Comments on: ‘Anticipatory Grief’ is a Story by Jincy Willett Which I am Reading http://www.alanapost.net/feeder/?FeederAction=clicked&feed=Articles+%28RSS2%29&seed=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.alanapost.net%2F2008%2F08%2F13%2Fanticipatory-grief-is-a-story-by-jincy-willett-which-i-am-reading%2F&seed_title=%26%238216%3BAnticipatory+Grief%26%238217%3B+is+a+Story+by+Jincy+Willett+Which+I+am+Reading Alana Post Keeps it Extremely Real Tue, 06 Jan 2009 13:02:40 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.7 hourly 1 By: the horrible party guest http://www.alanapost.net/feeder/?FeederAction=clicked&feed=Articles+%28RSS2%29&seed=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.alanapost.net%2F2008%2F08%2F13%2Fanticipatory-grief-is-a-story-by-jincy-willett-which-i-am-reading%2F&seed_title=%26%238216%3BAnticipatory+Grief%26%238217%3B+is+a+Story+by+Jincy+Willett+Which+I+am+Reading/comment-page-1/#comment-282 the horrible party guest Sat, 23 Aug 2008 03:32:05 +0000 http://www.alanapost.net/?p=137#comment-282 this makes me think of the Hole, or Gap, in life which some sit by and pine away others set electric fences around (don't touch!) or ignore aided by activities and amusements the more absorbing and fractaline, the better and still others flee from or find refuge in other/s (I'll plug yours if you plug mine!) ah me, still it gapes. it's time like these that I turn to the Bard: have you heard his song "quicksand?" I'm closer to the Golden Dawn Immersed in Crowley's uniform Of imagery I'm living in a silent film Portraying Himmler's sacred realm Of dream reality I'm frightened by the total goal Drawing to the ragged hole And I ain't got the power, anymore No I ain't got the power anymore I'm the twisted gleam in Goebel's eyes Living proof of Churchill's lies I'm destiny I'm torn between the light and dark Where others see their targets Divine symmetry Should I kiss the viper's fang Or herald loud the death of Man I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thought And I ain't got the power anymore Don't believe in yourself Don't deceive with belief Knowledge comes with death's release I'm not a prophet or a stone age man Just a mortal with the potential of a superman I'm living on I'm tethered to the logic of Homo Sapien Can't take my eyes from the great salvation Of bullshit faith If I don't explain what you ought to know You can tell me all about it On the next Bardo I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thought And I ain't got the power anymore ONE LONG FUNERAL INDEED this makes me think of the Hole,
or Gap,
in life
which some sit by and pine away
others set electric fences around (don’t touch!)
or ignore aided by activities and amusements
the more absorbing and fractaline, the better
and still others flee from or find refuge in other/s
(I’ll plug yours if you plug mine!)
ah me, still it gapes.
it’s time like these that I turn to the Bard:
have you heard his song “quicksand?”

I’m closer to the Golden Dawn
Immersed in Crowley’s uniform
Of imagery
I’m living in a silent film
Portraying Himmler’s sacred realm
Of dream reality
I’m frightened by the total goal
Drawing to the ragged hole
And I ain’t got the power, anymore
No I ain’t got the power anymore

I’m the twisted gleam in Goebel’s eyes
Living proof of Churchill’s lies
I’m destiny
I’m torn between the light and dark
Where others see their targets
Divine symmetry
Should I kiss the viper’s fang
Or herald loud the death of Man
I’m sinking in the quicksand of my thought
And I ain’t got the power anymore

Don’t believe in yourself
Don’t deceive with belief
Knowledge comes with death’s release

I’m not a prophet or a stone age man
Just a mortal with the potential of a superman
I’m living on
I’m tethered to the logic of Homo Sapien
Can’t take my eyes from the great salvation
Of bullshit faith
If I don’t explain what you ought to know
You can tell me all about it
On the next Bardo
I’m sinking in the quicksand of my thought
And I ain’t got the power anymore

ONE LONG FUNERAL INDEED

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