ( philosophical dialogue tales ) You can read the full translation by Marian Womack on the Weird Fiction Review at the links provided.

3. The haunting vocal performance by Katya Chilly carries a primal emotional power that conveys both the distant past, and the uncertain horizon of the future.

4. I incorporated found poetry and Haiku stanza in the text of this post. Links to sources of the text are found within the lines.

 

 

 

 

 

Planet of the Texturians : A Giant’s Bones, Slow Carved Tears

Sins are stopping by,

the scales assume full-soul-song;

Tone’s justice is so.

 

Found in the ruins –

a giant’s bones, slow carved tears,

cloud -singers’ voices.

 

Expedition Transmission  # 1

Since arriving on the Planet of Texturians, there are few things stopping researchers from exploring the Lines & Words  that cover the great cliffs of memory. It is estimated by our chronologists that the scales of time are moving to the melodies heard in the cavernous halls of learning.  We must assume full-soul-song retrieval will require quatrain gene sequencing.

 

 

These Visitors  live in slow-time.  They flitter about like jewel-moths, blind to our  efforts at communication.  So excited by our minor arts – so deaf to tachyon cadence.  They will eventually recognize us only as ghosts . In the mean-song we record their soul-light into our archive-stanzas. It will add new inflections and metaphor accents for  future sonata-landscape chorus narratives & the staging of further docu-dreams.

 

 

Expedition Transmission # 5

Lost a second Team member – like the first one, they became erratic in behaviour, convinced that there are sentient inhabitants observing us.  Also claimed that the ghost of the first missing member could be seen/heard in the textual remains that we located on levels eight & nine.  There are definitely unusual vibrational levels when psychological similes readings are applied  to calligraphy scans. Temporal distortions may account for the variations without attributing any hyper-dimensional life-form activity.

 

 

The synthesis and lighting time – Home and roaming.

 

Deep angles cut air –

walking backwards, memory,

playful laughter runs.

 

This  fragile form swims –

currents twist in vague tear-tides,

so like a child’s laugh.

 

 

The last of these travellers from across the star-streams have finally arrived at some level of understanding.  No longer unaware of our reality level. Their joy-fear is very intense – will enter the weave-cycle in an effective resolution. Glorious glyph tragicomedies  are now being composed . Tomorrow we will present this in the melodrama-masque lens projection. Extempore fields will reach the outer orbits  of the star cluster.

 

 

Planet of The Texturians : Lines of Communication

The Planet of the Texturians  opens the lines of communication. They worship the Word and the Line, but few can find their way to their intricate interpretations of perception and constructed realities. 

Pages & Maps: Archival  Reports

Soft Phonemes flash by-

making hard Morphemes tremble,

a gentle rain falls –

thoughts pool up clear reflections,

ripples expand directions.

 

A Cartography of Thoughts from other spheres can be used to find a type of meaning in uncertainty.  There are shorelines that touch Memory; this is where Time translates Experience into foreign tongues. Hyper-Temporal drift  creates parallel identities. Which One is the I ?

A DADAIST POEM – DIRECT COMMUNICATION

 

Are smiles damaged – was transfusion ?

And then,….. before stool house,

lightning hounds cry.

 

Sleeps too, my doctor frozen,

they think wool stones with known woods,

A Jacobian opinion –

 

farmhouse horse, nose village,

tool twine tools –

ashes sorts One Sleep –

evening,…. eyes broken,

modify, respectable I am;

A Transformation Theatre……

 

 

Between,….. often these wings,

then get sand off;

Go two up, Fate Green –

some soften his years,

as a starry vegetable woods.

 

{ Sadly this  intercept was beyond their orbit, now arises the uncertainty of simile vectors on the waves of a sudden discourse. Perhaps the tachyon ships will arrive at a point of singularity,… if their metaphor propulsion engines are intact.}

 

In the garage don’t stand,

Only Silence before Behaviour Lakes.

 

Snow miles out-numbered stiff vagabond;

Go knee woods of bells;

Calls shaken torn bands perfectly –

it watched it in a thesis of her darkest skin.

 

Sins are stopping by the scales;

Assume full-soul-song;

Toe just is so.