Showing posts with label Cantos. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cantos. Show all posts

Liffissippi River to Joyce's Poundland

...and when the mode of the
music changes
                           the walls of the
                                    city shake

     a perspective from relative place
                  humbled individual to their part
in universe and other

single individuated mind
                                      in time
gathering tales and knick knacks
               of history into a trick bag

do you feel melody and riddim’
in verse
       word sound image sandwiches
attention to source
                   to _____ and just story

word jazz s c r a b l e m and
recontext' of everything
                   in John Coltrane and
James Joyce

              Pound’s eccentricity flows
to American in Europe, Joyce’s concentricity
                                       circulates the planet

two sides of a new shiny coin
                                    ideograms on side a
                         hologrammic prose on the flip

two torrential rivers of ink
                         bleeding shared currents
                                                           liffissippi

Joyce’s Be-Bop and
                             Pound’s symphonic compositions
cut and mixed together

Homeric history and Ulysses
                       in a conch shell sunset
                                  and a Dublin street fight

the inner
Joyce and the
outer
                     Pound dynastic index
                         Irish American tell all tales

The Cantos awake
                         a wake Cantos:
                 a dream/nightmare from
which I am trying to awake
(not)

                sleepwalking giants leave
                       footprints in the mud
trackers reverse the prints
                                      into beasts

explicit Cantos give us facts
              weights and measures, the dates
places, names and flames to wit

                     implicit Finnegan offers us
truer ficts, rubber inches,
           neurological realism and the funnies

...like J.C's Ballads versus
                                                   Stellar Regions
              it’s a whole different thing
                                       consistent in its genius

                  'FW is psycho-archaeology
        Dr Wilson said.
             'no mystery about the Cantos,
Pound said.
                                             they are the tale of
                        the tribe


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Finnegans_Wake
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Cantos
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tale_of_the_Tribe


--Steve Fly
Amsterdam, 9th June, 2013

Q is for Quotes: from Canto LXXXVII by Ezra Pound redirected to the World Banking Cabals of 2008.



Was De Molay making loans without interest?
Church councils bumbling, Fanatics do not understand interest.
-----
infantilism increasing till our time,
attention to outlet, no attension to source,
That is: the problum of issue.
Who issues it? How?
-----
"Pity to stamp save weight."
Always the undertow,
gold-bugs against ANY order,
Seeking the common (as Ari says)
Practice for squeeze.
-----
"Nowt better than a share (Mencius)
nor worse than a fixed charge."
That is the great chapter, Mencius III, I, III, 6.
-----
"but", said Antonius, "Law rules the sea".
"And that the state shd/ have benefit
from private misfortune,
-----
...between the usurer and any man who
wants to do a good job (perenne) without regard to production -- a charge for the use of money or credit.
not in my time, not under me."

Quoted from Ezra Pound Canto LXXXVII.

LS is for Li Sao and Canto CXIII

for Bob.


"And the road upper apple-boughs

mostly grass-covered

And the olives to windward

Kalenda Maja

Li Sao, Li Sao, for sorrow

But there is something intelligent in the cherry-stone


--Ezra Pound, Canto CXIII.


LI SAO by Qu Yuan

I cultivate plenty of fragrant thoroughwort
And plant a multitude of orchid
With ligusticum and sweet grass on the ridges
And inter cropped wild ginger and dahurican angelica.
I wish they grew tall with luxuriant branches and leaves
That I can reap when they grow up.
I lament not that they may wither
But they go degenerated and mixed with disorderly weeds.
I am dressed in the garment
Made up of water cal trop leaves and lotus.
I won't care if I am not to be understood,
So long as I remain lofty and honest.
Putting on a high official hat,
I adorn myself with long ornaments.
Even though the fragrant and clean
Are nowadays mingled with the filthy,
My moral characters are never harmed and corrupted
That are so perfect and pure!

Setting out from the Change Mountain at dawn I keep driving
Till I arrive in the middle of the Kunlun Mountains at dusk.
Here I want to have a stop
In front of the carved doors of Immortals' Palace,
For the sun is soon setting.
I order Xihe, the chauffeur of god of Sun, to pull up his chariot
So it won't come near to the Yanzi Mountain
Where the sun enters and sets.
Along the long and far-reaching road
Up in Heaven and down to Earth I will seek!

Qu Yuan

A is for Awake: FW title plays

Acrillic Figa
The following is a fresh poem i just spat out, which is fourteen anagrams of Finnegans wake. After that are quotes i collected and posted at maybelogic academy six months ago titled "3000 years of psychedelic poetry, Finnegans wake and the Cantos" Read them! And read them again.....


Finnegan wakes, awake eng finns,
finnegan askew, a fake news ginn,

Weaken gas finn, weakening fans
Nasa knife gwen, Anna fiske gwen

Fake anne wings, fake anna sewing
Ages waken finn, Sage waken Finn

Wake fang nines, fakes wang nine,
Insane fag knew: sneak fang wine,

Wage sneak finn, fang nina weeks
waking ann fees, wahe snake finn,

Fawn ask engine, fan wan seeking,
a swan gene fink, fawn sank genie

Gas ann week fin, fan as gene wink,
Gnaw as knee fin, nag as week finn

flynagains awake.


"This is bureaucracy, " said dionysus, and he smashed his wine jug in anger; beside him, his lynx glared balefully. - Book four, the eighth trip, or Hod. (Telemachus sneezed) The Illuminatus Trillogy. "Illy Trilly.

"The resurrection and the life. Once you are dead you are dead. That last day idea. Knocking them all up out of their graves. Come forth. Lazarus! And he came fifth and lost the job. get up! Last day! - James Joyce, Ulysses, Page 87

"Section C: Re:volutions and Evolutions.
One of the greatest difficulties facing the world today is the passing from one historical era to another. - Count Alfred Korzybski, Science and Sanity, Page XXXVI

"In Tibetan the Kalachakra puja is called dam-jho which is particularly important during times of great difficulties - of wars and natural disaster's. The Kalachakra is the mandala of the four door's or Qing - Ghou.

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