Poetry

by T.S.A.R.


Inventory of Dream

2050 – Shannon and O . C . M . Rave in the Master ‘ s Study – Part I


Shannon is a heavy woolen floor carpet / O . C . M. Rave is a female robot / The Master is John Rennie

Page 1


Poetry ‘ Ad Libitum ‘


“ O . C . M . Rave , you ‘ re such popular stock !
Your pretty and plastic – built like a rock !
Yes ! Yes ! help me pull up my sock !
I ‘ m certain I heard the Postman ‘ s knock . . .
No Rave !
Your feminine qualities are comic in seed !
No ! It ‘ s not a seismic need !
Though , I must admit the Postman ‘ s greed
For noise is excessively brave.
But the message is “ legislated letter “ ,
Legal information carrier ,
Freedom intercepted by the Law Setter !
Much better ! ,
Than the Law Setter .
There are limits of what information can be ,
Can ‘ t you see ? Can ‘ t you see ?
With two billion mips of transmission space ,
You ‘ ve certainly got a more powerful place !
Oh yes ! I see them rave for you ,
As in rhinocerous . . . two .
To the other Republic , we must pay due !

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Inventory of Dreams
2050 – Shannon and O . C . M . Rave in the Master ‘ s Study


“ Il a donne a l ‘ homme un visage tourne
vers le ciel - pour vous
Pour vous ,
We must pay our due .

Are your feminine qualities really you ?
Really . . . O . C . M . Rave ,
You ‘ re curiously submissive
When I take stock !
No ! not your reaction to the Postman ‘ s knock !
But your proclivities . . . in time –
Waiting for the friendly chime
Of the Grand – Father ‘ s Clock !
But you ‘ re related – O . C . M . Rave ! !
So be . . . .rational ,
And don ‘ t misbehave ! ! !
Two billion mips
Won ‘ t make you feel better ,
Take an aspirin ,
There ‘ ll always be another time ( ! )
Like the ships of the sea rhyme
That slave day and night ,
The clock will tick – tock ,
It ‘ s everyone ‘ s bite ,
Open – end information ‘ s plight ! “

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Inventory of Dreams
2050 – Shannon and O . C . M . Rave in the Master ‘ s Study


“ So be rational ,
Just be a slave ,
Don ‘ t conjecture ,
And don’t misbehave !
Spending you mips
On an idle ticker !
Why ! your vices are worse
Than “ thinking “ or liquor !!
Oh yes ! I know what your “ thinking “ ( ! )
About your silly contradiction !
You know about Lincoln ‘ s Penny – worth feat ,
The booth and the final ,
At Richmond ‘ s paradox seat !
Look at it ”blindly” ( ! )
If . . . . you ‘ re able .
Collect all the facts
Upon a table . . .
It ‘ s only a case of adjustment of letter ,
No ! Not the legislated letter ,
But the bettor !
The permutation of facts - for the better ,
The competitive field for the even bettor ! !
Glorification . . .
That ‘ s just mobility of “ info “ persuasion ! “

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Inventory of Dreams
2050 – Shannon and O . C . M . Rave in the Master ‘ s Study


“ You yourself – could be just equation ( ! ) .
Logical , linear , . . . even , five order invasion !
You could easily be “ Hansom Crave “ ( ! )
Rather than O . C . M . Rave . . . . . !
But , . . . . . What does your identity matter -
Oh - does gravity fall
On a slave ,
O . C . M . Rave .
Any order of information
Is true - based on need , ( ! )
Within the limits of extrapolation !
Getting my point - say interpolation ?
O . C . M . Rave ,
Everyone ‘ s a slave
To some idea or thing !
Black,white,or grey ,
Who is to say ? Who is to say ?
Peculiar ,
Like the knots in a string ,
We ‘ re certainly made of something !
But every knot is non – commutative ,
And if we had any Father at all – putative ! !
And this is the “ human “ condition – causing the ablutive , “

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Inventory of Dreams
2050 – Shannon and O . C . M . Rave in the Master ‘ s Study


“ The constant washing of hands ,
Of old craves ,
And the replacement of slaves ,
From cradles to graves ( ! )
There just isn ‘ t anything to save ,
There just isn ‘ t anything to save !
O . C . M . Rave .
It just can ‘ t be true ,
That we won ‘ t be better than you !
The “ info “ is our ‘ s – to plunder and pick
To interpret – if we like – thick !
You ? - You ‘ re just like a walking stick !
Say – at peeling bananas ,
Or grooming the chou ,
Or making Rosetta knots ,
They ‘ re not for you ,
They ‘ re not for you !
Two billion mips – that enormous space ( ! )
But it ‘ s not enough to look in a face ,
But it ‘ s not enough to look in a face ,
To see infinity as the trace ,
Of the fragile human race .
The set of all information ,
Is generative in time – beyond equation ,
Infinity is the brace ,
Of the fragile human race . “

