Re: THE CAMPAIGN FOR AN ARTIST GENERAL IN DOONESBURY
"ANY DAY or year now..."
Channelled: Creative "Warp-Drive" Signature Detection Unit ~Milky Wayan Overseers~"Thus Far There Are Seven (7~w/ 2 "Leaning") Alternate-Universe Versions of "Mass-Culture-Positive" Doonesburys In Which An Artist General Figure Is A "Resident"...We Hereby Authorize~and Invite THIS Spacetime Continuum's "Garry Trudeau" To Join His Parallel Counterparts @ His Earliest Convenience" [Channel Signal-To-Ego-Noise~97.2% UpSuck-Free]
PUNC (Parallel Universe News Channel)
...PUNC: AS UC ("Unstable Connectivity") ALLOWS--
Art, Science, Technology, Politics,
Prolific Reach, Protean Grasp, No Twist, No Turn Too Sharp:
A MOBIUS GRIP ON ALL-SKY NEWS: Playing Truth Like A HARP
Collateral Timbre / Set 5:
JUNE 7, 2011~A GOOD OMEN, That Day Brought~
Re-Booting The Mindset Of A Years-Old Vision-Thing
~BOARDING STRIP AS RECURRING "CHARACTER"
Now Plausibly Less Improbable! Fact IS : An AG'd Likely Prove
A Veritable Embarrassment-O'-Riches To GBT's Savvy Genius
NEVER FORGET: ON THEIR WATCH!
THE SECOND SUCCUMBING
(Apologies to W.B. Yeats / The Second Coming
~Written during the 8-year Tectonic Reign of Deathstar Ye$Men,
to Which the Bloodied World Remains: In Gran Mal Aftershock)
Turning and Spinning in the Widening Mire
The Congress cannot hear the Precedent;
Things fall apart; the Party cannot hold;
Sheer Conarchy is loosed upon Democracy,
The freedom-gouging tide is loosed, and everywhere
The Standing of America is downed;
The best convictions are too polite, while the worst
Are full of obtuse intensity;
Surely some Reason is at hand.
Yet there instead, the Patriot “Act”!
The “Patriot” Act!
Hardly are those words out
When an Orwelled image out of Posse Comitatus
Troubles my sight:
Somewhere in the martial curfews of this seminal Treachery
A shape with Oz-lion body and the head of a borne-again fool:
An ‘Aye’ blank and clueless as the GOP itself
Is moving its leaky Trojan Agenda, but who knew?
While overhearing guffaws & careless cheering
from the belly of the beast, that all about it now should
gather threats of patriotic fillibuster, lighting & passing torchfire.
…Wounded cowardice drops again; but indignant courage
finds unexpected stride, in the edifying irony
that a Sitting President was on his Game after all,
as if afloat, fishing! entirely untorn,
glued from National Nightmare to “My Pet Goat.”
And what Hellbent Vision Thing,
its Truthless Power come round at last,
$louches towards Liberty to be Borne?
---Artist General Michael Masley
San Francisco Chronicle Article:
CHAMPION OF UNMITIGATED CREATIVE COMMONWEALTH:
"LETTER TO ZUCKERBERG! SPIRIT TO ME."
FACEBOOK NATION: ARTIST GENERAL FOR PRESIDENT!
MANY & "RUDE"~BUT FOR MY OFFICE~POISED TO OFFSET
THE NASCENT TYRANNY OF CALLOW YOUTHITUDE!
Highest Self Clearest Gaze Furthest
TRAGIC FRACTION, FLYING PUBLIC
"I SAW PEOPLE LOOKING OUT THE WINDOWS..."
~Girl Who Witnessed Plane Crash
(verbatim from on-location aftermath news coverage)
She'd be in her late twenties by now.
I remember a bristling background
of evergreens tossing behind her in the interview
like immense horses sensing fire with no way out
and her mother crying gingerly...
the blond anchor's back to gust, holding the mic
as if the way she did might soothe somehow,
trust-friendly, leaning slightly left--east--
instead of right...then closer, subtly...
Coach & first class
identically fated, all the places they came from,
to be called forth, to board by row...
their faces, as backyards below surged by
with empty swings in motion,
things designed to report the wind, spinning, HARD,
blurred...chimes, heard & unheard,
pentatonic tube-chimes & little brass bells
clamoring & tinkling over patios & doorwells
as if to Say, as if to Warn:
of an impact that would skew pictures
on walls in homes five blocks away, and thunderclap one Toll
for the end of all those lifetimes...
with this girl, so close, yet safe to see so clearly in passing...
a familiar immensity otherworldly on a glidepath
hardly the height of her treehouse over powerlines she knew
was her memory marred by this? Maybe.
Clearly her mother's fear; yet,
a severe privilege was granted her,
to haunt an unknown audience
with the point-blank innocence of her witness...
I'd likely buy the novel she could write
of that moment, see the movie made of it,
of those lives, that sold-out flight of faces
in a fixed row of window-seats
doubtless similar on the side she did see,
and the side she didn't.
Imagining those lifetimes, their birthdays come to this
perfectly-shared end, this
final day so unknowingly noted,
circled on the calender, arrangements made for departure
and, unnecessarily, as it turned out, arrival...
the ways & means they took
to board that flight. The little things done
to make it on time, the yell to hurry, the red light run...
the relief at the gate, the last latte, the final beer...
[Reading papers their death would be headlines in tomorrow}
The Times, the Tribune...here @ last now, the relaxed
And then fatally, irreversibly, airborne. The many, or the few,
or even the one, who met her silent, gaping look down there,
that lone depth of stare from the wholeness
of life ahead of her, to the hurtling
last seconds of their own.
~Michael Masley (aka, Artist General)
P.S. There were unfortunately 'ground fatalities' too. A woman who hadn't flown for ten years after a dream of seeing her name on a list of plane crash victims--and for whom close friends had staged an "intervention" by sending her a free ticket to join them at a beloved location on that very day--died in the explosion from across the street, serving tea in her living room.
(She had decided that morning, in a darkly pivotal failure of nerve, to not meet them as expected after all. The ticket was on her desk--had she taken that flight, she would have landed safely and been in route to her friends' planned reunion).
Solar-Systemic Neural De-Frag
Home Planet: Over & Out
(No InnerLifeGuard on Duty!)
ENTERING EGO STUN ZONE
DO NOT FEED OR EAT LEFTOVER VISIONTHINGS!
Somewhere in the legend of a map so deep