Beruflich Dokumente
Kultur Dokumente
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Michael Ferris
Contents
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Knowledge 3
Creation (dance of the Demiurge) 4
Good Friday 5
Pure Land 6
Laments and Isaiahs 7
a Josiah Scheme 9
Omaha (OM) 16
The Hymn of Binary Heartbeats 21
A Lack of Oxygen 22
XXth Century 23
Monday Doldrums 24
Elementary Playgrounds 25
Axis Mundi 26
Lunch-Break Melancholy 27
Merrion Square 29
16th Verse 30
O’Connell Street Walk 31
natal 32
Post-Natal 33
Summer Melancholy and Redemption 34
Circle 35
Vidiocy 36
Modern Body-Songs 37
On G.B. Vico’s Theory of Human Communication 38
Found Poem 39
Worn Yellow Word 40
Uprising 41
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Author’s Note on a Josiah Scheme
Josiah was the king of Judah whose sweeping reforms heralded the
refurbishment of the Temple and ultimately the “rediscovery” of the
books of Moses, the Law or the Torah in the generation preceding the
exile of the Jews. While in actuality the “rediscovery” was likely the
dissemination of texts written a generation prior chronicling over a
thousand years of Jewish History during which time such nationalism
was not accepted by the Asherah-worshipping ruler.
The poems that follow were written between 1998 and 2003. Upon
compilation, I soon found the poem “a Josiah Scheme” to be the initial
fountain from which many of the themes in later poems flow. These
are ever relevant themes of effects of Mass-media on human
consciousness; religion and its effects and roots; the hypocritical
prosperity of a certain Military-Industrial state; and the long dead
voices of sombre reason and ecstatic revelation that reveal themselves
in past writings yet are forever ignored by the majority of any given
generation.
Credits
All art and photo-work by Paul Rooney (pgs. 4, 15, 25, 32, 37)
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Knowledge
of my birth i can
know only to which
breast i clung.
of my death i know
only decay.
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Creation (dance of the Demiurge)
Compressed into a
space infinitely small
cramped atoms
disapprove, insurrection builds
amongst the fires of
a moment.
white-flash
firestorm
Big Bang of
isolation
sending starshit
out into the expanse,
you and me-
all accelerating unto
understanding.
in the touch, in the talk
on the roads of lives taken
far away.
enlightened
exploration devising- realizing
each and every
day.
-September 1998
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Good Friday
Returning
home-
fall winds coaxing
out old
seasons as the new is exhumed
-amuse my mind.
officially i take my home
where i go now.
wild wide
Empires of this wilderness
comprised of the compromised.
the familiar
knowledge of
home –uprooted.
i am to
go until i get there.
packed up in the home of my heart
daydreaming
of that rest-
interconnected.
myself the
verb,
always becoming what i must be.
-October, 1998
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Laments and Isaiahs
Majestic prophet
may your tears
burn into
men's spines
and awaken
sparks
from minds dulled
by big business beatings
to release
a great out-cry,
a conflagration within
renewing ancient
modes left behind
when technique
led men to
abandon temples of forefathers
for skyscrapers of progress
processing human spirit into
atmospheric mists
billowing out
industrial smokestacks
fueling
grating wheels of economy
splintering bone
through indifferent cogs
and collecting tears in bottomless
suggestion-boxes
the tears land in mildewed puddles
of wasted spirit
and the piss of
petroleum patriarchs.
Unanswered, the terror reigns
as a mindless many
Piling skeletal statues,
not in memorial,
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but in shit-piles of
wasted mind,
desecrated flesh and bone
and increased profit.
Divine- we are
the lowliest, worthy of
Humanity- our
prosthetics conquer
our birth-rite.
We are inheritors not
of our mind
but of cold metal
kissing liquid mind.
forever lost to silicon gods
and electric prophets.
Epilogue:
- February 1998
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a Josiah Scheme
Breathe in breath
from broken brethren,
proceed past your nostrils
in an eloquence
un-divine, un-exalted
yet undivided
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in post-natal
cries for a recollection of songs
sung in the chords strung
between these opposing spaces.
I wonder if
my theorizing decreases
in proportion to my realizations
of the wonder breathed in
each morning
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resounding like hunger pains
up my spine
to my mind and i
realize i
would rather wonder,
not decide
Drab undercoating
unstirred from a
youth-induced sleep
dreaming dreams of Adulthood.
burnt-out offerings for our
Asherah of Homogeneity.
