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Carlo Parcelli



Eschatology of Reason:


The North Tower



             
           
             
           
             
an excerpt

 

The Allegory of Quantity

              
Has diminished us 

                                                       
By its goodness.

                                                                             
In place of faltering intimacies

Ciphers emerge, osculating at the speed of light. 

           A commutative
abacus of syntax

                                                         
Mathematical palindromes like time machines;

                                                                             
Like bus routes; train schedules.

“…[T]he bogus appeal to science…”

           That put
“the realm of necessity” 

                                                      
In western hegemony,

                                                                              
In everyone else’s realm.

                             
That placed the orphan on the victim’s doorstep.

And through “objectivity, “value neutral”,

            “The
abdication of responsibility” 

                                                      
When “destruction and carnage

                                                                              
Is set in motion.”

Inescapable in its grand telos;

            Automatic
in its fruits;

                                                      
Ineluctable in its ability to change

                                                                               
All things to none

With a few things for all;

           Lavish
enough for its progenitors

                                                      
Who remain captivated 

                                                                               
By its Abu Ghraibs.

To abet communication,

            Filaments
are bundled,

                                                      
Like Helen and Paris

                                                                               
In that rhyme.

Lovers on their cell phones,

          Locked somewhere
mid air.

                                                    
Their voices scribbled like two starlings

                                                                              
Mad to mate.

Those indiscrete two presume to 

          Consume alone,
consumed by each

                                                   
Multiplied on the airwaves to abet

                                                                              
Foreign wars.

Their sliver of love

           Has been
amplified by 

                                                  
The noise of Armageddon,

                                                                              
To ferry the destructive.

The bonds of intention are immaterial;

           
Intentions are ‘other’ matter

                                                              
And, despite the Nobels, 

                                                                                   
Mother,

Nature, has never broken

           
Under interrogation.

The ‘other’ fails

           
To applaud failure.

                                                               
The commerce between Leeuwkop,

                                                                                    
Socabaya and Pelican Bay

Publicizes the intimacy

            
Of the information highway.

                                                                
By comparison

                                                                          
The telepathy of Einstein/Podolsky/Rosen

Seems absolutely nurturing.

             
Action at a distance intimacy. 

                                                                
The indictment, kindness.

             
The perspective of irrational numbers 

                                                                 
As f/x for immortality

                                                                                     
Becoming infinity’s weathercock.

Communications Theory 

           
Where the medium is everything

                                                              
By which the lovers 

                                                                                  
Are urged to insubstantiality.

As the enlightenment accelerated, 

           
It encrypted the landscape.

                                                              
The g’s slurred speech, 

                                                                               
Favoring banks of ordinals;

Circuits of stacked, iterative inference. 

           
Warehouses of corrugated frequencies.

                                                              
As the culture slips deeper into technology,

                                                                            
Cryptography insists upon the emergency

Of an essence 

                                                         
Of that ‘other’ 

                                                                                                   
In vacuo;

An habituation where

                                                        
Right repairs to wrong,

                                                                                
And pity engulfs it.

Where the physical world

                                                        
Is tailored to 

                                                                                
A theory of essence,

Time becomes a palindrome,

           Restoring
a vista as though it were 

                                                       
An algorithm with a couple of

                                                                                
Evolutionary variables missing.

A nostalgic and remorseful ecology

           Tolls
for the tribe.

                                                             
With fashions soaked in sun block,

‘The threat is real’

           Its creator
warns 

                                                             
That basting product suborns.

                                                                                
Irony veils the consequence

Of a technological immodesty

          That evolved 

                                                             
Upon fitting an abstraction 

                                                                                
With a body.

Historical continuities

                 
Compound historical misunderstandings.

                                                               
And corresponding times are tropes.

And with the trope of mathematical immortality,

                 
An infallibility docked 

                                                               
To wager everything. 

The satellites saw

               
The vast offspring

                                                                   
Turn

                                                                                 
From the cold teats

Of the Antipode.

               
Empathically turn

                                                                   
Toward India, the Andhra Pradesh,

Where the people burn,

               
Weeping itself into the sea.

                                                                   
The re-animism of all beings required 

By the soul’s convection to machines,

               
One dying part rushes to embrace another.

                                                                   
Reckless dislocations that 

                                                                                    
“Abandon all hope”

To bond at the bewildering parallels

               
Of information theory:

                                                                   
“Specifying in advance 

                                                                                    
All the features of a problem”

With’genetic algorithms’

               
That ‘eliminate’ variables

                                                                      
By implying that evolution

                                                                                     
With its “undirected mechanism”

Expresses a strong teleology.

               
Hegel’s negative ‘positivity’: that the object

                                                                      
Sizes capital’s essential ‘goods-ness.’

Give up, Earth.

               
When you hear so many rationales,

                                                                     
You know you’ve overvalued

                                                                                      
The object.

 







An excerpt from Eschatology of Reason: The South Tower appears in FlashPøint #6.



Installments of “Deconstructing the Demiurge” include:

“Crimes of Passion”

“Work in Regress”

“Onionrings: Adding machines_Crisco”

“Collateral Damage, or The Death of Classics in America”

“How Dead Industrialists Dance, or Swing Time”

“Tale of the Tribe”

The poet’s comments on his growing poem:

“Is Everyday Language Sufficient to Embody Everyday Experience?”


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