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(BOOK II FROM WLM : DISJECTI MEMBRA POETAE)
WLM : THE GRAND CIRCUS PIECES
byWarren L. McClure
(Last Reviewed 07-10-09)
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WLM : GRAND CIRCUS PIECES WINTER 1979-80
Those who were Flower Children thenWhere has the Wind blown them
And the Tit-Sucking Children of the Universe
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WLM : GRAND CIRCUS PIECES AUTUMN 1979
The water in the well tastes so good this Nightthis Night of joyous and secret defianceI am a man the roots of reason suck
This Night is not one of those monotonous nights muzzled by religionnor bound to the apron strings of the harvest festival
nor is it a magic night of terror and rebellion
A Night to marvel at the motion of the weather on the risethe song innate in delightful wonder
A Night when one learns to accept what one's heart believes inwhen one makes a purchase of imponderable valuefor a string
This is not a moonlit Nightfor candid lines made by moonlightwould map their own mystique into its dark asides
Numbers go purchaseless on such a Night as this
language cannot begin to convey the shapesuch a Night portends
Dazzling more than DayNight is a wondrous thingthe womb of man's diabolical disquiet
This Night more so than all the rest
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I have to take holidays off occasionally from sublime endeavorsgive vent to internal soundings
shuck off the cardboard containers my infernal culture came instop padding out my asides with Orphic musings
My beard tonight is braced with ice and blended with brandywine
clouds hover over snow-bowed trees and hide the mountain of my secret
the Moon rides over the clouds round effulgent
Whether tomorrow morning I sacrifice a proud cock on the trunk of a treeto some mysterious being hidden in an undecipherable petroglyph
unmasked by my urineto God in Heaven
or some elfin imago enstooled on a fly alarichas much the same consequence
In spite of all my peculiar particulars some Universal will have me in the end
The water-course of human reason
becomes more and more crotchetythe nearer I come to the thighs of the god of the day I am to be gathered unto
To believe is to errfrom moment to moment one can only be sure
I won't look for God on the mountain tomorrowthis moment and one be with that Eternal Analog
For I would abide my finite number of mystic scenes alone
here beneath the passing Moon
like some dark cloud
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WLM : GRAND CIRCUS PIECES WINTER 1979-80
Even tho I havean emotional ambiance
toward urns and sepulchreshere I find myself composing in a urinal by the Sea
watching left-handed shadows on the wallsplaying with themselves
in a cobweb pudibundery
It's not my faultsince tacking Semantics onto my coat-of-arms
I have tried to remain constant regardless of the circumstancesa simple signal for the World to go sponge itself off
believing it the greater taowhen one is within
to opt outto know a little about everything
rather than everything about nothing
Yet today I was pecked atby a raptorial bird
hatched from a rhetorical eggand to attenuate a logical scandal
I had to swallow a nominal admonitionagainst glib tautology
then only completely escapingthe difficulty
by hiding under the skirtsof a harlequin
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WLM : GRAND CIRCUS PIECES WINTER 1980-81
In another universe suddenly deprived of Light and Illusionby the upsurge of the Simplistic
I look thru the eyes of eviscerated owls for new dawns of the Meaningfuland wring my hands over the Night and Fog staying on
Now this command from the Imperial Wizard of Change has come
and I must send him answer under the Old Sealsor suffer the penance of my Own
Go toSlave of My Heart
bear Him this message
saying
Having been drawn unwittingly into the Mysteriesknowing full well what the Future holds
I remain trapped in the temerity of my own spiritual cycle
I would like to join in on your scapegoat celebrations
but I am too overwrought with emotion to makethe appropriate verbal exchanges
My mind is free but my insides still cringebefore the Old Ur-Gods
of Being and Becoming
I still hear the thunder of those awesome telluric days in my hearteven tho in my brain Your Lightning has cleared the clouds
A complete discontinuity exists in what I feeland what my face in the mirror reflects
I know You will not see how such dilemmic immobility
