10.
“The sky is never as brighter than when a mighty ship goes down; the chaos of flares to the background of creaking metal mingled with the panicked screams of its passengers, the sudden increased brightness of the gas-lamps illuminating the elite rigid at tables barking ever louder the ship’s invincibility as the whole slips away and the screams of the poor rise under a brilliant moon and are jettisoned into the shimmering sea".
"Before one astrological signs moves towards its end within
the five day period of the cusp, it will characteristically, on the dying days display
one last surge of power, a blazing ember before its fire goes out. The land you
come from is in such as period”.
Eyes blinked down at the Geo-Astrological chart spread out on an ice-blue table made of…well, ice. “You see, right here,” he said while Mary Mary, celebrity drag chanteuse who had travelled to the Arctic in pursuit of her pet chihuaua Mitzy, braced herself for yet another onslaught of dire emotion.
Eyes blinked down at the Geo-Astrological chart spread out on an ice-blue table made of…well, ice. “You see, right here,” he said while Mary Mary, celebrity drag chanteuse who had travelled to the Arctic in pursuit of her pet chihuaua Mitzy, braced herself for yet another onslaught of dire emotion.
We left Mary Mary and Mitzy standing side by side in a
flotilla of crying angels flying towards tens of thousands of isolated and atomized
individuals, couples and families who found themselves foul of the hot and
fetid breath of a dying toothless mastiff and its own particular delusional
whimper and were now, unbeknown to Mary Mary and Mitzy, dancing on the air
below cold-stiff-upper lips in the pin-point after-glow of the 2012 Olympic Games
.
Mary Mary and Mitzy, content in each others’ company had
suddenly realized they were freezing and might in fact die now that the
fervour of the chase was wearing off. Mary Mary scaled a sloping but high
glacier to better see what lay ahead. She scanned the tundra. Directly below
and on the other side from their former position sheets of vertical ice gleamed
back at them. Each of the walls that made up the maze reached over three metres
in height, each frosted, and although the day was bright Mary Mary could see
that as her gaze traced a zigzag and serpentine path back and forth and
eventually towards the centre of the glass maze the light diminished so that
its centre was bathed in permanent dusk. Housed within the tenebrous and oblong space Mary Mary could make out two huge
orbits, obscuring what must have been the means of propulsion, a rhubarb and
custard coloured streak, or squiggle an artist might make with a brush of
medium thickness. The circumference of the huge eyes, for as far as she could
see, almost reached the ground; she estimated, at a distance, to be
approximately metres in diameter. A wide white perimeter framed a pair of
irises and pupil of an tensely depressing chromatic blue from which emanated,
nay irradiated the most wretched despair Mary Mary had ever seen.
Between the sheets of ice in the corridor’s of the maze the
celebrity chanteuse and her pet noticed that it was not only becoming darker as
they navigated the twists and turns of the labyrinth, but warmer; whatever lurked
at its centre was warm-blooded.
“I’ve been expecting you”, said the eyes from apparently no
mouth at all.
“Eyes,” the vision said.
Mary May did know what to say, so said nothing. It was hard
not to look pass the configuration of veins and the general whiteness and
marble smoothness but it was especially hard not to be washed way by the waves
of melancholia flowing from the blue irises and soulshaped-blackness of its
pupils.
“Eyes, that’s my name”, said eyes in a tsunami of sadness.
“Oh yes,”, stammered Mary Mary remembering her manners. “
Mary Mary and this is Mitsy”.
“In my charts,” Eyes continued looking down on an icescape
of lines and circles. A table that had hitherto been invisible stood out as Eyes
seemed to rise as he seated himself on an equally invisible chair.
The Swarovsky diamonds in
Mitzy’s collar fractured their new companion’s reflection into a
many-eyed gorgon of a grief so deep that the diamond’s natural sparkle
retracted becoming as lacklustre as an oligarch’s final moments.
