File spoon-archives/sa-cyborgs.archive/sa-cyborgs_1997/97-02-22.183, message 151


Date: Sat, 9 Nov 1996 00:46:59 -0600 (CST)
From: "N. Paris" <nparis-AT-blue.weeg.uiowa.edu>
Subject: Arranged Marriage (correct version) (fwd)



* Sent the wrong version earlier! This one is actually readable.

Sterling Hart
nparis-AT-blue.weeg.uiowa.edu


Arranged Marriage

She phoned
imbibed cordless
idea puppeting out a string of elusive
a ring glance circuited a closure from//them

The moment 
washed relaxation
down her to the floor
of her office
home.

The place held her
clothing lined and dampened
her body and heart appendix.

The naked bindi
soul and alone of her origin
he knew she felt 
in the distance his desire.

His mind felt the rush of beating
pressing his inner eye's vision
he allowed her warmth
a drop splashed through pleasure body
but he observed sublime.

She knew and was troubled by his periscope (I)
Shiva beneath the sea was an abstraction
capability is statistical 
in tension
psychological.

Samvarta surfaced from his prana
Yama. 
He teased her awake lightly.
No the fear of the world destroyed by the man.
Gone, forgotten, unthinkable, shared.
She shook her head at the notion of materialized
existential socialized value symbol.
Danced its mood of Jonestown.
Conspired a Congressman who found out.

She wanted his weight of voice, in beauty light.

The conferences/outside
cut tangents
an expanded
her to abstract generalities
mental constructions bridges
snapped the mask
cleaned the sooted paint.

Surrounded by the material power
the leaves hung near
an inner touch of him
beyond
the mask maker
stared the village
the bind 
the colorful
squat to pea
like a little girl.

She wanted the moment to not answer
the children with colored chalk
The leaves rushed by the wind 
painted the sidewalk
under the leaves at the bottom of the stairs 
all she could find was a notebook.

She knew he desired her in that moment
awake
She often heard voices on the edge of civilizations
no source
no memory
she knew them 
like her sister's accident 
back in Calcutta
before the phone rang
they spoke.

Now
the maskmaker
autonomous desire
squeezed her breast
and penetrated
a deep breath
the distance 
tabla running
the past yesterday
errands plan
the moment
caught up
shrunk to the clock ticking
in her office.

The morning coffee had brought
pendulums swinging gossip with a friend 
to become just a body
a car had gone past inwardly
luminous
in the aftermath of her journal.

She could learn
the art
write it out
lay white plaster
emerges rejection
mixed by
pulls her back to song...

She dared in her mind
courage to explore
what he said about her
the trains of separated men
and women left behind.

Partition
made light of suffering
the experience
controlled to restrain
the pollution 
of inner life
like the bag of kidney stones
and cigarette butts of semi's.
shaping colored signs.

Class approached with its knights
riding out in search 
of the purpose, the efficient
discriminating violence via satellite
the laser poked out the eye of the beholder
with shampoo legs and padam of the village. 
To even think that he didn't bring bangles.
she could not be recognized 
she must be demonstrable 
in blue jeans and catalogues.
her fingers pulsed up flicking from the thumbs.

But he reached her like a boy
past lives
she had asked him to defend the village from horseman
The boy looked at her with the eyes of the many 
already dead
Arjuna's Sun.

Historically dry crisp thoughts rippled in the heat
undulating waves of distortion
into the curve of her hips.
He dreamed the oasis of her being.
Mirage, she knew.
Why think when it is all arranged, she had said.

With Ganga in his hair
he looked up to her netti chutti of the sun
She happened to remember the brown dress of 
fired clay.

Prostitutes danced she hoped 
still 
feeling at the inspired flowered temple
she wore 
like music flowed in 
the software investors popular sex
shaped in a processor descended from the ape. 

She knew in that moment
the arrangements flavor like with a sidelong glance. 
She knew It was time
to write on a chalk board in front of the video cameras reaching 
the remotes. 

Chaste tenure was the rule of the 12th
She wound up the sruti box
patented occidental love.
He laughed with and inward listening
went the way of the cowboy to the Vedas.

Kalanadi's history lesson 
did not take notes
away
she looked
to feel her will in us
it simply expanded to Christ
Revolutionary turned temples and ran
gathering them all upon them 
the ballet people therapy 
the fans for the light on the overhead
were recovering academics.

New power in the heart
Land of the free
Home of the brave
Plato's caved in noble lie 
Decartes cannon 
fired by physicists bosses
just trying to get things done.








   

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