File spoon-archives/sa-cyborgs.archive/sa-cyborgs_1998/sa-cyborgs.9811, message 5


From: iview-AT-technologist.com
Date: Tue, 03 Nov 1998 08:01:36 -0800
Subject: Re: the veil


Daniel Carter wrote:
> 
> Manjusree wrote:
> 
> >Words veil masks of motherhood, fatherhood, childhood life
> expectations
> 
> veil upon veil mask upon mask mask upon veil veil upon mask coverup
> clothe the clothing skin covering skin covering skin
>


coverups masks clothes washed hung dry clogged fibrous porous trapped
demons in steel mortar bricks glass veil unveil raw scrapes falling off
ivory towers

 
> >override weary-to-the-bone meditations online reveal another mask
> unveil
> 
> reveal reveil uncover recover hide 'n' seek ahhhh the children come to
> rescue re-askew the camera angle tilts and (swivel-)twists new torques
> enter/de-center the question in oceans' lotion soothe with what? have
> we only just fallen? is there no other sighed rise relief easier
> breathing breeding bleeding done at least for a moment's oasis oar
> sister hold held aloof beyond beyond aloof for a second and a third
> moment? the breathing continued even more easy though haunted by
> classic apprehension worry stress tightness tension kin t' wrong-use
> clock induced
> 


classic classique obsequious concessionary kids family call HR benefits
headless armless toothless dismemberment insurance cries for parenting
lamenting children leaves colored roses black widow webs across sky
scrapers stressing girded pavement below


> >torured soul grind mustard seed protect child son daughter sibling
> 
> t' lured soul through culture prism most anywhere from this limited
> limiting perspective squeezed blue until the reversed occurrence
> obliterated seed though some seed git through strong enough for rocks
> and stone she shelter melt in a dream vapor nor are we left with
> nothing though it is all no thing
> 


no thing nothing some thing something thing thinning perspective culture
prism broadens color spectrum white light consumes all


> >brother sister hoods what is real anymore not i the god/goddess says
> 
> which way do we go? smoke-filled maze standing outside in the cold
> corporate shadows lungs to thus fill until snap it be time the return
> ghostmodern florescent mines the beautiful demonic humors of the
> dayvision dark nest illuminations blessings blisses for happy
> terminals beaconings seedlights soil to nurture
> 


ghost-post-modern beacons terminate shelved corporate lives one by one
snuffed out seeds ground in dirt sprouts mashed smashed wounded beyond
repair sickened worried stressed bloodless heaps of strangulated grass
roots the mustard seed lies dies dead


> >ponder the humor.
> 
> launder the consumer zen dim back t' work unknown to (her/him)self
> uncertain opportunities their mostly good hearts though constant loss
> of life too much of the walking dead so why the optimism? oh it's in
> the air and in the weather of each other 'round the globe though the
> cost is mad murder.
> 

opti-prism of mad mass murder girdered skyscrapers hurtle optimistic
corporate forecasts of bodies to circle Earth goddess dying a slow
death.

-Manjusree

> Daniel

   

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