The Waste Land
BY T. S. ELIOT
‘Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri
dicerent: Σίβυλλα τί θέλεις; respondebat illa: άποθανεîν θέλω.’
“I have seen with my own eyes, the Sibyl hanging in a jar, and when the boys
asked her “What do you want?”, she replied, “I want to die.”
For Ezra Pound
il miglior fabbro.
The Better Craftsman
The Wastelands
Cris Elstro
I am the name of the sound
And the sound of the name
I am the sign of the letter
And the designation of the division
Thin, elegant, black
magnetic magic in our palms,
hands, pockets, purses
Instantaneous access to truth,
light, lies
Our prophets, witches, politicians
gods, locked inside, nowhere to hide
Every access traceable
Flashlight, alarms, pulse, EKG,
global positioning system
Propaganda amid Promise
The whole world
A you and me sister
In our hands
Hiding nothing
The slate never blank
From dawn to dusk
Wisdom mixed with folly
The best mixed in
Often Buried with the rest
Zeros and ones decide our fates
Code written determines place
Prominence decided by clicks
Erased from history Source
Impossible today
Cumaean Sibyl inside undead
Clifftop of Jabal al-Ṭārif, a large landform on the Nile River, Egypt where the Nag Hammadi codices were discovered. Claremont Colleges Digital Library
Site where the Nag Hammadi Texts were found. Thunder Perfect Mind is one of the texts.
Section One: The Burial of The Dead
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