Monday, 9 November 2009

The Semi-Automatic Static Miracle Theatre

The Hero of Repetition
1st Variation


Time: Always High Noon

Place: The Unified Force Field in a certain and restless equilibrium

Static Forces:  

The Desert                            Civilization
The Warden                          The Madonna
The Warden's Men              The Madonna's Martyrs
The Savages                          The Civilized

Static Action:

There are two straightforward opposing diagonals which make up the field.  Desert Forces move from southwest to northeast (vers l'orient) towards "Desert Drain".  This is the Desert Diagonal.

Madonna Forces enter at southeast, move to northwest (or are moved) towards "Madonna Slide".  This is the Madonnna Diagonal.

Notes about the Warden's Men:

Jailbirds liberated by the beasts.  They have sworn undying loyalty to the new warden.  They carry out all the necessary penal work on the new inmates.  Some of the civilized are happy to have the chance to avoid prison by taking the Madonna road to martyrdom.  

The Savage Madonna - they call him Madonna because he is so beautiful ("as beautiful as Genji") and all the beasts love to contemplate him. 

Note about Light and
the Semi-Automatic Static Miracle Theatre:

All light is a static illusion.  Light doesn't stand still.  Neither do static miracles.  They need plenty of light but no dramatic approaches.  Hence the semi-automatic static miracle theatre does poorly in the dark.  It must be properly seen to be believed.  The ideal location for it would be the piazza at midday.  Any side is fine.  Passing illusions are made of shadows and darkness.  Static illusions are slow but tend to last longer.

Kinetic illusions need darkness which itself is static.  They come with light and go with light.  The kinetic illusion moves from darkness to darkness.  Static illusions need light which itself is in motion.  The static miracle is part of the stability of the ever moving light.  It comes with light and stays with light.  The static illusion makes light seem to stand still. 

The Kabbala of the Face Angel 
or Moyshe Laib visits the Queen of Heaven Forever 


It would seem, says Moyshe Laib the poet, that I am a good poet, because I do not paint death grey and sinister.  I paint him in color and good-looking, really early, around ten in the morning.  (Moyshe Laib is a Bohémien.)  All the false poets paint him grey and sinister.  All the good poets like Heine, like Novalis paint him in color and longing like me.


When Moyshe Laib finally swam out to his adored Queen of Heaven who lives behind the  waves, he took  his colors with him.  All that's left for orphans on the beach is the grey.

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