Thursday, November 7, 2002

Thursday November 7, 2002

Filed under: General — m759 @ 5:24 AM

16 Years Ago Today:


Metaphor for Morphean morphosis,
Dreams that wake, transform, and die,
Calm and lucid this psychosis,
Joyce’s nightmare in Escher’s eye.

At the end there is a city
With cathedral bright and sane
Facing inward from the pity
On the endgame’s wavy plane.

Black the knight upon that ocean,
Bright the sun upon the king.
Dark the queen that stands beside him,
White his castle, threatening.

In the shadows’ see a bishop
Guards his queen of love and hate.
Another move, the game will be up;
Take the queen, her knight will mate.

The knight said “Move, be done.  It’s over.”
“Love and resign,” the bishop cried.
“When it’s done you’ll stand forever
By the darkest beauty’s side.”

Dabo claves regni caelorum.  By silent shore
Ripples spread from castle rock.  The metaphor
For metamorphosis no keys unlock.

— Steven H. Cullinane, November 7, 1986

Accompaniment from
“The Thomas Crown Affair”:
Michel Legrand, “Les Moulins de Mon Coeur”

Lyrics by Eddy Marnay:

Comme une pierre que l’on jette
Dans l’eau vive d’un ruisseau
Et qui laisse derrière elle
Des milliers de ronds dans l’eau….

1 Comment

  1. You inspire me.
    I am quite in awe of you.  You are something like my dreams. 
    Coherent, yet always on the edge of something I feel like I should know, but cannot quite grasp.  Synchronistic.

    I shall continue on … it’s bound to sink in at some point. 

    Comment by oOMisfitOo — Friday, November 8, 2002 @ 1:26 AM

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