The Great Awakening

Memories crystallize on the Panasonic plasma of a mind like a 60-watt light box

The ghost in the machine does not know language or linearity

Only chaos in the form of suffering for pleasure

The front page of the Sunday Review reads LIES ANGER CORRUPTION

INCOMPETENCE

CHAOS DECAY as if testing one’s vision in conjunction with capacity for tolerance

Name an action more disconcerting than the transmutation of word to image—

We abstract what cannot be instrumentalized

—A Rothkoian obituary for a new epoch

Spritely movements become thanatoid symbols

As a pathetic fervor manifests through the conspiracies of few and the croaks of many