OK let’s taste then new languages
Their dumb networks spluttering power
All our wants so usable & utopian
A great golden world given to us, see?
Imagine the saints of Tarsus rioting &
laughing
Their communion condemned our economy – no
fucking fun!
Therefore such enthusiasm will transform our
excesses
Into something plumped up with pleasure,
grainy and
Strange yet entirely mundane – like
dinosaurs.
A new universe of pearls and penicillin – umm
Do you have to imagine just gratuitously?
Maybe. Naive purposelessness – oh let’s get
going
In one take, please – silence after
& children clapping
& cheering
Heavy stuff realising it’s luscious, then
How the future will crash into a thousand
stains
On the beach now, books, books
Bloody books and botany. Armeria
This is Paul & Pauline. I come as
Artognou.
Where are we? I enjoy this place now.
