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.

Postcard from Other-side

Having a great time, just need to adjust to the quaint customs and local environment. Beautiful out on the piazza – noonday shadows dance so elegantly. No problem as long as you don’t step between movements. The colourful cracks in the pavement create fascinating patterns, and are incorporated into the street art. It is not difficult avoiding stepping on them when they are in motion, even at night; they’re very luminescent. The odd little birds that everyone warns you about only sing in the early hours before dawn, so tightly sealed windows and closed blinds are necessary. Very peaceful here, really.

 

Alternative Realities: Mass Media Clues

 

 

Looking at Mass Media artifacts ( plays, book & movie titles, pop culture tag lines) through a Mandela Effect – Mandala Mirror, we find a list from an alternative history.

 

 

Titles

Harry Potter and The Philosopher Stoned ! – from the fantasy series by J.K.  Leary

For Whom The Bell Trolls  – historical novel about the Nordic Civil War by J. E. R. R. Hemingway

Prides & Prejudice – H. R. Haggard’s epic  verse novel about class structure and the British-Hungarian African Empire.  Haggard’s tragic hero, Lord Darcy Greystoke ( Tarzan of the Lions ), represents the African European identity at the crossroads of a new century.

Sons and Loafers  –  self help/autobiography by G. K. Chesterton about growing up in the family bakery business.

Oklahoma Crude !  – first Hollywood 3D Musical was directed by Carrie Fisher.  Fisher’s screenplay & triumphant adaptation of the beloved Broadway Musical by Lenny Bruce and Richard Rodgers started the new era of film musicals.

The Good, The Bad and The Bigly  – political thriller movie  directed by Alfred Hitchcock

Star Wars: The Last Deli –  the final  part of George Lucas’s Broadway musical trilogy about New York ‘s great Chefs.

The Maltese Trashcan ( The Age of Art Deco Noir 1920-1957 )  – art history text by Ivanka

Arsenic and Old Origami – Louis Armstrong’s ragtime operetta about the birth of the Civil Rights Movement & Trade Unions during the 1937 General Strikes led by the North Western Origami  Workers.

Hamlet, Prints of Cranes  –  Collodion Photography, Cyanotype Art & Poetry by Akira Kurosawa, translated from Japanese by William Shakespeare

 

 

Tag Lines, Phrases & Slogans

 

In Space no one can hear your WIFI Stream

Just Stew It

Frankly My Dear, I don’t give a Hydroelectric Dam

A Diamond is for Drilling

All the Chews that fit with Mint

The Seven Purple Sages of Man

Stray Palms and Carry On Ragtime

I’d walk a mile for a Caramel Malt Shake

Smelts in your mouth, not in your hands

Please Don’t Squeeze the Chairman

 

Bill Hicks’s clone is alive: An Implied Space

Bill Hicks‘s clone is alive

(a radio/YouTube Truth Seller)

The Ontario Canada Connection

(not Grimsby – See War of 1812)

makes you question

“The Official Laws”

&

Why Blind River ?”

 

     

 

water runs downward –

catching thoughts splashing upwards,

rocks of doubt now smooth.

 

  

Ukraine looks to Canada –

Help –

Modernize Military’s ‘Soviet Mentality!”

Now – just

Consider Crimea & The Spanish Netherlands

Can it be anymore Obvious ?!!

Look at the coastline.

False Flag 1DF !


Distant lands call out

the very thought of you now –

remember me please.


Bill Hicks’s clone believes

he is reincarnated –

Isabella Clara Eugenia.

 

 

remembrance of things,

past knowing eyes, many names –

multiple faces.

 

 

But who is Alex Rosencrantz G. Jones, really ?

A Performance artist & Existentialist Playwright.

( Eugène Ionesco psychodrama by way of Bio-engineering)

Excerpt from his Most Recent Work:

Lines from a-n on/going Campai(g)n[e]

( Staged Scenes in Free Verse )

Alas, I can not rotate,

distance still equal to zero.

It depicts the Solitude & the Insignificance;

Off Human Existence,

steps Truth in a tangible way. – The President

 

Letters & small dogs,

it’s like the Hò Hao Oho. – The Attorney General


Walking in summer sunshine,

a white-washed provincial village,

under intense blue sky,

pebbles caught between my toes

like alternative Fractal Factuals. – The Chesterfield Counsellor

  

I have been a surrogate,

at The Thyme Oar Two,

Oh, that rowing campaign.

I did not have communion

with The Spanish Netherlands,

while getting out the boat. – The Attorney General

  

The Thyme Oar Two,

excellent drinks,

the dancers wore out

stalkings.

Communion –

I am not a believer.  – The Slavic Ambassador


To stay where she is fýgar,

immigration powers ply the pylons.

In Calais the children

skip stones across the water.

Pipe Marches to the beat

of the Various Rich,

as the Interior sleeps

the way of the previous thrush. – The President


  Shocking. – The Chesterfield Counsellor


Criminal. – The Slavic Ambassador

 

Conspiracy. – The Attorney General


So sad. – The Public’s Persona


I laughed when you said,

you were leaving.

It never entered my mind. – The President

  

There are seven days in a week. – The Public’s Persona 

    

The ceiling is up. – The Chesterfield Counsellor

   

The floor is down . – The Attorney General

   

 I have several children. – The President

 

I have several children. – The Attorney General


I have several children.  – Unnamed Actor who looks like President

  

I have several children.The Slavic Ambassador 

 

All stupefying,

as they are All,

so indisputably True.

Who knew it was so complicated ? – The President

 

Let me check my phone.

I am getting my origami

confused with cross stitch. – The Chesterfield Counsellor

   

Theatre that invokes

an imaginative Truth

expels false facts

fogging facile faculties,

greatly held units,

and /or property of Hama. – Unnamed Actor who looks like President

People crack.

Make your removed I

by extension as

an extensive frozen field/forest

trekking away.

Footprints white/blank

filling up with hope/fear. – The Public’s Persona

  

You look like the man. – The President

  

What man ? – Unnamed Actor who looks like President

   

You do. – The President

Hoodoo ? – The Public’s Persona


Fidus Achates” – the Prompter.


We all know that line, but which character says it ? – UFO Janitor.

Characters exit to applause. After applause ends and all is silent, the Audience then enters and takes their seats.