File spoon-archives/lyotard.archive/lyotard_1998/lyotard.9812, message 96


Date: Thu, 17 Dec 1998 16:47:00 -0800
Subject: Offering


PARALOGIC OFFERING

I.
perceive the world's contingency
put away the mad, the strange, the suspect
in the light of burned-out stars
a mortal life gutters out


II.
beneath blood-sodden skies
a god is laughing like a child
a green frog dead upon the grass
here on the slaying ground
a painted god sheds painted tears


III.
the tattered lives of epileptic saints
where passion dreams
eroded by unending sorrow


IV.
came to a land of starving dogs
the birds are singing out of tune
manic killers in the streets
covered bodies in dark rooms
candelabra in the gloom
boots crunch on cobblestones
a murmur from the town
the deadened conscience of the world

why does the hangman pause?


V.
yes, oh yes, God's dead", he said
let's write an ode to Nietsche's mom


VI.
I'm singing trees and birds and flowers
a buoyant breath of life and song
dappled shadows drifting by
press crusted leaves against the eyes


VII.
upon the eyelids of the dead
a veil of silence
a veil of wallness
trembling dust
a gasping bird
the village sleeps beneath the moon
a fluency of architectures

always the wind, and swirl of leaves


IX.
words, like splinters pierce our veins
darkness thickens, boulders sleep
we have recourse to the shrink
poetry and dreams
the soul a-tremble...
beneath the shell-white moon


X.
beside our hut of sticks and reeds
amid the shadows of the the trees
every 100 years all new people
make speeches and show charts


XI.
sing softly in a minor key
sing softly as a cradled child
sing how the moment now exists


XII.
dreams and distance
drowsy sweetness of desire
human information processors with legs
trudge down the road of life


   

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