The Mundane Nature Of Manic Entertainment

This is a long, surrealist, prose poem. The image is like a dream.

Overwhelming joy provoked an
appearance characteristic of the songs
taxing the evenings for the sake of
conditions relevant to the grasp of

fossils in dusty pits. The thread

of the bent back left the conception,
from pain as guardian, against the
perceptions through exploration.

Processing a reasonable length of the
digging season included watching the
alien sky with the mysterious
expectation that rain might begin to
fall and flood the delicate site with
peels of hysterical thunder and the
electrifying effect of a flash, brave to
light the lower reaches of the clouds,

but as there was no overcast, the
anxiety of the blue sky reflected the

standing heat that quivered into
view as the morning grew brighter.

The forensic victory resulted from
an ability to trace the sound as it
evolved becoming a vinyl record, a
vibratory manipulation of the player,
and the idealistic assimilation impelled
by dancing feet. Interfering, as always,
the use of funds sculpted a straight
forward plan to make, of the
blueprint, a monument of tangled
wiring. Lacking experience, while

playing the music, as the process
began to strain down onto the
vitality of the announcements, the new

person expressed the old problem of
overload burn out, and when the burn
notice arrived, it fluttered across
the face of time in pages of flaming
newsprint. The quaint expression of

exchanges by insults began to heat up,
to become the resolve of sincere
intention. The fabric of this
anthropology was concerned to
research the objective sounds of the
popular artists long forgotten yet
pervasive in a resurgence of
admirable performances. Another

step revolved against the presence
of lights within the orchestra pit

with its shattered instruments, the
fragment of a bird bone flute and
wooden keys from a rain warped
piano. The phrase practiced just
under the breath was remains of
fabulous objects, fabulous objects.

Knowing this to be enough
expertise, a notice was placed in
the magazine with the hope that
excavation would continue and
academic credit, in time, be granted.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid long poem and write...Bravo