Mixed Messages In Deciphered Dreams From Tales Of Cafe Apollinaire

Tales from Café Apollinaire is
a work in progress
a work in process
a poem a vision of a poem
trapped in language
a painting of an ethereal vision
a series of paintings a collage
a montage of a thousand stories
of a thousand characters
all of it cut & dry
all of it bleeding from each part
into another filled
with false endings
we become Brahma in eternal sleep
becoming Vishnu spinning dreams
becoming the creator of myths
becoming Shiva destroyer of worlds
becoming destroyers of our selves
becoming the creator of worlds
becoming a slave to reality
becoming a slave to imagination
becoming the master manipulator of words
becoming wedded to words
becoming divorced from words
becoming prisoners of words
becoming prisoners of Café Apollinaire
becoming liberated at Café Apollinaire
we reconstruct ourselves at Café Apollinaire
we deconstruct ourselves at Café Apollinaire
we dissolve into points of light & colour
as we become part of a Surrealist painting-

We are in a Global Village plugged in
riding the cathode tube waves
of silver screens
riding binary codes
from silicon chips
on fiber-optic mercurial wings
Technicolor frescoes bombarded
by points of light
on moving mirages of montages
transcending virtual reality
transactional quasi-truncated interactive
multi-media megabytes
giga-bytes of satellites
in the dense sea shine of silicon chips
on information highways & byways
breaking down illusions of distance & time
as simultaneity becomes our overarching
myth making reality
in a magical surreal stream
of flowing images
in a single crystal moment -

Sending messages
beaming them off of Satellites
in space & back again-

Between sender & receiver
the message is garbled
twisted misshapened
sounds intelligible
the clockwork wheels inside your head
grind away at the words
finding your own meaning
to swear allegiance to
to take offence to
words a poor substitute
for the pictures & visions inside of us
for the emotions inside of us
ideas swirling about
at first a tidy painter's palette
paints becoming mixed
colours & shades changing
each new set of eyes
perceives differently
beautiful mundane grotesque-

the grotesque as fascinating
as the beautiful each touches
some ancient primordial part
deep inside of each of us -

Mythical Prismatic Paris
shimmering yellow glow of gas light
a beacon in the dark fog draped world-

The Eiffel tower a lighthouse
a guide to wandering artists & outcasts
to erect the New Jerusalem
of wandering minstrels
prophets & visionaries
for the future struggles-

Beaming mixed messages
from the Eiffel Tower
to the tower of Pisa
to the statue of liberty
to the Empire State building
to the opera House in Sydney Australia
to the Bushmen of the Outback
voyagers in the Dream-Time
to Red Square to the Kremlin & Lenin's tomb
to tennehmen square
to the Great Wall of China
to the crumbling Berlin Wall
to the ancient temples of Ceylon
Tibet Thailand & Laos
to Tokyo Hiroshima & Nagasaki
to the Townships of South Africa
to the African grasslands
to Kilimanjaro mount Everest
to mount fuji to the Swiss Alps
to the Rocky mountains to Mount Blaine
to the Andes to Devil's Rock
to the Hanging Rock
from Parnassus to Olympus
to the stoney rock face of Toledo
to sun-drenched Madrid
to the Balkans to the Black Forest
to the Sahara to the Badlands of Alberta
from St.Denis Gate to St. Denis Cemetery
to St. Denis Mountain on the Bras d’or Lakes
to Kelly's mountain & Cape Smokey
from Robert Burns' statue on Spring Garden Road
in Halifax to his statue in Red Square
to Karl Marx's statue in Hyde Park
to the Taj Mahal to the Wailing Wall
to the Vatican City to mount Sinai
to Mount Arratt to the Martello Tower
at Sandy Cove to James Joyce the fearful Jesuit
to Leopold Bloom cooking kidneys for breakfast
to Molly Bloom lounging in bed
in a pure stream of consciousness
to Allen Ginsberg & Henry Miller
to Charles Bukowski & Jack Kerouac
Howling at the moon -

by gordon coombes

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