Logos

Logos and the power of gravity. Deep thoughts current parity.
The frat house and the Rathouse. I went to Ikea today.
This day in history is marked by a new mattress.
A single soul. A heart. A pulse. A vibration throughtelephone lines.
It is soft.
Ikea is something I like to think about. It is only a word. But it is a soft word. Swedish design.
The emperor resigned. The mattress was made in Poland. I bought it in Vienna. And it is called the Sultan.
Sultan of my heart. Empress of my soul. I used to sing to her. Delphina.
I used to bring to her. Wild flowers and tales.
I saw the applicants at the Academy today. Is my future in there midst. I feel at home today.
It is soft.
But the logic of my rhyme. The rhythm of our times. The system the wisdom of our sight, lies beneath the surface. The purchase of a word. It brings objects and sounds and sights together. In a painting. An Idea. An approximation always, but always good. It is alive and vibrant. Gender-neutral and violent. Silent and my rent. So many forces pull us down and up and around and then again. I said it again. But friend. Foe. Ho. Mo. Behold a man. Ecce Homo. Voila un homme. Pontus Pilate said, and so did Napoleon when he first saw Voltaire. Voila un homme. I am a man, a woman, a son, a path, a lamb, a steak. Mistake, rephrase. Unphased. Malaise. But Bangkok was flue-ridden. Now I am bed-ridden. And Beijing will be crowned with laurels at Notre-Dame. The glory!

I walked by Beethoven’s 1803 house today. He moved around a lot in Vienna. Around twenty times, they say. Hearsay whisper softly. Killing me softly. Who else is left? Grads and accolade. Lady Marmalade. Forget-me-nots sprouting on the night’s Calpernian shore. Sprightly sayings. Refrained. Gusto from Godiva. She rode naked through the streets, and all the Emperor’s clothes couldn’t make her more savoury. Sausage of all nations. Bent and boiling. Troiling coiling foiling toil and trouble in a cauldron technique with Rommel and vixens in the desert. I was a quartermasters before I became a strategist. Now that I am a man. Gabriel and Luke were made. Gospel means good news. Eli Eli Lama Sabaktane? My lord, my lord, why hast though forsaken me? I am fortune’s tool. Logos.