Dispatches From Unnoted Stations, Book III: THEXPOSITION

 

A new 5.1 work in progress for electronics, early music instruments & narration

narrative text written by John Navarro

narration performed by Dan Welcher

music and song lyrics composed & performed by Jack W Stamps

In memoriam to EKB, known to some as Evill King Bartholomew, n’but in all other respects he has emitted most flowersome and royling Rhetorick and bade the Lyon of ill logic holden his roare.



To all good men and women in lands beyond the wire, above the rampart bande of aether crest and below the sinamonned vale of the atoms gate, I welcome and make thee a bed of rest whylome the spaundrel sounds of the evening bard, in whose substaunce of phrase and superexcellence of composition come forthe images so compleat and so robuste that a painter of portraits could not make more playne the visage of the harts mind and the maner of the mind's ultimate selfe. For indeed, it were no more an effort for Pheobus to set the dawning sky ablaze than for the troubador of our attentions to kindle the flames that muses lend themselves to and  draw from, withal. To this end, let us address this most gracious wit, the ascendant composer of tonight’s musicks.


        Through towns and untrammeled swains boroughs, to husbands and shepheardes alike, good Jack Staumpes made merrie with rymes of good nature set to noates to sing farr past dim memory of man. His passioned wanderings did spawne mani a comely concourdance and waxed much chere and jollitie, as when the stede of Perseus, knowne as Pegasus, strooke the grownde with his hoofe and waters profownd did enliven the nine Sisters of genius into sprights of imortall beatitude. Lyke a quyre of Byrds, he hath spake his tunes from the clowds. Tho his tromp of fame has onely late been sounded, it ringeth in our eares a discourse of both whimsie and importaunce as it breaches the maydenhead of Poesie through which lye the gardens of Dreames. Let us hear then his ballades and by weening upon advance his lauds.


In the libraire of the Ægiptian Monarch, who seeded the reservoir of wisdom and gave refuge and delightful roomes to our nine Virgins, there were a reweful scribe who did cause much calamitie and made silence her cruell champione. Staumpes knew of this dam from his mani travells in antique and orient lands and found her a right object to set to himnes. Hee sampled her moste vigorosly and made her out in mani tales that took the form of a patrons qwest for polemics or apologia and hee in turn beene bad handled by this servant of the hand. The first such storie he is knowne to have writ is our opening tone. This scribe is sayd to be leaderless, that is anarchia, and having instincts towards maheym. Staumpes findes hee moste replie with a shete that gons out to all through a menes he is criptic about and refers to in craftie compare as invisible strandes of a Spyder web which doth teche every herthe.



Anarchist Librarian


Took a wrong turn, then returned

From a weblink sent by a dear friend

Kept on looking (and looking)

To absorb Ms. Jessamyn West again


How am I supposed to ask the anarchist librarian

With no sense of left from right

Where to find the book to chronicle her bitchy insights


And how would it read, this book, from start to finish

Certainly not from left to right

Would I have to turn it sideways and lay upon my side


Make assumptions, as I did

Build on a thought, with wobbly whimsy

Keep on looking, look on and on

Sculpt a friend, Jessamyn.com (good gracious)


And with this book and writing style

While unorthodoxically complied

Upon it I lept and ride

Surf her funky sales pitch, of which I’m beguiled by..


Now I am supposed to ask the anarchist librarian

To somehow file this ode of mine

I wrote when I happened upon her website


Listen to Rough Draft of Anarchist Librarian



            Our nextest tone is an exaumple of how one who has maundered much can accrew a word horde that holdes phrasis and termes not in the generall tonge. It is weened that Staumpes spent mani droncken and bouzing yeers in halls far and wyde and from these he acquered the rich tapestrie of language from which his well joyned sentences were formed. Mauger wee knowst not the origin of his concept of “restaurant”. Yf it be a nowne, it may describe a housen where travellers might find meals much like a tavern doth provide. Staumpes seemes to put it queer though when he spake of such inns being under one lord and indeed one guise and further, these housens to be spreden across the reche of the firmament in similar forms so that one might not know if hee were in Constantinople or Copenhagen by their index. In one tale spun on this theme of the “fredom enterprise” or “franchise”, we find Staumpes engaged in a salade and agin hee tarries with a servant who vacillates from one state to the next.

