A Survey of the Sky
- Cantos -
1. Instructions for the stargazer
Spread wide the outstretched
plateau of the universe
may its shape gush forth
as a round, flat, spiral
spiritus movens.
Stargazer
you have a Map that’s totally untameable
oblivious handwriting, mysterious reading matter
fluid, fleeting, false
from flash to flash: from phase to phase;
you have the true matrix of organisation
a mythical synthesis
a threatening index finger: all is co-relation
angle and position;
you are dealing with focused motion
vigilant vibration of energy
spirit, Power
with passionate shifts
towards otherness, oh Stargazer
the celestial text has been mysteriously coded
and you are reading the miracle, the estranged Mind,
the cuts of silence, the dead quiet,
the abysms of sense
the immortal sowing of death
the seed, the sign, the mark!
2. Astral passion
Tarry a little: neither has all been given
nor has all been seen in the sky
be prepared, you’re in for a surprise:
the number of planets is not permanent
no longer Uranus, Pluto or Neptune
but someone else will come within your sight
and reshuffle the empty spaces
give shape to the distance
with a name, a point
a cluster, a mist, matter
in the shadow of the movable
still sit the immovable
mad like devils Canis, Antares
Algol, Lilith, Draco
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OO, outstretched eight of infinity
show us new but benevolent
hope we want!
3. Man: " a cross in a circle"
The cross divides the sky
into east and west
high and low
the circle is closed
-- Deus homo est.
Inspiration is the only bond
between Man and his Maker
-- the covetous connection of Order
Therefore preach inspiringly
the one is divided into a multitude
of kings and clowns
of the woeful and the happy
inequality is the supreme principle
of Totality, a luminous universe
spherical, focused
immaterially material
and you who watch, understand:
genius is a devastating alertness of substance
a starry knot of the whitish egg
a sign of collusion between masses of flesh
dante, shakespeare -- parables!
Don’t sleep, Arch-Mother
discontinuity illuminates
empty maps
shallow topics
absence of God’s seal
invasion of senselessness
impersonal person
child without character
being on one’s own owning naught
solitary and yet soulless, mercy!
4. The predatory spiral
Since you prophesy too much
you predatory astral spiral
have mercy on the patient
on the leaflets of the soul
over which you generously pour
your ink,
the power of blueness, the carbon paper
the correspondence with the skies depends on you
the rhythm and the rhyme, or perhaps
you can’t do anything either
when the density is diluted
the complexes become exhausted
consonances become simplified--
only the solitary Father makes rhymes
the essence--the sum and substance
simply and essentially subsists.
basically, squeezed between four walls
freedom peeks and gazes
upwards, and there (uuuuuuuuuuuu)
everything moves in the opposite direction
looking from below
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa:
either time moves backwards
or man is turned upside-down
vicious Law, malicious Order
you morality play, have you a Name?
Translated by Rajna Koska; copy-reading: Margaret Reid
