Goddess of TCP/IP

"The goddess took her dark veil, than which there can be no robe more sombre, and went forth with fleet Iris leading the way before her."
(Iliad, Book XXIV)

Goddess of TCP/IP

Deluded promontories preakness optic cables
where fleet Iris dances tender pulse
surrogate flux remembered decibel heat
Vast allusions prudent terror
ecliptic grooming dark weathers
images forecast, simulcast.

Her veins embossed the fury of bloodlit tomes
Electra's daughter decreased torqued desires
on the dimpled egyptian cotton sheets
as the bleakest quest for golden jug
seek hidden vaults of encrypted bytes.

Passion's testimonials heat vacant calls
pools of eagles loomed pursuant.
Demeter, Son of Cronos, plotted the stanchion glow
turning illusion poured meat burning root and
transfusion regaling the light pulse beat.

Spectral resolutions perfect intransigence
keeping the blotted messages ignored
as volleys tossed at speed of light
Reflect dilution slotted to follow
simple visceral I/O magic bus
pearls basted my luminescent messenger.

Comments: 14

Maura Alia Badji Jul 1, 2006, 9:32am EDT

i love this because of the attention to sound and out of the ordinary imagery.

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Will Evans Jul 1, 2006, 9:40am EDT

Coming from you Maura, that is a supreme compliment - my humbled thanks with bowed head.

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Mariana T. Jul 1, 2006, 9:47am EDT

Passion's testimonials heat vacant calls
pools of eagles loomed pursuant.

There's nothing ordinary about this fascinating poem -
Salud,

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Jeff L. Jul 1, 2006, 10:18am EDT

what about an ode to poor UDP? ;)... is he just a demi-god now :(

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Christopher Unseth Jul 1, 2006, 5:30pm EDT

I´m sad I have not read you before. I love your poetry.

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Will Evans Jul 1, 2006, 7:21pm EDT

Jeff, by now you know that old gods must die and be reborn as new gods, and so UDP's days are numbered, but not yet.

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Will Evans Jul 1, 2006, 7:44pm EDT

Christopher Unseth - welcome to Will's demented dementia ad absurdium - I'm glad you somehow stumbled upon this place and wrote. Thanks.

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Jeff L. Jul 1, 2006, 9:02pm EDT

RIP UDP, how it saddens me.

Scattered packets

:(

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Will Evans Jul 1, 2006, 9:04pm EDT

If you wrote a funeral dirge for UDP, I might consider throwing an Irish wake.

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Anita D. Jul 2, 2006, 1:34am EDT

Bolts of Volts would end all TCP/Ip goddesses.

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Will Evans Jul 2, 2006, 10:06am EDT

Very nice Anita - referencing the last paragraph of my Phenomenology piece!

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Will Evans Jul 4, 2006, 12:59am EDT

Ah, Candida, I guess you noticed that my various pieces tend to fall into little sets - all inter-related in some way - even if tangentially.

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Dani Nordin Jul 4, 2006, 12:37pm EDT

I know so many women who would be weak in the knees for this poem. Come to that, I know quite a few men who would enjoy it too. Great work!

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John F Walter Feb 25, 2008, 10:04pm EST

I'm rereading this a year and a half later, amazed first of all that I never commented on it and then simply flat out astonished at its power, as if Hart Crane had suddenly entered the 21st Century with a flourish.

We get a sense of deities consorting with their own holo images in a digital objective resolution frame from a quantum computer jacked into a Web for all to see, except that people don't have eyes anymore, just light sensing optical devices. The poem is so blinding in its heat of a Titan who refuse to observe the temporal laws that are His namesake--"turning illusion poured meat burning root and/transfusion regaling the light pulse beat"--that blindness is not an option, its a retroactive instantiation.

Will, will you please finish your goddamn move and write me a new pre Sim poem?

Do I have to beg with a byte bowl, baphomet bro?

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