can be so frighteningI know intuition is a weary word with You
I know it is useless to place oneself in apposition to Your Perfection
Yet I beg of You timetime in which to decipher my private experiences
time in which to examine this finite integument me
for flaws
Go toSlave of My Heart
ask for condolences
And make sure He breaks the Seals
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WLM : GRAND CIRCUS PIECES AUTUMN 1980
Distracted by ritual blood-lettingtill we couldn't see our way
yet sanctified by that false god Languageas ubiquitous as sodomy
and almost as contemptuouswe Scribes became mid-wife
to the still-birth of Reasonour vanity making it easy for us to forget
the dithering factthat men queer one another
in these ritual acts
For like Osiris we would destroythe Temple of the Flesh
to achieve godheadthru these dramatizations
of crucial momentsof ecstasy and despair
our rituals
Obsessed by Contrition nowthat mute unimpeachable spectre
the ghost of our guilt-laden gift-givingand haunted by the shades
of aborted shit-childrenleaping from our naked thighs
surely this will be enough to quiet even the Gods
How nice it will be O Thothafter this last rite
after this required extemporaneous elucidationof our silent sins
contemporaneous with our salvationto return to the chronicling
of guilt-lifting Historyand to accounts-keeping
partners in crimeto malice and murder
and to the profiteering offthe high price of sin
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Many grains of sand have run thru the Glassone after the other
it's made no differencefor they have become Time Past and grist for the Mill
Many grains of wheat and of rye have run thru the Mill
one after the otherthey have become loaves and leavened our lives
It doesn't matter
Not long agothe Sand and the Sun were filtering salt from the Sea
while a priestess was losing her cherryin the eye of a ziggurat
I am not that that my mother begatI received my inscape only yesterday
Those holier-than-mehave given themselves over
to Science and Government
Or Philosophy
Those of us engaged in Humorwho gives a shit
We humorists are like drowning sailorstrapped in the trivia of every wave
sipping sand from cups with curly hairmasturbating with our mothers' gloves on
for that is what comes from taking life
humorously
For Humor varies disconfabulously like the Sand in the Seaand man is not funny at all in bits and pieces
without those sentential connectivesbetween
I Thou
Yet after allwhat do we really know
about the truth values of conjunctionsthose funny little sounds
that tie togetherthe whole vast Ampersand of Heaven and Earth
with its epic armoiresand straight-backed chairs
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WLM : GRAND CIRCUS PIECES WINTER 1979-80
Overcoming vast semantic difficulties and the tenacity of legenda group of scientists I understand
discovered late one Friday afternoonthat the mysterious stuff that permeates all being
is better for growing tomatoesthan propagating poetry
or producing a viable moral artsuch is the hare-brained nature of the material
and the scientists
Up against thousands of these highly trained mindstheir illusions still intact
what out has one gotwho is prejudiced toward Mondays
who is incapable of perceiving experiencebeyond the immediacy of his gut
What out has one gotwho loves and doubts
except to hurlearthy bits of Old English at
these insufferablesons-of-bitches
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Overcome again by my virginal machismomy brain
suffering from culturally extended adolescent praecoxmakes a sign of the cross over its maidenhead
and rages against the canny
Perhaps a concoction of orthodox neo-Faustian conceptswill allay the itching
For no man should ever recognize limitsespecially to his own dark thoughts
For without dark thoughtsall meaning would be adumbratedin the empty mirror of language
For if it were not for the bifurcated superimpositionsof the Beautiful on the Ugly
butterflies haping by to preen on the pissmire of the Mindwould be frightened off
then whither would Art be
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WLM : GRAND CIRCUS PIECES AUTUMN 1980
As a result of imbibing too many magic spellsmy mind has let loose at both ends
and to sleep it offI have laid myself down
in a Bruegelian landscapebetween two sheep and a lion
A friendly python cradles its headagainst my cheek
and cuddles my feetin its coils
All would be so rightwith the World
