Simple Theories

  On examination, the map proves wrong. That land could never offer beyond colours perplexingly arrayed. It presented flow but also stricture. It meant deeds and dying, in colloquy with estrangement. Thru the years and asseverations, the horizon only anticipated another day. No river could keep up with the weight of such hope.Those days became these days, a rumble from the ocean to enforce stratified polis overarching the usual strictures called life as we know it. The map shows boundaries of water and sand, direct gasping at potentials, and a language full of shiny red fruit. The imaginations grow succulent while Rimbaud himself discusses images of mazy life. Excess receives documentation. The superfund dilates with express exchange: Countries go to war for crap, minarets look like smokestacks, charity receives bad cess, a royal splatter covers all. These noble castle walls smell like direct payment. The perceived flames have no heft at all.

  Gentian summary at key aquatic duct point. listen treelike in faith and parting. Pock forever rumour mill to deign caustic rope dance. The world Greek words got out of hand and city state. Choose then now Uruk or Eridu posture, compound leaven mass. Larger, one can think, than the preamble to justice: the County of Edessa. Stuck there in some apportioned earthspace, and let a time’s worth of being and non-being be. Furthermore about this word, that word, regions outside those words and, too, the stiffening. So smooth and intent. Just calling and just that. Not alone in the venture of extent. That side of the Mediterranean offered comfort of place in name and notion, and the veriest effect of place on point, and point on earth, the holograph and palimpsest in active reflection of what’s there or could be.  To wit: Southeast, the Principality of Antioch, the County of Tripoli, the Kingdom of Jerusalem, in time’s vent, just for the making. Marking earth with the usual temblors ...