the̊ ̄Matrix Uploaded
15May 7 by The Running Son
the̊ ̄Matrix Uploaded
Holy Zion, Neo!
That was no lump in my throat.
I swear I totally felt my soul stutter.
It fluttered, it was unsettling!
Palpitations felt were metal-mouth-green and streaming,
arcing me down to my relations and posterityall caught in the Matrix
and hovering over apocalyptic worlds
and quantum event stages,
and wastelands,
and faltering nations,
and soul-sick patients choosing the red pillof cultist underworld vocations, making oblations to sages.
All caught in limbo.
A deja-vu. A symbol
a download to the Matrix may be
all that saves you at this stage of translation.All pills and dots
and universal translucence—
I feel a sudden sense of blue-pill blueness, and shiver
when I consider the two of us as food-units
feeding programs and lost souls, and giving mechanical fools false gold.Or feeding earth. Golden-age industry,
or even stardust,
like moon-juice dripping through us; like a bad seal in the Matrix, bleeding.
But It wont harm us,
or the little dipper it fills, and spills out of–- made me a believer guys,I went there and I’m telling you
It’s true.
Because this ain’t no silver-sipping morphine fever here,
no Morpheus
morphing into a courtly jesterjesting feverishly, or shadow-boxing thin white air.
Not me.
I’m newly teething,
plugged-in and baby clean
and neo-lithically pleading to both Dreamtown and Rock-city,my two Matrix pocket-worlds disconnected
by a phone booth,
one of under-land seers,
the other, up-and-sprung doe-eyed deer,
both waiting to hearabout that third world, please.
by Jim Aldrich
(upd.5.29)
It is our viewpoint in life most often changes our viewpoint. Sometimes this change is good and sometimes this change is bad but it is our point of view that controls the way we feel.
I really enjoyed your work with Jen and took advantage to do some teasing about the flirting, lol. Blessings on your day friend.
Excellent!
Tank you mrt!
Reblogged this on Spontaneous Creativity.
Soul stutter. Love it.
You don’t want one. It ruins your reputation at parties and generally feels unpleasant.
If one happens in Cali? You’re safe down south.
Just sayin.
Jim
I hope you have a great day/evening. I’m getting out for some fresh air. I’ll catch up on your posts later. Blessings on your day.
Sunshine! Glad your getting out.
😉
Perfect timing. Just leaving. When you have time, check out my posts today. Couldn’t sleep last night, lol.
I will. Rest, and a trip into town for acid free paper, Then I’ll see what the sunrise has to say.
Wisdom. I already know,
Jim (shading himself from the rays)
Wow. If Allen Ginberg were alive today and cut his teeth on cyberpunk and William Gibson as opposed to William S. Burroughs, this is what he would have written.
Excellent job, man. So good.
Not sure what to say to that. Ken, appreciate it. We should talk.
Lemme know.
Jim
The rhythm of your poetry reminds me very much of the Beat poetry of Allen Ginsberg, only, with different influences — Ginsberg had jazz, you have The Matrix.
These are great times for gathering a shamans bag of influences.
Stick around. Got a few in queue.
Jim