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TAKE 0
The near-past-future-present day after yester-morrow.
Technotronic tableaus abound; binary worlds and
zip-driven dataverses of ever-increasing cyber-connectivity.
Positing the thought-processes inherent to such
subjective meta-narratives approaches madness. intently
stalking perceptual reality upon digiglass-encrusted
claws.
What would such a landscape - such as it could be
- be like? How would it manifest the cultural discourses
of a vibrant and widely-diverse population? How
would childhood be defined, in such a venue? These
questions lap against the endless nano-shores of
wildly chaotic facades, leaving the depths unremarked
upon, dark and cold, reflecting the uncalculated
vagaries of the human soul.
TAKE 1
technotronic tableaus task the temporal theme, causing
confusion and clamorous calamity. planets collide,
driven by lust and anger. gods rule the virtual
omniverse, wretched humanity unbound in time and
space. cybernetic lives, lost in loneliness and
digital damnation.
thoughts take on substance in the virtual void.
from the vantage point ofamenta, osiris observes
odin, steadfast in valhalla, only dimensional portals
distant. the valkyries fly, to be met by gargantuan
falcons, eyes alight with the divinity of horus's
flames. isis rises as mermaids and sirens capsize
europeans while trolls and druids rock to the smooth,
mellowy soul of elvis as aretha and lauren look
on, weeping, from the apollo and james plummets
over the balcony, 'good god' screaming from his
lips.
the sun also rises; the transmigration of souls
on carnival, touring the virtual reality of their
choice. vast, wave-like crowds ebb and flow on
pleasure planets devoted to the darkest debauchery:
the highest goals of humanity corrupted by the foul
stench of tainted meat, the flesh underlying the
dream.
for even in the dream-state, a certain sense of
unreality permeates every thought. every action,
ever gesture is laden with double meanings, every
engagement, stolen moment of passion ruined by the
clammy certainty that nothing is real. the gods
cavort, distorted in gluttonous ecstacy and painful
tragedy, the soul of steel revealed, enraptured,
captured by the flesh, the bones of the world aeons
deep and rivers old.
TAKE 2
technotronic tableaus task the temporal theme, causing
confusion and clamorous calamity. children weep
and sleep, awake to play all day in fields of green
and dreams of castles and steam-engines, heroes,
cowboys and injuns, dolls, child goddesses creating
mental montessoris, minds flying in wonderous amazement,
no impossibilities, rules or anomolous homilies
to abide by, free to be and do as does please the
law, such as it is not. minds unbound sound quite
like chaotic flight at night, creating worlds to
bat about like so many marbles.
profoundly utter narcissistic tendencies, encouraged
from the youngest age, virtual lives lived in the
matrix as AI covertly alters the fabric of our dreams,
creating reality based upon its remorseless needs.
planets die - cracked to the core - to feed the
burdgeoning populace, automation of nations demands
plans set for eternity awash upon the shores of
peace and tranquility. the body's deception denied
by the inquiring mind, connected, brother to mother
to friend to enemy.
TAKE 3
technotronic tableaus task the temporal theme, causing
confusion and clamorous calamity. deserted wastelands,
continental crust cracked, fissures of fire add
soot to the blackened sky. whiteness beacons against
the dark, manifesting as walls of ice, kilometers
high, continents wide as the sleepers sleep, lives
lived elsewhere.
planet after planet after planet. glutinous disaster,
ecologicalplundering, consumption and waste at the
galactic scale. raw materials continously feed
the useless eaters as the universe spirals and destinies
merge and dance in conterpoint harmony to the music
of the spheres, vibrating beyond light and matter,
into the darkness of primeval creation.
these are the dreams of the soul-lost, tossed between
despair and gratuitous affairs, a population of
vampires, suckling, buckling beneath the blood-bloated
belly of the beast. dreams become reality when mindscombine
in time and space, technology's face turned within.
the
possibilities are unlimited by the laws of material
spaces as egoism unbound explores infinite realms
and inner places, the multitude sighs, faces alight,
as demogogues realize that GOD, after all, does
play dice.
Copyright © 1999 Mark A Rockeymoore
All Rights Reserved
A
Geographic Information Systems (GIS) Analyst and
Help-Desk by day, rebel writer by night, Rockey
is a husband and father who enjoys reading, meditation,
Tae-bo and the deconstruction of meta-narratives,
all for the purpose of completing the cipher divine.
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