Carlo Parcelli FIVE
NEWLY DISCOVERED MONOLOGUES V: Pazzo Obatzo Ubatz
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A royal cock up from the jump, ain’t it. What not betoke any thieves bones as this Jesu, And be done a it? Clearly, wisdom be not imposed upon a procurator As freely as folly upon the people. Who knows bone a bone What not got its own rut a teef marks in it Or ta scratch out the feast days a the Julian Where meat meet the famished rake a the poor And their tongues go silent at the portal Wif they’s rage clotted wif fat. Bit ghoulish start ta finish a that What wif dem wee ones murdered ta spite this Jesu. And blood in the goblet even if he be just havin’ it on. And doubt a bit a good bread ta say It be meat. And plunder a corpse a its spoils for rumor. This give a bit a offense ta most folks What care a bit a doubt in the dispatch a dice. And what a count be this but another Mithra Or Horus or Attis or Dionigi. And don’t the dagos crucify us like we’s laundry. What by chance or solstice be born a the same day That life here and now be eternal sought by all us wankers. Here I be but a knob what waits the Roman guard But I know the twin and Abbanes from out the Kush And he, Thoma, be that prowl past Fish Gate Ta ramp hysteria in the gillies, Yeshua hard dead and made off some wadi ta rot Reasonable men suppose. But people be amok A these hairy tussocks fetid wif guinea seed That their sisters breed masihs a dago archers What leave lions dyin’ in the sand, As well as another man’s cod in his bed Ta spurt sons wif two tongues And no patrimony but earned rebellion. And that be Barabbas what sing “I come not ta peace, but wif me sword” And be not pretty by it Like this pansy Yeshua What be in league a the Gamalas . Jude ta be offed and keep the brethren cranky, What epiphany Magadala thumbs down her Jesu It bein’ time for a bold move ta top the till Til it be too cumby for a pikey haul about And a lady need furnishins and a roof, don’t she now. But it be a cock up What abate many a pensioner from the rolls At the nice end of a pugio Or cinched face down upon the gibbet. This bloody business a masihs, What stand not an army but the people’s will And wonder favor a that. What make allies a them what would see them subject. And knowin’ as whole generations be a engine a rebellion. And pay themselves out as such That this dago curse be removed. About the Author: Carlo Parcelli has spent 40 years studying the epistemology of science and technology and their effect on the natural world and naturally evolved cultures. He specifically challenged the efficacy of progressive systems of quantification, mathematization, mathematical discretion, formal systems game theory etc., since these elements form the core of the way western man can think about his world and all the limitations such an epistemology implies. Parcelli has written 14 book length poems which embed numerous sources and elaborate in great detail his insights. He has also written numerous articles. Now, he is content to watch the Earth scribble its own Apocalyptic Epic in real time. Having failed to reach virtually anyone concerning his epistemological concerns and seeing the natural world taking its future into its own hands via global climate change, Parcelli embarked on a retelling of the Synoptic Gospels. The Canaanite Gospel is comprised of 88 monologues, primarily eyewitness accounts known as Divine Depositions, recorded by the Apostle Simon Kananaios or Simon the Zealot in the First Century A.D. He currently spends his evenings busking local bars in the Washington DC area dressed as Simon Kananaios, performing his monologues in exchange for drinks and the occasional monetary remuneration. Visit carloparcelli.com for performance videos and more.
Earlier versions of the monologues can be found in: FlashPoint Spring 2010 / Issue 13 For information about live performances of The Canaanite Gospel see our Live Performance online flyer.
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