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CHAOS THEORY
The corner
of a tarpaulin torn free by the wind.
A coastline
of toothy fractals along which
our dreams
are assessed by a man with a tidy beard.
The fact that
we know who made us and why. Our certainty, its thorns.
If only
nerves could be covered by indestructible
implants fashioned
from a substance not subject
to import
duties. Think of the turnover. Think of the
corner of a
tarpaulin torn free by the wind, and what’s hiding beneath it.
Meanwhile a
gorgeous volcano
is on the verge
of eruption: Mina Filona, the
precocious
virtuoso: her tantrum
midst the
tangle of a cumbersome fugue.
And the
commentator, crawling out from
beneath the
wind-torn tarpaulin, says
” Nothing
will ever be the same again.”
The Rite of Spring - Stravinsky
San Francisco Symphony Orchestra
conducted by Michael Tilson Thomas
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