The spiral consilience (Paperback) (ISBN-13: 9781541059979)

This chapbook starts by directly addressing humankind's connection to the vastness of outer space, and sets forth the premise that death (as a permanent state of being) is of the same substance, or soul, as whatever exists outside of the Universe. It then veers off on a tangent into stranger territory, and talks of unnamed worlds, without life yet possessed by some unliving, sentient force, whose spheres have drifted to the most distant regions of outer space; or, more properly, into the nothingness that reigns illimitably outside of space, where it has been speculated that no laws of nature can exist. Gigantic, otherworldly graves abound in rhyming descriptions of lifeless geographies. Monuments, catacombs and buildings, all deserted and of unknown origin, are lyrically narrated into existence deep beneath the surface of the Earth, as well as on and under the surfaces of distant asteroids. Alien cenotaphs resembling something Hugh Ferriss might have sketched from a fever dream are articulated through regular, metered verse. A sinister thread connecting all these massive structures with the aforementioned sentient force, which we are told holds all life and death in its grip, runs through the poems. Hymns to the universe in all its barrenness are juxtaposed with landscapes of horror, all elegantly unscrolled in lurid poetics that are made all the more disturbing by their intentional symmetry. The final poem seems to be a negation of itself, plus all of the other poems in the volume. The book ends with several prose statements of a negative nature concerning the fate of humanity in the Universe.

"Odysseus, in Homer's Odyssey, plays upon his name--Ou-d駟s/Ou-tis meaning no-one/no-thing--in order, through nomenclatural disorder (or rather: division, divergence), to outwit and outwitness the Cyclops, a creature of singular vision and ultimately also of unbounded blindness. Oude?, in the spiral consilience, sings a similar siren-song and sets out on a similar voyage, albeit one over the course of which the Ulyssean body, in turn, makes a rather m鑼iculous U-turn and turns out to be a M鑼ic Moebius itself (the M鑼ic Moebius stripped Bare by her Bachelors, Masters, Doctors and Readers). ... Oude?, in the spiral consilience, engraves in each chronotaph-epitaph--each poetic page--the gist and the widening/planet-wide gyre of the grave-digger, but a grave-digger set adrift on the seas, digging into the tides of today with the oar of Odysseus: that oar of {y}ore which turns out (in yet another Ulyssean U-turn) to be a Golden Rod or Rod of Divination, singing in its Sea-Slicing qua Dowsing-of-the Deep the siren-song of Wor{l}dly Icons and Other Conjurations." --Dan Mellamphy

"If God is the tangential point between zero and infinity, the spiral consilience is a reverberant long playing black work of telepathic theology." -- Doktor Faustroll, author of An Ephemeral Exegesis on Crystalline Ebrasions

"My reading of the poems in this book has only confirmed once again that I can no longer respond in any meaningful or robust way to written literature. At this point in my life, I can react only to watching or listening to performances of writing, something that no doubt sounds strange and even pathological to others. Nevertheless it, this is how it is for me. Even my old favorites no longer provoke the interest and emotion they once did. I deeply regret this condition of limitation. I might describe this condition as one of literary anhedonia, likening it to the better known experience of musical anhedonia, from which I also suffer and which I realize is not comprehensible to the majority of individuals. Thus, I must apologize for my inability to offer a blurb to what may very well be a fine book." --Thomas Ligotti

Author: Oude?
ISBN-10: 1541059972
ISBN-13: 9781541059979
Publisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
Language: English
Published: 12/16/2016
Pages: 80
Format: Paperback
Weight: 0.21lbs
Size: 8.00h x 5.00w x 0.19d