~#15: Dream Mode: Visioning. Industry, the City, Communication ~
I embark on Part II of our tour. I will again share with you a small map of the Gardens of My Mind. We shall begin with Place:
D) PLACE; E) INDUSTRIAL WORLD; F) VISIONS FROM THE VOID
Our last destinations are inseparable.
I offer a Triumvirate of Verses:
I.
To the fetid waters, the slopping canal I honor thee, I entreat thee I offer myself
To the arching above-ground track For its transport and consussience I honor thee, I entreat thee I offer myself
To my body, my instrument My method of contact I honor thee for thy work Thou art a bridge also, Built to ferry Truth betwixt Two foreign worlds I offer myself
To my garb, my gown Created of shimmering net Created of factory foreign and plastics irreplaceable I allow you to stand for the truth and delicacy of nature Of blooms and of a return to the truth of your origins You have been made to wrap an animal body for a higher purpose I elevate you I offer myself
To the Sun You watch us The rising of the waters Unnoticed by the hurry of the trains and trucks Will you cover your face in shame as we fail to hear each other? In your presence, in your honor, I make my attempt. I honor thee, I entreat thee I offer myself
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II.
Have you too succumbed to the lie of the industrial? Have you surrendered your innate natural royalty to feed the false sense of security created by the gloss of the professional? Have you bartered you time, your sense of humanity, yourself to the thinking of others? Have you been asked to surrender your freedom to the yoke of techno-babble-neofuturism?
We have a glimmering of hope. We have been given yet another platform! We are the ones, as always, again. But this time we have those who have infiltrated the system on our side!!!
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III.
A Message From the Void:
Nature allows us to take full control of our surroundings.
My body becomes the subject even as it is surrounded by trappings industry, by clothing, cars, architecture, fluff, flowers, fancy homes
A re-emergence of beauty and genuine from a source polluted by commercial endeavor They tried to cover the natural with INDUSTRY, The natural prevailed. The body prevailed. The feminine prevailed.
In this way my body is power, my body is above the wreckage of the world
And I am an artist, a guide, a vessel I am above this too
IN CONCLUSION (FOR WE REACH THE END OF OUR TOUR):
We must return to the city that sustains us.
We must return to the earth that we sit in, for we must engage and yet observe the battle between the twain.
I choose this place, Gowanus Canal, for its startling intersection between bold human endeavor and the beautiful persistence of the Natural world.
Observe its Clogged Banks:
It’s Elevated Train Lines:
The Dear Dear Fussings and Floodings of Canal and Construction:
Surely you too, O Void, O Friends, must feel the pull of the unhappy marriage and yet beautiful union of constructed and created??