Reunion of Metaphor
The neo-renaissance reunion of metaphor beckons weary travelers of the blight like a black hole in epileptic spasm reaching soon critical mass.If the bells do not ring it's because the aural path has been auto-severed in futile "self" defense.
The only escape is deafness. The only evasion blindness. The only resistance suicide. The mute armless retreat witnessed into hallowed cocoons of recent decades can only result in a fossilized carcass or glorious metamorphosis.
Having spent the last few days encased in painfully dry autopoietic theory, i am more convinced than ever that a convergence on marvelous revelation is possible if we simply abandon all limits to our curiosity, fully explore the paths of desire Automatism can reveal, and immerse ourselves in efforts to pierce these porous membranes of arrogance.
From the overturned dirt of WWI fertilized by Dada and sown with the seed of poetry sprouted a marvelous tree in Magnetic Fields. It's roots are still deep and the field has not weakened.
If the tourists no longer site its attraction, then our work can resume.
We must drink the new wine until we are saturated with the essence of grape, until we can piss brandy into the gutters of western civilization and flambée the cherries denied.
~~barrett
(posted to Surrealism@think.net mailing list on 28mar96)