Equinox of the Gods, Straight Theatre, SF
Return to the composition of Images.
Outside the object, red ash that need not cease to glow.
Inside, a goat in a goblet, conjured as it is conjuring.
The goat within the goat makes pious offering
of a pious offering: a red dot
situates the scorpionic version of Everything.
Yet the body of the pious incineration has so efficiently exhausted temperature that a linear series of light points radiates the eyes of the dead and completes itself at its own bottom, just beneath the site where x marks the spot. It is the seed of a resurrection at the crux of crossed light swords: chalices inside chalices, sporting a crunchy froth of tasty gemstones, though few, I’d hazard, dare sample this elixir.
It is a good thing that history has no outcome, for each image phrase is a phase of an experiment in beauty whose dimensionality portends the unproducible.
Charles Stein, Barrytown, NY, 21.05.08
Scorpio Rising (03/2009)
Eau d’ Artifice