Echoes Of Desire

 

Boum! One little look, and… boum! 
Charles Trenet/Ray Goetz

Yes, it’s me! The Albionic Man,

The human junkyard… now,

I have to scribble a few last words…



Allright darlin?

The last transit van from Venus arrived

At The Electric Laser Clinic, no problem.

Here we go again – no signal, and…boum!

Easy way trips in slow motion,

Echoes of desire and mod girls on scooters

Refresh your everyday revolution.

Storm the town hall, body and soul, baby.



We live in a world of shadows

But, encased in zodiac scaffolding,

She doesn’t care about life or anything.

Meanwhile, here at Thermo-Station Junction,

A full moon is obscured by cloud,

Banishing memories of extreme caution.

Her bare midriff is a diversion route in free-fall.

Café, gallery, theatre – stay connected, and… boum!



I wrote a new chapter, but did you notice?

A view of blue sky is an abrupt change in feel.

The studio is here – Allright sweetie?

Scary claims; pull handle, push door.

Spark outrage with this strange equipment.

Solutions without boundaries a speciality, and… boum!

Forget The Albionic Man, that backless loafer,

With his illegible scribbles.



We live in a world of shadows.

But she doesn’t care.

No, really… she doesn’t care,


She doesn’t care at all.

Not at all.

illus: The Sky Is Silent (Echoes of Desire), 2017  


 

The Atom Smasher Of Dreams

To find the ultimate element of desire a team using Attention Theory and a temperature high enough to mimic conditions when the universe was just microseconds old have found our most recent dreams follow a mathematical vortex pattern.
Quarks loop through these vortices, even though shot pacing isn’t everything – good narrative, strong acting and a fireball about four trillion kelvin at its core, are probably more important. This is just the way you dream about far-away places, old girlfriends and alien cities built by insects. Later this year researchers will separate lower energies, helping to describe the human attention-span when dreaming about the future.
Is life a mathematical trick? That is exactly what the more negatively charged entities would like us to think. They expect the separation to disappear but we have seen signs of such vortices and fields created by gluons that can twist, forming dreamlike structures in the all-pervasive vacuum of space. This is what gives mass and substance to lurid, inhuman fantasies.
Perhaps the key lies in measuring desire with greater precision, although we now think that psychic films are more gripping because they resonate with other movies, not your memories. You may try to copy the style, but the galaxies will collide anyway. Explosions can create a series of waves, transforming the magnitude of ‘pink noise’ at random intersections in the brain – a property that has never been seen before. Others have observed the vortex in music, street fashion and air turbulence. This type of dream field should cause two particles to collide off-centre, smashing gold and copper ions head-on like a slow motion car crash in the Valley of Despair, tracking the eye-movements of dreamers like jets of matter expelled from backward spinning black holes.
Mutations are locked in and several different kinds of fantasy arise, helping to explain all kinds of non-material phenomena.
Always leave space for magnetic fields to build up in your dream life.
Never look back.

Illustration: Transtemporal Parapraxis II, 2002

Medusa Cascade

Ladies and gentlemen,
The image you see here may well be an ideal work of art.
Perhaps it is a lurid and melodramatic allegory of the creative process?
You will observe how, on one level, the symbolism is obvious – an uncontrollable force overwhelms the ivory towers of pedantry and the bastions of patriarchy. It is a force from ‘beyond’ – it is the dark energy of unconscious drives, it is a monstrous incursion from the paraxial realm of Desire.

This oracular vision is presented to us by that Pythoness of Subliminal Terror, superstar choreographer of the Ballet Plastique des Noctambules, Ms Medusa Cascade – watch your step!

Illistration: Cometographia II, 2002