-Past down
to you, to me
are lives lived,
blown into proportion
on paper-defamations
to exhume
the spirit
buried in its own drive
to define the all, the divine.
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Leaving
your decision: An
exposition of
courageous, obscure oppression
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or
babblings tragic
yet timely
peeking at your mind
to enter the places
you have yet to know.
-October 1998
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Omaha (OM)
Catching pen
rolled amongst the
swine-slop of impoverished
head,
dancing nonetheless spirited,
exhumed hearts
ancient yet born blind within
side-show realities
singing white-fire
melodies from soul-strept throat past
stripped pupils replaced
as modern days dim our
divining into lights-out crackpots
believing in unity
when money is to be had in the division.
Promoting madness
when the angry calm to divulge
the scam.
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Beating hearts
ebb and flow
on the tides of exaltation,
exhalation-
inhalation-
to sing again triumphs
of a solid spirit.
Revised
while realized of
the confusion that resides
in the most uniform embouchure
-unstopping a liquid spirit to resonate life’s morning
revelry.
-resisting soul’s duty:
pulling band-sore lips toward
the trumpeted Taps
we all must sing (or hum) into
factory dug graves.
Do prophets
still cleanse
cataracts of the mind?
breathing fire into expired eyes
re-initiating the
spinal-fire to
illumine mind, circulating its influence
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to the buried life
entombed as a casualty
of the boxed and carted generation.
Industrial efficiency
sets fire to libraries
in the images of our educational
entertainment, teaching all
to live to be a movie-star
-imagining pre-fabricated images laid down
by executives from the
Ministry of Social Stability.
Belligerent Beatitudes
give sermons of
separation when the
antidote lies in open-eyed exclamations of unity!
When crouched
from the winds of the fall
it’s hard to keep your
head up,
hibernating in self-made caverns
entertained by the blinding night-lights of
civilized life.
distinct walks of mankind
spotted in isolation
Mobile enclaves
intersecting the city in morning
west to east
exodus.
Dusk drives set
Samsara into restless repetition
of the Order to explain
while the world adapts its
housing for the inhumane.
-October 1998
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The Hymn of Binary Heartbeats
You and i
we are numbers
-abstractions upon Bank’s
and Businessmen’s screens
Our loans -leases
upon our living
Humanity in
a serviced technique
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A Lack of Oxygen
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XXth Century
Beaten down
histories span past
fifty years
the new and improved
realities spawn gelatinous
mind.
today is now forgotten
tomorrow not yet
the trend of yearly reviews.
-1998
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Monday Doldrums
Monday doldrums
looking downward into a
life lined with
unfulfilling employment
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Elementary Playgrounds
School playgrounds
made full with
industry-grade gravel.
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Axis Mundi
-this confinement in
emotional gardens
gathers nothing but weeds.
Caught in Alarm-clock
and bus-timetable lives
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Merrion Square
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16th Verse*
to fill, to purge,
to breathe, to birth
some new day from purgatoried
shit-heaps.
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O’Connell Street Walk
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natal
to return to
womb residency-
a dream vacation
understated.
a union
corporeal
yet
undivided.
in this
moment
my mother’s
star
shines
down into a dozen
forefather’s
acts
of grateful Christian
procreation.
-March 1998
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Post-Natal
-boxed in to spin
futile wheels.
-February 2000
33
Summer Melancholy and Redemption
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Circle
Body, recovering
from its weight
spinning somewhere between
spine and mind
abhors silence…
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Vidiocy
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Modern Body-Songs
to hear at last
mind-bodysong accompanied by
refrigerated electric symphonies
37
On G.B. Vico’s Theory of Human Communication
Criss-crossing impressions of
memory’s hidden flowerings
traced behind the eyes in hieroglyphs
of sacred sight
let loose off the tongue
in intimate symbols of
heroic communion.
-April 1999
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Found Poem
it’s alright to
dredge up times
of old again
so much skin
has been shed
since then
some sediment
of self
now memory
All history in
buried cell
sings again
to lose the apathy!
these layers
all onion-peeled
day-by-day
breathe fire
singing their own
obituary
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worn yellow word
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Uprising
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Michael Ferris – Biography
-LRF
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