were it notfor the confounded Wind
sweeping by in a continuous wailcrying Beware
Bewarethe appearance of things
is not what they are
what they arebut covers the truth
like a veillike a veil
I don't sleep very wellbecause of the Wind
for it tells me overand over again
that when the potions wear thinthe lion will leap
on the sheepthe snake will tighten its coils
the true nature of things
will have its flingand turn Paradise into Hell
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WLM : GRAND CIRCUS PIECES AUTUMN 1965
Down in happy Valleythey're building a new bridgeto carry us acrossto take the place of the oldthey're afraid won't holdthis heavy loadwe're takin' with us
we're takin' with usThey're paintin' it orangenew-bridge orangeworkin' like the Devilall day longall day longAnd I'm sittin' hereon the wayward side'neath the archin' spans
puffin' up a stormenjoyin' the glowfrom the new-bridge orangeenjoyin' the glowfrom the new-bridge orange
Oh the river's not deepand it runs real slow
but man is it wideYou can just barely seeto the other sideThey say over thereeverything's real coolit's like bein' backin your mother's armsor in nursery schoolThey say it's as warm over thereas the glow is herefrom the new-bridge orangeas the glow is herefrom the new-bridge orange
But I can't see muchon the other sideand the new bridgekind'a looks like the old'bout twice as wideand further down the roadSo I might not goI might just stayon the wayward sidewander along the riverwatch the water run slowI might just sit hereunder their new bridgeand puff up a storm
enjoyin' the glowfrom the new-bridge orangeenjoyin' the glowfrom the new-bridge orange
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Flying on Feynman's wings thru Time the other wayinto an Anti-Sun
seeking the opposite of Ultimate Formthe Refusal to Feel to be Meaningful
the wax melting in our ears Icarus
the feathers falling out of our brains
gathering sticks for a fire we'll never lighton the bank of one stream or another
questioning everything except the Moon the Sun and the Morning Starchasing after the Wind our Father
our umbilici still tied to our Mother Earthsucking the nectar of Primal Reason from her withered dugs
directly into our psychescaring nothing for the Geometry of Numbers
or the Mechanics of Logicor the Science of Time
living where one can only livein the Here and Whatever
not as we exist Here and Nowas will-o-the-wisps
spending the force of our witsdriving semantic wedges
into the heartwood of our Beingwith the trip-hammers of our tongues
the heavy mallets of our minds
hung up between Scylla and Charybdisbetween a rock and a bottomless abyss full of roiling waters
drowning ourselves in inane conversationsfrolicking in the cruel currents of deep structure and surface meaning
hanging on to ropes made of permeable examples
incapable of supporting the weight of our unfounded joythru the Maelstrom of Existence
holes rust thru the old tin cup of our allusive irony Hrothgartill the metal won't hold the mead
memory persists thru these sere periodsbut fragments into a series
of prismatic imagesflips Time inside out and back again
like a kaleidoscope turnedby a Mad Magician
astonishes the synapses in our brainstill we neither know nor care
with Oblivion bearing down on uswill we freeze in apathy
or bolt in terror
wanting to gomust we persevere
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Our wits swart with patinawe kneel before syntax
facts before which we abhor the godsVocabulary will be our end
A semantic scission of many snippets
has cut a broad swatchfrom the cloth of existence
Logic has killed God Thomasand Mary Christ Thoth
Heaven and Hell have becomecomputer games
dungeons and dragonsmaximized meanings
miserable riddlesWe understand everything
we believe in nothing
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WLM : GRAND CIRCUS PIECES WINTER 1979-80
We turned up shardsof a tea-cup or two
primal artifacts of value eventouchstones perhaps
of some sense of right measure
to be found in collapsed structuresand the secret life of the Will
Who knows they were not expressions ofsome lost experience of I-Thou
Perhaps they were too correcttrying to be ideal and not themselves
argufying without paying heed to partsoscillating between principles of effect
and eclecticismWho knows
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It was becoming an old shoelying still on the beach like curarized rats
