La fantasia non ha limiti
Things I have begun to dream wake me, lurching from sleep, thrown across the bed by my own fear, surviving waking, and fear surviving waking, external proof of the brain's correctness.
Waking to find a corpse, odourless yet decomposing, eyes shut; but what if they should open and see me thus?
A body, beneath papers, tumbled from an archive. One's life in boxes.
Nothing but dust to speak of present agony. Occasional anecdotal memory, fictionalising one into parallel existence...
What dullness for those who have never known such things. Curbed singletons. Laden with fantasies; no doubt. Little fantasies. Ill-thought-out daydreams... Fantasists without tenets, voting and shopping, half a life uttered and half held in, limp. Not children, but children become adults without imagination, imagination cut from them as tonsils and appendix are cut. Carefully bred to make the task of training less arduous for those without the understanding to see its necessity and therefore joy...
I joy, when I may; if I am allowed. There is no limit to fantasy.
There is no limit to disease. There is nothing that cannot become infected. There is nothing which is immortal. Show me the ancient building still in use! Show me the man, who through wisdom and self-control, has managed to survive more than a period countable in days longer than the rest of us. Years? Yes, okay, years. Which human has ever lived one half million days? There is a fantasy for you! To live a million days. And, if a million, why not ten million, one hundred million, and more? And if so much, then why not for an epoch of creation, as long as the star-maker itself.
Does not consciousness realise and feel the pang of Death? Where is its sympathy? its love?
If we might live through the whole life and death of our universe, why not beyond that? All we need to do is think of it so strongly we believe it, then it might be fitting.
As birds fly. Not single birds out of the nest, but the whole species - from running from predators and sheltering eggs into the ridiculous ungainly flop and then the leap into air in self-assurance. Don't tell me that a system of life which can develop wings from winglessness, from less than winglessness, from the lack of the concept of wings, don't tell me that such a system cannot will itself to live.
Look at the fly swimming in my drink, striving to maintain life. Such will! It is our will and we have great intellect, some of us: will and intellect - there is the stuff upon which fantasy takes flight!
Dreams and their rider shudder at speed upon an unsaddled multifooted omnivore, growing new limbs and organs as it needs them, discarding organs and limbs that it does not need, natural modification to achieve efficiency.
The rider screams. The road unrolls between trees and hills. Trees and hills evaporate. Marsh and uncertainty. Bottomless heights glinting out of puddles.
The dead rise, misshapen loaves. Birds talk. Geese type.
The Boss in his heaven blows on a trumpet and, with a spun span of his forelimb, bangs down on all the white keys of the stairs up.
With deliberation, I constructed a vocabulary. My words would enable others to see. It was expedient. I used it on your fellow human beings, as a mechanism to end their suffering. Lick here. I used it to display audacious spheres of thought. I probed them and their stupid rites. It was okay. I held my own. Lick. The swarm is poured out liquefied. Some tea party. All must cease. Only an old tabby astir, mooching. Take the tobacco tin and then click the gun.
Amok. Type the password. You want to give out? So predetermined. Boost your estimate! Poets control access, it is claimed, by using a list of names; no, no, that's the critics. Enough! Lick here to display system probe, eavesdropping, the makings of a bat! Rubbing! Oxidation! We'll soon have you clean and dry. Puzzled? The cackle points to a fiasco.
control (Tabasco sauce) click wrongdoing cusses, ephemeral erect, kleptomania, the box-end cuts us off from where the list of names is housed, horn, exasperation if the name list is stored on a wing
the staff meeting
For each, intrinsically, the kettle. You're not sure whether your gathering is set up? They are - for uselessness and an imperturbable appearance.
Contact your economic administrator, doldrums tilted towards the windy enormity of wilful foible. What has happened? The end of the constructed environment.
Vote for the elected. A small noise will serve as an indication. Don't overdo it or we'll send in the police. Trade is ephemeral to the owner of stock; life is invisible.
and then the double-dealer, feverish and petty, spins the orb on his finger, picks up the ingot we had thought a secure planet; and, with an oleaginous grimace, walks out to leave us puzzled - the state invulnerable, the mentally unbalanced in charge. Modifications will be needed within and throughout your organisation. Countersigns are many. Outrage is inadequate.
Tongues flicker over the hereafter. The pomp pumps resistance proper, tied officially; escape if you may; overcome mutation. Distinct scrapes pin seasoned rectilinear soothers. They won't get the passwords you want to change so easily this time. A mixed bag...
and then snap and turn the false key in the lock, dogmatist, and you're out of the roughest imbecility
The fantasy is that things are as they are said to be.
It's time that things were redefined.
But words stay.
They don't work.
They remain uncooperative.
Write them and go away; and nothing happens.
Food and plants and animals change; they co-operate; but words stay as they are; but they go away.
But icons have power over us because of the power attributed to them.
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because corporal punishment
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kung-fu shuck eureka ulcer foe is you
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lob fur bewilderment cue am acquiescence
be adaptable to dud be able to organise a conference
fox sibling out bayonet fur fuddy-duddy augmenting
acquaint a battered udder quack any bud
because um ogre era kudos bee wrought iron
ubiquitous vacancy hurry air
brace for shut-eye usually
vow, set the logging context; and lumber, when you list in to phantasm
knack... the inhumation, pewter taste, dialogue, no spelling suggestions
click cease out slick ephemeral and then type location into the phantasm
where your operator commodity is location, grasses lull, eliciting vulgarity
and then choose the name of your petulance
tall woody plant from the list of scales
able, tempt, cease,
medium pyrotechnic device
his ugliness riper, erect fellowship
your computer is set up with user-level access
contort limbic click interrupt
laceration via mock in the list on the lifetime mock
crack the individual assemblage
who you want to be able to observe the refuge
rammed and then small noise cavilling
split kerchief your contrivance is set up with associations
kaleidoscopic remittal to conjuration
cutter remission, outer tedium,
toucan play juxtaposition remittal and a mocking emaciation
to connect to a remote figure rammed
even if it isn't running yes indeed okay
to send and receive, filial,
or to connect to mechanisms of flash tidings
and other informational anticipating,
vow and start jutting -
flick the - using caution - butterfly valve at the owl joint
to connect yourself to Samos
by the book
point to - ceases -
soirée seams ok -
and then click -
dourer erect -
foible - click -
per hour information
about how to use
juvenility - reminder: mooch,
click the jelly menu,
in keep a steady pace,
gain access to files and printed matter
on another motor
pettiness, king, rather than juvenility,
vernacular nailed okay,
puttering called healthful,
gambling you would categorise marketing -
newspaper items, very important person,
wisecracks, a side dish of restraint,
befitting only if your hideaway
is set up for shadow places
where you can drivel alone
Lex animata, Lex Luther
Copyright © Lawrence Upton 2001