.
If
it had been up to me to conjure up –
decide
– what body to devise to harbor
all
the vast unprecedented strange
capacities
of human mind the Cosmos
soon
apparently would find it urgent
to
incarnate and experimentally bestow
upon
the blind and blundering morass
.
of
squirming, leaping, flying, digging,
swimming,
stomping, climbing, slinking,
fighting,
stinking, frightened animals below,
I’d
have worked assiduously to make
possible
an apparatus which gave almost
no
thought to the practicalities of living
on
this fecund messily resistant planet:
.
this
body would be beautiful with only
bare
allowance for the need to eat
or
fuck or defecate, defend or move
with
any useful purpose on the Earth:
its
remarkable potential for creation
would
require it from birth to vault
into
the realm of vision and through
.
dire
ingenuity unparalleled so far
in
the production of the sentient being,
make
provision from the platform
of
aesthetics for invention: take elegant
quick
care of the inevitably tedious
necessities
it had to heed to keep alive,
so
that its thrust could be transcendence.
.
From
the start, its heart would hold
the
art of its ascendance: with one
lavishly
insistent principle to which it
would
and must entrust its destiny:
to
manifest what it was here to breed:
a
ravishment, a lovely uselessness, what
it
was from its glittering get-go: de trop.
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