The alchemists detect in the sexual activity of man a correspondence with the
world's creation, with the growth of plants, and with mineral formations.
When they see the union of rain and earth, they see it in an erotic sense, as
copulation. And this extends to all natural realms of matter. For they can
picture love affairs of chemicals and stars, a romance of stones, or the fertility
of fire.
Strange, fertile correspondences the alchemists sensed in unlikely orders of
being. Between men and planets, plants and gestures, words and weather.
These disturbing connections: an infant's cry and the stroke of silk; the whorl
of an ear and an appearance of dogs in the yard; a woman's head lowered in
sleep and the morning dance of cannibals; these are conjunctions which
transcend the sterile signal of any «willed» montage. These juxtapositions of
objects, sounds, actions, colors, weapons, wounds, and odors shine in an
unheard — of way, impossible ways.
Film is nothing when not an illumination of this chain of being which makes
a needle poised in flesh call up explosions in a foreign capital.
Cinema returns us to anima, religion of matter, which gives each thing its
special divinity and sees gods in all things and beings.
Cinema, heir of alchemy, last of an erotic science.
Surround Emperor of Body.
Bali Bali dancers
Will not break my temple.
Explorers
Suck eyes into the head.
The rosy body cross
secret in flow
controls its flow.
Wrestlers
in body weights dance
and music, mimesis, body.
Swimmers
entertain embryo
sweet dangerous thrust flow.
The Lords. Events take place beyond our knowledge or control. Our lives are
lived for us. We can only try to enslave others. But gradually, special
perceptions are being developed. The idea of the «Lords» is beginning to form
in some minds. We should enlist them into bands of perceivers to tour the
labyrinth during their mysterious nocturnal appearances. The Lords have
secret entrances, and they know disguises. But they give themselves away in
minor ways. Too much glint of light in the eye. A wrong gesture. Too long
and curious a glance.
The Lords appease us with images. They give us books, concerts, galleries,
shows, cinemas. Especially the cinemas. Through art they confuse us and
blind us to our enslavement. Art adorns our prison walls, keeps us silent and
diverted and indifferent.
Dull lions prone on a watery beach.
The universe kneels at the swamp
to curiously eye its own raw
