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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4099 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Weishaupt and the Weather Machine: An International Romance Michael Antonelli I. One poet wrote: "On certain days, They launch the shuttle Above the soaring silence On the screen, Into the roaring nothing of sky. Shaking blue. The earth shakes. Masonic momentum laughs, hiding; Beauraucratic inertia covers, climbing. Ponderous battleship... All nations stare into the thunder..." II. Tesla was great, and a good man. Great minds still move Over entire forests flattened white Under a light in the dark cities: Statistically, some will always be Murderous. III. A guitar sings in Europe In the mid 1810s While the cedars grow Huge and blue In the dusk in the small towns. Soon, Wallace Stevens is born; There are many complications. IV. Wallace Stevens dies. The current Pope soon dies. It is the year 2007; 'The Tibetan Book of the Dead' Is required reading in high schools in California. V. In the West, Gun-eyes glint eastward over the bright land Toward the dark sea; Romance, sans swords, With pen-empty hands, Always near the darkness Of women who always die. -Love and war. But, Like Fellini, we only remember The big breasts and the bald dictators. VI. On weeknights, The screens are dark Above the sands and the cedar trees. In the sunlight, the people say: "See, our windows are prisms Of bullet-proof gold That children sip in Summer. -And float in through when it's cold." And others: "God declared Himself on T.V. Last night! ..did you see it?!! He's not as handsome as I thought He'd be, But then again, he is Jewish... But those eyes! And what nice Hair!" VII. The poet shuts off the T.V. And continues: "...Apollo flees The air above the din; Let any kind of storm begin." |
