fênix 2: weepless willows

destabilisation_s2

A wave of cold reality has swept through the township of Fênix and almost everyone has fled. One unlucky person was made to stay behind because their fingerprints were unsatisfactory.

I tell no-one that my thoughts are rain and glass,
frivolous on a foggy day, but I will sit and wait
for isentropic meaning to appear, from within
or from without, and after sleeping,
recollect a question from my dreams.

~/~

I planned to wander aimlessly, through doorways
and beneath the Rio Ivaí, to find my core,
to seek an unhatched chick, no more than winter
melodrama and less than foliage fallen
in the shadows of the weepless willows.

An adjectival stranger interrupted me.

My name is Sorry, I’ve seen your dreams
and I have a supplementary question:
What will remain when all your saving games
have gone? When your cut-price warranty
has ended.

I noticed local weather, falling raindrops.
It wasn’t personal, they fell on Sorry too,
but I was next to speak.

Once as I watched the solar marathon pass by,
in my mind, a thought-experiment committee formed
to consider why I existed, and unanimously agreed
that what is obvious in sleep is complicated by the dawn.

The rain trickling down Sorry’s face was stained
with indigo dye from her hair.

Fear is a line you scratch into the world.
We’ll explore your limitations, and before we’ve finished,
we’ll free the prisoners of the sephine spiders.

The frames of my glasses whirred, and the automatic
windscreen wipers started up.

Once I might have doubted the existence
of your so-called sephine spiders and their captives,
but Fênix is bereft of fantasy, it’s all been taken
by the wave, and I’m a guileless believer.

Sorry was cross-hatched with latitude arcs of tiny bugs,
their mortal remains swept across my glasses,
and overhead, blind storms, dark capsules
sizzling with plausible lightning, skimmed across
the realistic sky.


to continue

background

  • Entropy is a measure of information; isentropic—constant information—means no information in or out of a process.
  • Rio Ivaí—the most noteworthy characteristic of the river is the color of its waters, which for most of the year is red or brown (Portuguese Wikipedia).
  • louisa, the dragon, is one of the solar marathon competitors.
  • sephine webs

artwork
Further detail from destabilisation, made by VEE, the visual evolution engine, with EMMA, the min-max entropy addon. VEE and TIM (EEG, the illustrated mind) artworks are now at Artxio, a global online art market based in Sydney.

20 thoughts on “fênix 2: weepless willows

  1. In the shadow of weepless willows is a chilling image… And “Fear is a line you scratch into the world” speaks to me, as well as freeing the prisoners, finding your core and unhatched chicks. Those glasses are pretty special! Like SayNo above, I’m rendered pretty speechless by all the original images. Such a fertile mind, free of restrictions!

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    • Thank you, BG. Yes, darkness I guess, seeping inside us. I’m still affected by the terrible events next door in New Zealand.

      Interesting that you connected those things: prisoners of the mind, enclosed in personal barbed wire fences created by fear. Not me of course, I have no restrictions. All right, maybe one or two. Not that many. A finite number anyway. 😸

      PS: I’m pretty sure I saw a picture of glasses like that somewhere.

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  2. Beautiful image, words, the mood matches mine today. Must be a wayward electromagnetic spot on the indigo section of the color spectrum, encouraging the repetition of the song, at least in my mind, “I guess that’s why they call it the blues…”

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  3. The statement “what is obvious in sleep is complicated by the dawn” is so true. Upon waking, I often find it difficult if not impossible to follow the logic in the dreams I just had, even though they made perfect sense to me when I was sleeping. Also, in the few occasions when others have recounted their dreams to me, I wonder how they’re able to do so with “waking logic”.

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    • I know what you mean, Magarisa. The dreams themselves are complicated enough I think, but there’s the additional step of going through the levels of consciousness to wakefulness from REM sleep. I find that if I don’t make an immediate effort to run through dreams and commit them to (more permanent) memory, they vanish like morning mist in the sunlight.

      Even without definite memories, I find I can be left with vague feeling tones, pleasant and sometimes not. I suppose the feeling that something made sense or even might be important is just that—a feeling.

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  4. I loved it all and it’s brilliant as always. It made me wonder what will remain once my saving games are exhausted since I haven’t worked in a year. What is my saving grace, am I one step away from the weepless willow and it’s darkness!

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    • Thank you, Rhapsody. There might have been a little introspection with the saving games and the willow. I suppose its point of view, I find myself wondering what is the point of this and that. Perhaps if occasionally we see our story in a light-hearted way, playing games, now and then doing some good, no harm is done. PS: Wishing you the best for the future.

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    • Thanks Paul. I am not that keen on reality, but I know it exists.

      Because of other commitments which are part of reality, I have had to cut WordPress back to once a fortnight. I do enjoy it, and I hope to keep going even if it’s with delays.

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    • Thank you, Jim. Something to do with dreams, I guess. Mostly what happens is perfectly reasonable at the time, eg, just another day with waves breaking in the street, complete strangers having a party in my house (which is nothing like my house) and me focussed on the important issue: choosing the music.

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  5. Dreams usually makes sense while I’m in them, but not so much when I awake. Of course, sometimes even that’s not true. I recently had a dream where I was dressed in a dance outfit and had a partner dressed the same way. We were in an airport with literally hundreds of similar teams. We were all to fly to another city to put on performance. I kept wondering when they were going to find out I couldn’t dance at all.

    Fascinating reading.

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