LIVING WITH INFORMATION

      – after Eileen R Tabios’ ‘The Secret Life of an Angel’
         (-after Jose Garcia Villa’s ‘Girl Singing’)

Singing sands. Time. The state quarter

of a city with panics performed
by an interactive light show
desperate for an eclipse.

Opening ceremony! I borrow audio,
vacuum mantra activities linked
with wishes getting closer

to finding a history, more
colour burnt on the true black
sky. The conservative adopts

definitions, shouts phrases
of revelation, ready to succeed.
“Actually, it’s a peninsula,”

and heaven can be found in the
whirlwind. “Each player faces
the universe, aspires to honesty

and logic.” I found your button.
Welcome. The truth is about living:
“Turn your head, confess your

secret. Become a terrorist and
ask the world a question.”
Fake history. I put myself in

your hands as you protect
your assets, block out bleeds.
Frustration and melodrama spill

over specific places and events;
inside the guestbook, the project
resolves but the butterfly does not

want to be free. I do not like
your christians, they are not mine
unless I radically change my mind

seek haven with a full head of steam.

      (by and © Rupert M Loydell)

[Rupert writes: “i fed the poem in phrase by phrase [2 or 3 words] to google and chose something from the screen that appeared. then did a little tweaking for tense and punctuation...

so a kind of controlled, intuitive and oblique mis-translation!”]

Comments

[Ernesto Priego]

I loved this.