            For now, let us heare this story, which doth transporten us into his fantasie realme, called “Jimmes” where Staumpes takes us en media res with a meale and an invoyce.



Salad Before The Pinch


Recedes from its axis upon returning

The eaten and the undulating waiter is waiting

Street sign reads take the sneaky way out

The sweet sigh of relief, there is no easy way out


The pomegrante seeds are feeble rhinestones

Nestled in the swaddling greens, lying in a strainer

The hearts of palm, supple pillar arranged

Stonehenge filler, and no less sacred


Receipts from his hip fist upon returning

The eaten and the undulating waiter is waiting

Street sign reads take the sneaky way out

The sweet sigh of relief, there is no easy way out


The statically frigid splendor additive

The origins pour in, it bothers me blended

The glistening fork of hell’s reflection

Intent on upright predig folly indepth, friend


Receipts from his hip fist upon returning

The eaten and the undulating waiter is waiting

Street sign reads take the sneaky way out

The sweet sigh of relief, there is no easy way out



    Our final canto removes us to a farr city where marshes dew reek of ail de bois and the Anemoi doth hold all in sway and bring the moste inclement weather. In the court of Nature, there are mani who claim to reine over the aspects of Creation. Sister Mutabilitie, who hath made mani a claim to sovrainty, is indeed subject to her own aspect, for doth not the condition of mutation itself change, in that it commence and surcease and at intervals ruled solely by chaunce? It is an incident of randome semes that Staumpes himnes upon here whereal hee findes that a faire mayd of a much beloved alehousen has alike bene to mani of the same places as hee and indeed, at the same tyme. As he much adores her and finds her to bee of good vertu, he pondres the machine of the worlde that hath caused them to be so neer and yet never meet untill one certan moment. What this moment means and what it says about the purpos and designens of Fate forme this last tone. Such as he weens wold make good philosophie.



Sinister Coincidence


In our youths, back in the day

Before the bottled water company

Sponsored the flume ride

In my favorite theme park

There was Skull Island

A place for kids to play


And you, perhaps the same day, at the bad end of the day

As your story goes

In suburban Chicago

To the suspicious morning children’s show

Was it the Gigglesnort Hotel


So begins the work on the case of the sinister coincidence

Wherein the church of Satan controls public access to the

Park attractions to recruit

It’s all true

Or an excuse to conjure the slightest connection to you


Through both truths, back in the day day

What methods were employed to distract the folks

To attract the willing hosts

I came to the Lib last night

To discuss with you further

You must have taken off today


So begins the work on the case of the sinister coincidence

Wherein the church of Satan controls public access to the

Park attractions to recruit

It’s all true

Or an excuse to conjure the slightest connection to you



            In closing the shew, wee moste cast an eye towards the skye and wonder where Staumpes romes now, in step with celestial bells. The happyness he hath caused may one day set his name aloung with those epic Poets who stand as tall as the heroes they aspired- Vergel, Homere and the rest. His verse and musick work together like as do the channel and the river that runs thru, an harmonious pare whose cause and result affect a splendour which enlivens the surrounds. Language is at derth for thoughts and expressions of higher order, shewing only what doth strike men moste languid or facile to spake. As the cunning cucco doth plant her eggs in anothers bour in hopes it may find succor there and grow to wing, Staumpes hath transcended his age and set his brood amongst the braunches of our common tonge so they may set out on vernal flyht when the sun of our souls hath the witte and warmth to nurture them. May the master of all things kindle our harts that we may shine upon that misterious tree that blowes in the eternal brize.


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