— Assume, as Dr. Leary postulated, that mind-expanding
drugs are exactly that. Add several decades of official and amateur
experimentation, and you will find a population with small but significant
changes taking place in their brains, minds and bodies – since the brain and
body, along with external forces, all interact to make up mind.
— Assume further that what had previously been dismissed as
anomalies became statistically measurable and even predictable.
— Before long, you’ve got teenage mutant ninja turtles.
It’s a new renaissance, but it’s taking place in the age of speed. Mostly, it’s
the sensitive who are most affected. Trauma and tragedy, along with high
intelligence, are predictors of minds that break, or leap about, or develop
networks of hairline cracks, in interesting ways.
— Other factors come to bear. Heredity. Irregular vision.
Clever hands. Athleticism. Intrepidity. Introspection – a highly examined life.
A deep sense of shame and guilt. Anger at life’s injustice. The pressing urge
to stand one’s ground. A wide range of skills, from music to mathematics to
languages to unusual dexterity: glovers; watchmakers, jewelers, surgeons,
sculptors, painters, writers, chefs, weavers, millers, tanners, tinkers,
tailors and seamstresses, lacemakers, architects, preachers, readers, scholars,
lawyers, drug dealers, pimps and prostitutes, astronomers, engineers, prophets,
pilgrims, shamans, fortune-tellers, potters, glass artists, spies, gamers, programmers,
pilots – anything almost too complex — and all those who love not wisely but
too well …
— These factors are observed, tracked, measured, tested,
and spurred. The authorities, the keepers of [power], naturally monitor them.
And have methods, albeit sometimes crude or untested methods, of controlling
their subjects.
— What results? Many things.
— Consider cannibalism, sacrifice, torture, execution, gang rape, or any other form of eating living things. It’s not about nutrition. It’s about defeating and partaking of “strange” DNA. Failing harvesting these subjects, though – for they can be both useful and amusing, the freakish things – the most effective course is thwarting, stunting, scorning and shunning. Alternating with overlavish or too-faint praise to keep the freaks on shaky ground.
A digression …
In my case, it was a glimpse of my future at the hands of a
… sadist without limits or any shred of humanity. A “man” who put the
garden-variety sadists I had known before in a golden playground light.
So, this future: it was to start immediately. One of my
daughters – at the sadist’s direction, for none could resist him – would run
over me with my own car, but I wouldn’t die. I would never die. I would rise
up, again and again, starting on my own street and continuing around the world,
forever, with throngs of people following and beating and laughing and jeering
at me. I would be forced to tear down every human-built edifice ever erected,
then rebuild them all, with my bare hands. Forever. With complete, utter,
endless violation of my body as a side dish.
That vision, as Sound of Silence describes, was planted in
my brain. I know who put it there. And I know he must have had help, because
he’s not one of the gifted. But he “leaked,” or let slip, a few other visions,
which it seemed (and seems) to me he had already accomplished.
“He” is the orange baby. And if he does come after me, you
might be next.
last night
before I went to sleep
I wrote it
in my mind
cleverly
using invisible ink
in lieu of
copyright
when I woke up
this morning
the pages
were blank
Ah, Hamlet.
Are you the possessor of
Barrymore’s exquisite profile?
Are you Olivier’s pensive Puritan?
Or are you only Burton’s nasal baritone?
Are you Plummer’s perfect actionary,
Chamberlain’s neurotic fop?
Or are you A.C. Bradley’s
Man of Perfect Sensibility?
Is yours the visage imperfectly reflected in
Coleridge’s shaving glass?
Or is Madariaga correct
in calling you a Borgian,
The perfect egotistical Elizabethan, Spanish version,
Caring for nothing but yourself?
Were you in analysis with Ernest Jones,
To work out abnormal feelings for your mother?
Ah, ah Hamlet!
Surely we should know by now —
All things are nobler in the mind.
when I talked to you
on the phone the other night
after twelve years of no contact
and you with two kids
by another man I’ve never met and don’t want to
I didn’t recognize your voice at first
with its southern accent and matronesque maturity
but I knew it was you and in my wayward mind
whose thoughts I don’t seem to control too well
even after all these years
you were nineteen naked
and it was the first time
all over again
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