Triptych I: deConstruction Time Again

Emerging from lambent coffees at Goethe's Thuringian feet,
zoo station
imposed itself upon me in steel, dust
and neon concrete roar;
this slipstream city greyfaced,
chaotic with its own import,
ex(s)pectacular
and T-a-L-L.
Cranes glowering: gigantic metal vampires
bent over architectural prey,
lecherous,
creaking,
omnipotent...
reaching through thick autumnal misthazy days
to those places between the shadows
where transFormations lie
bringing eschelons of Escher's labyrinths to life:
in/flux and
constructs.
Maps are mere suggestions.
This city will not be where I found it yesterday.
It's all so far away.
It's All: so far, a way.

- .slip.
.stream. -

I walk:
just another small Zoo animal in the menagerie
down stairs
stairs
stairs, through
stares and up
stairs
stairs
heavy with history...
I'm lost again,
and again...(here)...

searching for the words
and
my blistered hours are choked quicksilent now,
inside library wings
desired,
in corners where celluloid angels stood:
Cassiel's ghost at the bannister
and my body all the less real for it.
Bach's hand-inked concertos encased
emanate genius waves from their glasshouse:
far away/
so close.

- .slip.
.stream. -

Walk
outside and shift:
dusk turns the glow to sepia softgravelgrowl
(another train; I'm where? again)
:another crane:
and in nicotine-laced cafe caverns
with a boho-ho and a bottle of numb
I see this magnus opium
dance
through a shutterspeed strobelit
frame-
by-
frame
reflection of progress
:erratic:erotic:elastic:exotic:
and the sun sets like mirrors
of the gallery on the Wall...
red
read
and dusty.
Checkpoint at sundown:
Take some shards of graffiti-scarred history home:
it's wrapped in plastic.
little plastic bags of Wall.
It's all for sale.

- .slip.
.stream. -

Walk.
Breathing Unter den Linden in darkness,
mistchilled fog tendrils crawling languidsoft
around seductive streetlamp eyes,
spotlighting pathways to the past;
I'm passed
into futures again; the Reichstag
now illuminescent, iridescent
in glass ceiling concentricities
born/e overside its father edifice,
distended with histories.
It watches, whispers through subsussurant trees
("i have seen more than,
and more than...")
and, nodding motionless, directs me to a famous neighbour,
wrapped in plastic.
The Reichstag breathes in stone: it is a proud beast.
("Christo wrapped me,
when I was wrapped. It was Very Important.")
I know nothing.

- .slip.
.stream. -

The Brandenburg Gate
is wrapped in plastic:
in/flux and
constructs.
There is a picture, fictitious life-sized and superImposed,
of the Brandenburg Gate
on the Brandenburg Gate
as plastic.
My photograph wraps it in plastic again
and the cranes bow their morphic heads to the mirror
in solemn satisfaction.
This is their creation; this surrogate reality,
this slipstream city
with its heaviness of history,
always and never, never: forever...

In this Endless everyaged place,
I've been lost for daze.
I never did take Manhattan
and I do not believe
I have taken Berlin.

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:for bakkhus:

More comments:

• On Tuesday, December 22, 2009, Bakkhus Unbound (1055) wrote:
  
  Still the best! poem on this site. ...
  
  
• On Wednesday, December 23, 2009, purr_verse (1320) wrote:
  
  my heart; thank you. xxx
  
  
• On Monday, June 11, 2007, Solace (1272) wrote:
  
  It has taken until now until I feel fit to actually ingest this triptych - and yet I am still dumbfounded by the gargantuan epic that I behold - as if indeed I were 'imposed upon in steel' metropolis rising morphing into abominations
  
  
• On Monday, June 11, 2007, Solace (1272) wrote:
  
  The imprints are felt in the deconstruction duet - double entendres like falling rain - a rhythm to set in dance - ballet back and forth through era's and exposed in this endless everyages place...
  
  
• On Monday, June 11, 2007, Solace (1272) wrote:
  
  Lost in the illuminescent (magniglorious extension) magnus opium.opus! Drowning in words like incandescent rain on a city become luminous and fantastical - more voyeur than tourist, more artist than voyeur...
  
  
• On Monday, June 11, 2007, Solace (1272) wrote:
  
  Truly an ominously beautiful beginning - solemnly satisfied...
  
  
• On Tuesday, June 12, 2007, Bakkhus Unbound (1055) wrote:
  
  "the gargantuan epic/more voyeur than tourist, more artist than voyeur." So very well said of what I feel is one of if not the best collection of poems at DP ( all the Triptych pieces, inc. the enigmatic 4th part). Your comments are fantastic, insightful,
  
  
• On Tuesday, June 12, 2007, Bakkhus Unbound (1055) wrote:
  
  ...felt! "double entendres like falling rain - a rhythm to set in dance" Very well said.
  
  
• On Friday, January 12, 2007, The Zebra Warrior (2209) wrote:
  
  holy hell........what a subsonic metallurgic madness trip(tych) cyptych blast-out; reigns in unbelievable imagery and excitment; a paragon punch of weighty imagination; a blend of cacophony...
  
  
• On Friday, January 12, 2007, The Zebra Warrior (2209) wrote:
  
  this just stands alone in its cyclone poetics...the aliterative and repeative maelstrom of this monster effort....I love the feast of this.....wish I had the necessary bookmark available
  
  
• On Friday, January 12, 2007, The Zebra Warrior (2209) wrote:
  
  absolute brilliance; sheer lustre of the futuristic city in showers of meteoric thought and deliverance....wicked, completely and utterly wicked!!! HOLY HELLS!!!
  
  
• On Thursday, January 18, 2007, Bakkhus Unbound (1055) wrote:
  
  HOLY HELLS!!! is right... yes, this is "utterly wicked" and as mozarts cat says: "should be read with a glass of the finest red in hand"
  
  
• On Monday, November 6, 2006, mozarts cat (239) wrote:
  
  'Cranes glowering: gigantic metal vampires' .. this whole piece reads so smooth, surreal .. this is amazing .. slip.stream ... this should be read with a glass of the finest red in hand ..
  
  
• On Tuesday, June 27, 2006, Bakkhus Unbound (1055) wrote:
  
  "frame- by- frame" ...still a masterpiece.
  
  
• On Thursday, May 25, 2006, doll on the rag (206) wrote:
  
  the cranes are still there; the plastic bags of the wall, too. i have a picture of my bare feet in the reichstag. *love*
  
  
• On Sunday, December 12, 2004, Anth (1437) wrote:
  
  im not sure how ive managed to miss this one, im glad i checked,theres too many lines to qoute in this,had me totally hooked,one of your best,utterly incredible, a classic
  
  
• A former member wrote: hate to state the obvious...it DOES read like escher...more than anything else.i'll gladly etch this on my skin. myself. _________________
  
  
• On Thursday, March 11, 2004, ariadne (8) wrote:
  
  this is just bloody amazing, i see an engineering blueprint in fractals, so structured and not, so beautiful, and well shared...like a rear-vision mirror