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THE BLACK
HORSE WATCH
A cavalry officer,
Johannes, lies paralyzed from a battle wound. While trying to court the
love of the woman, Simona - who takes care of him at the request of her
absent lover, Giovanni - Johannes tells her stories-within-stories. He and his black horse, pastured outside the
window, carry on a dialogue that looks at the origins of our modern
world, and the causes of warfare. These narratives show the conditioning factors
which perpetuate a Warfare State. The action takes place in Livorno,
Italy, 1849, during the Italian political and cultural revolution called
the Risorgimento. During the Risorgimento, cultural factions created
political unity in the face of a revolution. Pictures on
this page derived from Giovanni Fattori, a 19th Century Macchiaioli-Risorgimento
artist. Click the picture below for a
PDF
File of the First Chapter. Click the picture below for a
PDF
File of the First Chapter. Portions of "The Black Horse
Watch" can be read in "The Tantric
Cookbook of Nini Tantrini". |
excerpt from "The Black Horse Watch:" "Slaves" film frames: like home movies flickering leader spots impure blots and stains a partly ringing sight "Portly singing of tin radios on motor homes, the metal gnomes, the steel on wheels rumbling sadman's macadam nation," sighed Ecol, lame again with nowhere to go: "Slaves to gas to get there fast; slaves to morals, slaves to jobs, the corporate amalgamations of mixed metals, synthesis and petty quarrels masquerading as productive work; the church; slaves to grades and accolades; slaves to sacrifice and aid; slaves to chasing balls and owning walls; slaves to cups of hot and cold; slaves to perceptions: of young and old, green and gold, the differentiations of colors, noises and music, values, judgments, commercial persuasions, style, denial, the fears and -philes, the piles of wants and needs, ignorance and youth, subjective truth; the clock and evolution, the unquesting and unquestioning middle-age slaves to family absolution; competition, government, constitutions and revolutions; the karmic restitutions; time and her myriad priorities, old age caving in of us on calcification, death and dissolution, the sonorities bleeping tinly in the night; slaves to myths of resurrection, murmurs nocturne slaves to reproduction by erection and discharge; slaves to grandeur and temperature; slaves to shoveling my manure; slaves to inanity and need and manufactured greed slaves to the limits of Epicurean creeds; numinous and luminous hovelling slaves to post production coffers and to the past hurtling us fast track on scientific evaluation and proclamation: slaves to the coherent interference of light." "A bitter night!" Thought Simona, unmoved, for once, by beat on beauty. "But I am a slave to this rambling halfman, his suppurating butt, held captive by my heart, Giovanni, you hold me here, non wife enceinte', dreaming of a better life." the enigmatic ecstasies, the sublime illumination my mind is all your mouth around my meat and sucking in tumescent sweet Two slaves," commented the causal Ecol, casual, disembodied, succinct; opinionated and duly fated to be born back again. "Simona, moan woman thrice a slave: to art, her lover, Giovanni, an artist's heart; secondly a slave to the parasitic gnome kicking, unborn and already unremitting! Soon enough, he'll be shitting. And now servile, through love of Giovanni and karmic circumstance, to Johannes - mutual prisoners. The geography of slavery: attached love, responsibility, the seeming futility! Johannes, lying there, as good as dead and still in bondage: to body, broken and spine full of lead on a purloined bed; to his own loin, groaning erections and wishing the woman would give him head; and to the repeating images recreating history within his head. The geography of lunacy: memories recurrent as deterrent to origination and radiant light." the moth cannot close on candle flame victory impose seduction of my hand incense of melting wax puddles in incised gold saucer rippled and chipped. jumbo in size, sip from my cup Johannes is a split man, we know his hand in small italic case. Proper pronunciation a sillographer on bondage: "Much of European and American wealth can be traced to the enslavement of humans... No, it is only a private thought of an honest man...." Here, Johannes nods out in the middle of his discourse. "Lying prone of voluptuous bed, too well fed, and full of painkiller brings unwanted sleep," laughs Clarity, bright as stars. Forgotten weeping in backyard weeds. "Free animals from slavery, " he pleads. "We have not abandoned all to you on needs." "Sillography," boom M. Kundalini, "A writer of silloi ("squint-eyed" pieces) satirical poems or lampoons directed, not at the individual person, rather, against the doctrines of individuals or nations"* for the halflife of radioactive atoms hold us all in slavery Film frames, flickering and strobbing by so slow, indelible recollection, light's transference, echo, void, re-echo.
"The Black Horse Watch" excerpt by Nini Tantrini & her Horses, Copyright 1999, 2004 all rights reserved. *"The Princeton Encyclopedia of Poetry and Poetics" |