watching the scene between the Turtle of Loveand the Frog Prince of Salvationawaiting the vocabulary for next night's dream
To dream To Dreamin the stable in which we sleepcradled in each others' arms
the only window within ourselvesopaque to external circumstances
open only to inner harmonies
Then to wake up in a cold sweatscared half out of our wits
with a different time senseand our ideas of the past
all shot to shit
If we had never have had to awakenit would have been so easy
to have continued to believe in lieslies that would have made life so easy
so simple serenelike God and LSD
Would that our lives on wakingcould have been made up ofmore palpable essences
day-dreams relaxation poesiesinstead of Light and Struggle
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Those summer nightswe would pitch our tents on some stream's shingle
or creep into haylofts and sleep like sparrows
By day we cut rhymes into the resiny bark of the shaman's tree
the languor of our language forming symbolic clots
Dominated by aspect and undone witcheryour honeyed tongues would plumb depths unsuckled
or toy idly with leaf-line and shadow
Tho the resonance of our words inspired assumptions not demonstrably relevantself-respect bubbled from our purified hearts
quenching spiritual droughtuniting doubtful principles
We played no more a part than scenery that Summer
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We were alone in our forsaken templespiously relighting candles blown out by the Wind
Masters of Stained-Glass Windows designed to let in so little Gracewe could not imagine of what use we had ever been
Out back we had dug a latrine for our collected worksnot wishing to be stamped by posterity as cluckholds
for having listened to ourselves at toilet
selves that harked back authoritatively in rhythm and rhymemouthing mythopoetic riddle religious rot other archetypal fiddle-faddle
intuitively generalizing particularizing theorizing
Virtue the drivel of the mindBeginnings Roots Stems stored in a Retrieval System labeled The Past
irrevocable where you can't ever get at them again
the foretaste of one's birth-blood and fecesthe afterglow of one's bones and ashes
elisions marred by asterisks
We scratched out life sketcheson the flesh of our temples
till Time broke our reedsmarveling at teleological miracles
one breath following anothernever diminishing the Wind
We leave you this legacyWe lessened nothing by ever existing
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We were squatting about the common fire before our shermsour shadows flickering on the baobab tree
our women-folk already curled up fast asleep in their werfswhen the subject came up
Given we men have a truly macaronic feelfor the latencies inherent in the rococo derivative
let us side-step the droll study of relevant problemsand alternating between cracks in the noosphere
throw ourselves into some left-handed recrudescencesomething the gods
with their propinquity for easy laysmight have left hidden between Time's hairy feet
something in the nature of a riddlethat beetle-like can zip about the womby realms
beneath Earth's auriferous sandswith no more of a ripple off Causality
than the shock-wave from
the sticking of a fingerin a virgin's eye
something empirically inconceivablelike a new glottal release
for a communal screamor Transcendental Reality
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Once we came upon a dried up lakestinking of fish and crawling with flies
In the cracked clay of this bowl in Base Earthwe found what we thought was a universal mold for Absolute Form
with a facet for every square
Just then our World's slow-moving Clockfell behind the horizon of hazy hills
splattering the hem of the Sky with fiery plumesIn the bowels of this Phoenix
some of us imagined we saw an Owlof hoary respectability
auguring wellfor the hood-winking of our fellow-travelers
into thisour new-found vision of Reality
In the manner the pinions fellothers of us sought and found
expiation for more sacred liesYet by the time the Sun had duly set
the magic problem remainingas it so often is in this sort of mythic legerdemain
was how to carry off the spoofon our own rigor-crazed minor theoreticians
how to transcend the transcendentiality of those minionshow to keep tranquil
those bland familiar facesPatience we knew would try their metaphysics
nor would those in whose mindsnumbers have replaced Science
and flow-charts Artever tolerate admission to belief
