Prosecution Opens It's Case-Eight Word Challenge
A horde of illicit cartridge was brought into evidence
drawing a trifle smirk, albeit mordacious, from the
defendant, elderly and wizened, who's past crimes include
loiter, but was now inducted on child **** by the prosecution
throwing the proverbial shackled book at him, that elicit pages
of justice protecting the young innocent.
3/24/17
cartridge-(computing) Magnetic tape storage, used for storing (backup) copies of data.
Digital beauty encoded in space
Densely packaged with binary relays
A hybrid of English et en Français
Dreaming out loungey soft beats and delays
Super 45’s and magnetic tape
Transfers of energy through vintage keys
Trading the lead to entrance and escape
Analog phases alighting the breeze
Delicate spires of open finesse
Hushed drones that mingle in the subsonic
Limitless visions in limited press
Mixing it down into Duophonic
Sensual ribbons of Marxist ideals
Consciously rolling Motorik appeal
JADE
by Rosemarie Rowley
I knew you fainthearted what side you were on
When you talked of social reality: not Jesus at the well
With the Samaritan woman, or the invisible loss of power
Which halts her speech and causes His deference
Holding her in trust for what she is.
You can talk of rural communes in China
Till the cows come home – leading them will be a girl
Bearing a key-ring and a dead black raven.
Your ways are sweet indeed, nectar and honey
And vinegar to end it all: you’d let all the
Wells in the world run dry for a principle
And proudly show us the papier-mache women who survived,
Embalmed with bitter hope and urgent salvation,
To tell the tale on electro-magnetic tape.
Returning
One may never go back to what never was.
For what never was, is but reminiscing, with regret.
Regret for what one let slip by, gone forever, and yet,
we hang on to those illusions, because ?,
into the moment, afraid to immerse.
Only in dream, in rhyme, in verse.
Twenty four years, words came, they laid
upon pieces of paper, the memories staid
upon mat, three and a half by five
images of what once was alive.
What was, what wasn’t, they all, are stored
within the deep recesses of memories hoard.
They come floating back to us on airwaves
They come flooding back to us from black vinyl.
They come floating back to us from magnetic tape.
They come flooding back to us from CDs
They come floating back to us from upon a stage.
B. J. “A” 2
October 11th 2013
The fabric of surreal
Technologized ecology appeals
Primordial mind ecstatic feedback loops
Bio-computer troops with baboon raids
Lurching software and mime sized
Memorandums, the turbulent data
Of an info-stratosphere equipped
Now to soliloquy the socialized soul
Through role-playing our baffling banter
The mystique of genderized alphabet
Polarities plug into an epic rewiring
Filmscape where magnetic tape
Plunges through redated terrestrial escape
As archetypal haunted houses create
The shadowy undercurrent of fate
It's brilliant how one seguays into the next, flashing on the
pennon of this new-age attempt to plagerise the etch-a-sketch, and
if you watch closely, if
you count your bits and bites, your digital copies of digital recordings transferred from
magnetic tape and stones chisled with ideograms and heiroglyphic symbols-
maybe you'll find that in a hundred years we will no longer express ideas in vowels and
consonents, clumsy representations of the noises made by oscillating tissues and shifting
palletes-
Prepare to discard your medium for storage
your verbatim verbal fencing weapon is dulled and oxidized-
prepare to shed truth and solidarity.
Press any key for ecstasy. (5.99aminuteforthefirstfiveminutes)