Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Post-Revolutionary Romanticism



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coup d'etat.

They are in love with their own
mythology, however, it is made
from the same molecular basilisk
as shit lipstick.

It was Bruno, in equating some
dream of telos with vicissitude,
or joy with qualia all-arrayed,
that we see the peacock as
phoenix, and logos as castrati.

So said Ettore Ferrari, his
Pythagoreanism a nod to our
cryptic innoculatory memics of
the geographic emplacements
of the poem, the chocolate mi-
mosa tree sheltering completely
the wide shallow granite basin,
the emerald linga lens burning a
butterfly sign on a goat hide.