‘You think I look funny’ Thought Eyes as it watched the rat-like
dog and its strange bearded bee-hived, eye-shadowed companion who was removing
five cardigans. Eyes was a tad short-sighted which had the effect that when
Mary Mary spoke he thought the words came from the being lower down on the
ground.
“Sadly”, and Eyes emoted this sentiment so succinctly that,
once again, the travellers were in tears. Eyes warmed to his guest’s ability to empathize and made a mental note to take them to visit The
Vale of Dead Explorers. “Sadly, it’s over”, Eyes continued, “the end. Look
again , this is my geo-astro chart and the land from which you have
travelled…no, escaped rather… lies on the sign of Capricorn and its time has
run out. See here, the last period period before your period is the Sagittarian lands,
geo-astrologically here”. Eyes indicated Italy
Mary Mary, who was surprised she was experiencing only a mild
nostalgia for her garden patio, hadn’t a clue what Eyes was talking about and
was even more disconcerted as this prophetic melancholic tirade was being
directed at her pet. She looked at Mitzy through the fresh eyes of Eyes and
tried to imagine that her tiny skull might conceal a consciousness that might extend beyond
a meal, diamonds and polar fur.
Mitzy did indeed seem engrossed as Eyes drew her attention
to a cross-section of line, circles and signs. “The combative day of the
Generator heralds the first period of Empire. This period here, The Day of the
Heavywieght is, like that of the Hell-Raiser before , its swanson. Swansong, one of my favourite emotions”, and
Mary Mary was awash with a kind of scintillating poetic yearning of almost
unbearable aesthetic beauty. “That one and Sehnsucht”. Eyes went on picking up
on Mary Mary present state.
“The climatic period of the Heavyweight is the end of the climbing
glory of your particular climb, you are soon to be back in the onscurity of the
foothills, look up at the peak, relishing the idea of another stab at the summit; it is how you navigate this period which decides whether you bow out
gracefully or implode for there is implicit in this time all the crimes this
period has committed in the name of ambition, and as with old people who walk
with the ghosts of their every deed, at times muttering to old friends,
resolving unfinished argument, pledging unpledged love, or taking imaginary revenge,
yes your land could be seriously harangued by a avengeing jury of a belated truth and reconciliation tribunal in this period of vivid senility.
This is a period where images in the mortal mirror reflecting
your lands deeds are at their starkest…and darkest. Here Eyes pupils
vertically disappeared, Mary Mary suddenly felt both powerful and at the same
time frightened as though the urge for power were about to sweep her into an
unquenchable thirst for yet more power and through layers and realms of violence
and while experiencing the utter raggedness of its victims to attain it. “So, much greed and
suffering", she muttered to herself as Eyes pupil’s came to rest, once again on
Mitzy.
"The Division Bell has been heard in your land and to this
tune every man and woman becomes a microcosm, as it were, of its waning
dominance; and will brook no compromise of their plans casting family, friends,
neighbours, associates co-workers in antagonistic positions against themselves.
Class divisions will crack and sub-divied and sub-divide as until…” Here a counting-house loneliness
beamed out outlining a crouched shadow play figure in an ivory hovel and the frosted
walls of Eyes’ abode moved in and darkened to opaque black mirrors shattering
into opposing fragments of imprisoned snarling faces. Mary Mary felt a heady mixture of the apatride isolation of those in solitary confinement mingled with a miserly distrust and a vertiginous
panic that she was about to lose power, like a formerly grand and now derelict cathredral and with it a furious sense of
losing herself. The overwhelming floodlight of loneliness and
ebbing tide of overweening lack of confidence retracted. “Divide and rule is at
its most intense on its way back through the prism”.
Mary Mary was at a loss to think of why anything concerning
her land and its history should concern her; she was a tax evader by dint of
simply feigning her death and being there; and the fact that she was in unstinting
pursuit of polar fur was a sign that she had already splintered off onto her
own brand of narcissism, an off-off-shore selfishness she, quite frankly resented sharing with a nation; hours
and hours of watching Russian It girls swan around in fur on television had set
her self-seeking resolve in stone.
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