Showing posts with label l'eve future. Show all posts
Showing posts with label l'eve future. Show all posts

song of dolores (2008, 1937, 1640)


   


It’s tru c vrai 

Each night she casts her runes
In standard three tense formation;
All that is, that calls, that will be.



If he calls her baby, he might feed 
Her goat and tattoo his name on 
Her thigh. If he does, if he calls.


She rocks slowly as the 10 pisastre
Lido spins slowly to a gentle halt;
Le Dix de Deniers, her first sign.

Someone is singing far away





Hall-i-day's lay-dy, 
he-heey Johhhnny's girl, 
itsa no goo-od business t’kill a man, 
but little girl, ‘ow could you have known?





Danny is at the door telling her
To zip her boots, hitch her shorts,
And pack those things away before

She walks

Or hears clapping in her head 
From 1937, sees an English general,
The Kit Kat club, a girl called Amra







93% humidity








His body shudders as he sinks
Down through wet Cairo in June.
Wipe me down, baby, with a towel.

Amra wipes



The Suez canal, l'Eve future, his
Face an antenna in a storm,
Coming into and out of reception.











She just goes through his eyes.
You alone makes you alone;
Lune à l'envers, your second sign.












Halliday's lady lifts her skirt for
Our Johnny of the Bare Thigh,
Patrons, punters, future's Eve.

A man who says Y'can't read Dee,
Agrees that he don’t quite care to,
Says, they’ll only break yer heart.







She walks the corridor to blue,
The pole to pink, sings Johnny
softly singing Juh-Johnny's girl. 





While



Dolores walks on blanket ground
Mottled purple by the flower that
Several countries claim their own,

Huana, the new girl, spins around,
an ouroboros tattooed on her hip bone.
Le Jugement, Dolores, your third sign.








I am fourwalled with myself
thinking of Egypt : Athanasius,
give it up, I hear the voices say.


Brothers, I cannot.







At school, Dolores wrote names,
Circled them with hearts drawn
In metallic mint rollerball pen

First 

Steph, then Paul, Gil, Jackson;
and even her brother once, Yul,
When he spent the night in jail


But strong-like,

Huana sips gin to herself,
Snarls Fuck Off to all the johns,
Asks Dolores your rising sign,



hon?

It’s pisces, isn’t it? you’re swimming

Inside the ouroboros' ring where
Space stutters and does but remains
Time to be herded in circles.











Huana in metallic ball point pen.
Huana too is water, she could order
Oh-nly pickles, Jay y’hear?! for tea.









Huana says, I do not like Other 
Girls, I am jealous of all women,
Even my granma, and she knew it.




I look at their hair and think of 
Touching their lips, of their faces
On pillows, and compare my own.






Dolores is number 4 on her speed
Dial, Huana calls to ask about His 
Past and where they all are now?











Dee, did y’hear 

A two-headed snake was born here, 
And its got both *looks down nods*
It’s a no good sign, Dolores, uh-uh.





It is not quite as you might think:
Hieroglyphics, your honour, in 1650.
We didn’t even have the cartouche.




Inside the ouroboros' ring 
Space stutters but remains 
Time to be herded in circles.

If it does, if it falls.

If it is, if laid thus.





















a simulated experience or a dream; simultaneous reality and fantasy; And if thou gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into thee; Ghost in the Shell l'Eve Future FN AK






The Android, as we've said, is only the first hours of Love, immobilized, the hour of the Ideal made eternal prisoner / l'Andréïde, avons-nous dit, n'est que les premières heures de l'Amour immobilisées, l'heure de l'Idéal à jamais faite prisonnière

This spectral vision could cloud my eyes, my senses, my soul; but could I ever forget that she is nothing personal? My self-consciousness cries out to me coldly: how does one love zero? / Vous pourrez troubler mes yeux, mes sens et mon esprit par cette magique vision: mais pourrai-je oublier, moi, qu'elle n'est qu'impersonnelle? Comment aimer zéro? me crie, froidement, ma conscience.

Auguste, comte de Villiers de L'Isle-Adam; L'Eve Future, 1886


That's all it is: information. Even a simulated experience or a dream; simultaneous reality and fantasy. Any way you look at it, all the information that a person accumulates in a lifetime is just a drop in the bucket.

If the essence of life is information carried in DNA, then society and civilization are just colossal memory systems, and a metropolis like this one, simply a sprawling external memory.

Who can gaze into the mirror without becoming evil? The mirror does not reflect evil, but creates it.

>> Batou x 2, Major Motoko Kusanagi / Ghost in the Shell 1 & 2 / 1995, 2004


When one contemplates the streak of insanity running through human history, it appears highly probable that homo sapiens is a biological freak, the result of some remarkable mistake in the evolutionary process. The ancient doctrine of original sin, variants of which occur independently in the mythologies of diverse cultures, could be a reflection of man's awareness of his own inadequacy, of the intuitive hunch that somewhere along the line of his ascent something has gone wrong.

>> Arthur Koestler / The Ghost in the Machine / 1967


He who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby become a monster. And if thou gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into thee.

>> Friedrich Nietzsche / Beyond Good and Evil; Prelude to a Philosophy of the Future, 1886