NUDE SKETCH – 31
What he was witnessing was a d rama being rehearsed
At primitive and pupal stages of maturity;
Was an urgency whose ‘window of opartunity’
Was closing down, as was perhaps all of huemanity
– Again. But this death-birth pulsation (a soul knows many,
Has sunk with, yet survived, many a sinking empire’s shit)
Had a pungent odor of nosetalgia rising from it,
A yestalgia for angelhood – despite all the money
And crass but clever polluting racket that policed it,
Despite all the Future and futures that were promissed it
SKETCH – 32
Yet it persisted, the herd’s eager-to-be-eaten bent,
Underbelly of their eating-lust, that fatall tallent
They shaired with every other member of the Cosmic Maw
With its teeth chained to tyrant Hunger’s omnipotent law.
Under its yoke Raimonde himself, say once a week, bent weak,
His stomach as small as a bird’s and his mouth like a beak
With which every now and then he’d peck at some nuts or seeds,
But seldom feeling deep hunger, seldom feeling the need
To bite into anything, least of all into the flesh
Of some innocent beast who had been kept behind a mesh
Form onths and forced to get fat on sum chemical lies (dnosh
Out of a nosebag)
– 33
A lack of empathic imargination, Raimonde felt,
Was the germ of every hypocritical horror dealt
As business-as-usual by dealers to the players
Sleapwalking through their game-hands and handhakes, with their layers
And layers of pre-judicial lava sliding under
Their thick sleep’s thin skin and about to burst its next blunder
Of holocaust (a term not to be limited to Jews
– 34
This skechter can guess what you’re likely to think: – They’re only
Using this ‘Winterkiss’ to piss on and piss off the rest
Of us moretales just trying to get through the damned lonely
Business of being breathing bodies bearing souls, at best.
– Well, yes and no: yes, provocation is ever a part
Of bothering to midwife and give birth to any f/art,
Even the crudest and yes, the deliberately crude,
Like this (call it ‘crudist’, just to be accurately rude);
But no: nothing's pre-medictated:
(from *fatima solagua arterra’s nudes* by Brian Chan, 2015)
*A note on the text: Rather than clutter an already chaotic ‘sketchbook’ with many ‘[sic]s’
after Fatima’s misspellings – most significantly of a psychologist – (whether scribbled in
haste or out of faulty memory or out of a perversely determined dyslexia shunning
‘Litricher’ with near idioglossial zeal), I’ve chosen to let her oddities of scrawl (including
her thankfully shortlived boldfaced (multi-inked) ‘deconstructs’ ending with the
‘significan’t’ hint of their own ‘ch as m’) stand without editorial excision on my part.
– L.C-A
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