in outright MythOur tao would be to turn their brain-screws back a click or two
to thought untrammeled by rational reflectionto index them back into
an image of themselvesas Human Beings
before Good and Evil
and Systems Analysis
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Rather than stand brainless in Paradise tonightpraising the double-dealing godsin mute autotelic purposeless passagesand by awesome movements of the balls of our eyes
Let us meet head on the phantasmal reality of our circumstanceslet our tongues unwind the wonders of our minds
perhaps move thought off zero rest-massinto some black hole where we can all defy causality
Let us delve into the irrational cognitive systemsof a fast-failing group of organic sentientsobserve the struggle of the Hawk and the Owl for their psychesexamine their hairy hearts
Let us hale out of the privy shadowsthe sacred zoography of that woolly land of theirsgoverned wholly by fable
After all hasnt Time already made the most of them or willWhy not hasten the debacleWhy not
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Could I capture like a child wholeness in a few simple wordsrid myself of this meaningless manicheism of good and bad vibes
opt out of endless change
fuse if only momentarily Fact and Originalityreduce life to its most basic chord
some naked human soundsome primal scream
But my doubly recalcitrant Victorian Muserefuses to go along with this line of thought
Meanwhile miserable Nature tears up our old love lettersand makes a shambles of my library
A roaring of bulls fills the voids of the World OutsideThe clamor of the masses trampling one another to fulfill promises
fills up the interstices
Yet here and there slivers of Salience pierce the confused airleaving space for abstract ideas like
Love Hope Faith Charity
and cleaving a way outfor Poetry
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Then we were at the International World's Fair of Foolscombing the cobwebs out of our hair
heavily stimulated by manifold emanationsour Sprachspiel early on whetted
by insights into acausal concatenationsduly resounding off the Grooves of Learning
Trip with me I asked if you willoutside Time outside Place
down one of those wydah-bird toad-infested pig-trailsangling off from our species-specific Life-Path
where caprices such as experience peter out
suffer me a dysfuntional juncturein one last-ditch flight of libido
then cut away these pseudo-truths I cherishthru bedizenment with Things Eternal
Ply quickly Occam the razor of wit you wield so wellperform this simple but permanent rite for me
After all even minds born sterileI see still reach the stars
Ouch
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WLM : GRAND CIRCUS PIECES SUMMER 1981
Suddenly again in droll spirits following the ways of things that changea traveler once more in a world unfamiliar and most difficult to explain
my ratiocinations darting about like swallows helping the Windexploding like moths hitting cellophane panes
as they come into contactwith the brown tents of Reality
Beyond the parameters of the repressedexistents at one with the sticks and stones
our mores the pithy echoes of ancient mythsWe the Wise live now the lives of depraved rusticswearing a hairy shoe and the mask of a frog
Thus it is as one might have expected at a Country FairTime Shape and Substance vanishing
in the presence of Flesh at the Feast of Unknowingwith Blood running the Water-Clock
at the Revel of Fools
O Wise Ones all is not well in the World of ReasonDown below a faint glow like sunset reflects up from the Grass Labyrinth
like some Clown has set fire to our boot
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Single brief utteranceslink one silence to another
Perhaps they contain piddlingsoff some contingent martingale
tied about our neckshaply by a fool
our father our mothersome philosopher chaired
some king on a stool
We hem-haw ourselves aboutwith belief-feelings
brain-bound to our tonguesor beholden ourselves
to referents and implicationsoff prophetic musings
Myself I am more at ease
in a context of cold souponthan warmed-over sooth
I loll in the unconscionablethe unforgivable
Forgive methe malaise I gloss over here
blew my mind-way on an ill windoff a plague of neo-plagiarisms
of blustering doctrinescarrying fever
bringing on complicationsby the efficacy of re-definitionstautologies following tautologies
silence to silence
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