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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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    WLM : GRAND CIRCUS PIECES WINTER 1979-80

    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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    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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    WLM : GRAND CIRCUS PIECES WINTER 1980-81

    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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