Monday, September 12, 2005

faithless dirigibles

What manner of eulogistic fanfare might you thrash upon the seething masses lest they rise up into the sky as a faithless dirigible?

Would it placate them into merciless despair?
Would it incite them to fascist behaviourisms?

Sylvan entropy dictates a directionless path, an enigmatic choice.

Who can tell?

5 comments:

Brotha Buck said...

Thats doggone beautiful although I don't know what you said, but I think thats the point, huh? Glad your back.

Phil Plasma said...

It is meant more as an open interpretation piece, as much of my writing is. Take the meaning you want from it, but to do this you need to parse it word by word and line by line. I'm guessing most people don't have the time, if that's the case with you, I really appreciate the compliment.

Phx said...

Euuuhhh... yeah. It made my head spin. I dont know what half those words mean and I think that's my problem.

MikeE said...

My interpretation:

What would you say to the masses in order to stop them from going insane.

Would what you said cause them to fall into despair or would it incite them into nastiness.

Forests, being naturally entropic, contain directionless paths and enigmatic choices are required to traverse them.

Anonymous said...

So once again
The wanton phantoms of perennial despair
Foist their wretched somnabulations
Upon the altar
Of my nothingness
But I...
Yea! I, the emperor of emptiness,
Do not speak a word,
But only conquer
That which is never to be

Or, so I suppose