Monday, October 24, 2005

something

Just thought of some terms of dissonant symbolic abuse from the Bitter Exile (not you or me but a mythic one, like John Bunyon or Quixote or my favorite: Rimbaud come home fat and liquored up from Africa and burned out from slaving). And thought of a context for them.

The poor guy comes home after 20 years to prove to himself that with the local, or anything else based on imagination, you can't really leave it let alone get back again. He meets people and has adventures, discusses old times and writes back to Africa, say to a friend there, perhaps some mad Canadian general in some tent somewhere in the Bush who is trying to make sense of a genocide, he writes to that friend explain things at home.

How about that he writes about how the aging, nearly dead, 'archbitchup of cantslurry' sent from abroad so long ago to ensure the faith sends curses the general with his far from last dying breath or how the 'the rump parrottment of poets' is still blocking the senses after so many decades of sloth or how the 'local academy of extreme faux' only hires golems or that 'The Church Of What Really Happened Yesterday in the Assembly of The Exclusive Pentecost' has been formed on a government grant. The returnee will explain that authenticity has become a misdemeanor and there is a secret language based on babbles in bubbles. The old gang have been possessed by posses of demons of the banal kingdom and everything golden is missing.

The series that covers this, a poetic series or a novel is called 'Missing in Action' (Return of The Exile From Dementia). Just a thought.

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