As the White Albatross, a symbol of our own divinity crashes upon the turnpike of Industrial thought, so the detergents, an adherance to principle, lead down a trodded path lite by the lyre of distortion's inherant humanism. Beastiality, comunion with the spirits of pure instinctual function, denote freedom of contortion of fluids. Binding thus the lower octave of Mars with a primary brain of distinction of what consititues Base in a reality of etherism when i am otherwise, since this and all the framework of intellectual constructs imprint DNA encodement as the leaf upon the soiled pages of poetic time deterred once again in equality whence faces whince in sexual expression of the Hierophant.
Percy denotes freedom. Let it be so and always so, the poet a vessel to bring into convergence the etherial network of man which is and is not. Shall it be said the base material consciousness, a vibratory rate illusory existence like me on wine, lowered depressant to think inhibition denotes God sent will to perceive Saturn, the archeype of systems of man, a civilization that falls in time as though a dimension to love, just as the base gives fruit to the seed of which poetics come, Saturn, time and society shall only free us upon ourselves. In this existence where we do constitute our reality, we have made, collectively, a society based on the base. We rise as poets, surely, though as the wolves shall not circumceed the slowest of the pack lest he shall move faster, society keeps the base at now lest we shall come to a collective state of evolution higher relative to that of now. What this does for us is a gift. To buy time we pay in base desire the very material realm of existance that constitutes the nature of the base. Blessed be such banality for within such are the entrapments of man in which we contort our physical mind to wrap language into a Gyro and chow down on the meats of a labor very much so that relative to meat we create spells upon which human experiences the self. An open dimension for direct application, (Virgo) of the etherial, the poet, GOD, (Neptune) and through the realms of the material, the base phenomenon, we are the bridges to give words, a more direct standard to communicate wherein before were mere grunts and silence only.
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I've read through this three times, and lack the intellectual fortitude to comment to your level. I must say you have a grasp of the subject. It is interesting to read, but I am unable to create a logical response without saying the cliche, "I liked it." I love the feel of the writing and the parallels drawn from the planets and Gods to the work of Shelley. Maybe this is the next plateau I need to reach in my own poetic self as an elitist. :-) Cheers!
we should talk sometime. might help me understand more of what it all means too. peace.
This is delightful. You would have made a great Romantic (or Beat, which is basically the same thing).
Have you considered applying to Naropa?
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