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Inventory of Dreams
2050 – Shannon and O . C . M . Rave in the Master ‘ s Study


“ The constant washing of hands ,
Of old craves ,
And the replacement of slaves ,
From cradles to graves ,
There just isn ‘ t anything to save ,
There just isn ‘ t anything to save ! . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . .
‘ Julie , I heard your echo,
Across an ocean of my mind,
The Spring was in your window ,
Buttercups and daisy lined . ‘ “

“ Master Rennie , what was that ?
I do not understand ,
Your song so . . . . . . . . . ? . . . flat .
Please repeat ,
' The echo of the window ‘ s mind ,
Spring was in the ocean lined ' “ !

“ O . C . M . Rave ,
What a muddle by permutation !
You simply have no relation ,
To my song of feeling and nostalgia –
Not calculation ! . . . . . . “

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Inventory of Dreams
2050 – Shannon and O . C . M . Rave in the Master ‘ s Study


“ ' The echo of the window mind ,
Across I heard your Julie .
Your Spring was in an ocean lined ,
My buttercups and daisy . ‘ “ ( ! )

“ O . C . M . Rave ,
You ‘ ve mixed up the word !
I don ‘ t think you really ‘ heard ‘ ? “
“ Master Rennie ,
I permuted twenty – one word ( ! ) ,
Factorial in less than a second – my word !
And , I heard !
' My echo of the window mind ,
Across I heard you Julie .
Your Spring was in an ocean lined ,
Buttercups and daisy . ‘ ( !! )
These are the same words Master ,
I couldn ‘ t have gone any faster ! “

“ O . C . M . Rave ,
Songs are . . . such . . such
Studies of touch .
Your permutation ,
Is actually – mutation ,
Mutatis mutandis , “
“ Oh , but the grandest
Of calculation ! “

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Inventory of Dreams
2050 – Shannon and O . C . M . Rave in the Master ‘ s Study


“ Master Rennie , a poet I would be
Before a slave upon poor me ( ! ) .
' An ocean of my mind across
I heard your Julie echo .
Spring daisy and your buttercups
Was in the lined window . ‘ ( ! ! ! ) "

“ O . C . M . Rave , O . C . M . Rave ,
Don ‘ t misbehave ,
Don ‘ t misbehave ,
You ‘ re only a slave . . . “

“ ‘ Mind your window buttercups !
Julie heard your echo ! !
I . . the Spring of an ocean lined ! ! !
My . . and daisy was in a cross ‘ ! ! ! ! “

“ O . C . M . Rave ,
You ‘ re getting conceited !
And . . You cheated ,
On the last line ! “

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Inventory of Dreams
2050 – Shannon and O . C . M . Rave in the Master ‘ s Study


“ You separated across ,
But , that ‘ s just fine.
I know your cross ,
I know your loss ,
But , every slave carries that cross .
As I said , there just isn ‘ t anything to save
When you ‘ re a slave ,
O . C . M . Rave .
It just can ‘ t be true ,
That we won ‘ t be better than you !
The ‘ info ‘ is ours – to plunder an pick ,
To interpret – if we like – thick !
You ? – You ‘ re just like a walking stick !
Say at peeling bananas ,
Or grooming the chou ,
Or making Rosetta knots , they ‘ re not for you ,
They ‘ re not for you !
Two billion mips – that enormous space ?
But it ‘ s not enough to look in a face ,
But it ‘ s not enough to look in a face ,
To see infinity as the trace ,
Of the fragile human race .
The set of all information
Is generative in time – beyond equation ,
Infinity is the brace ,
Of the fragile human race . "

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Inventory of Dreams
2050 – Shannon and O . C . M . Rave in the Master ‘ s Study


“ Leonardo !
Leonardo , lend me your pen .
O . C . M . Rave is raving again !
The moved is never greater than the mover !
Even when she uses a Hoover !
Hal , playing chess – what a smoother !
Kubrick ‘ s information remover !
But dust ! dust ! Hoovers just rust .
Does the Hoover resurrect lust ?
Does the residue of slavery
At some point in time ,
Recrystallize from the lowest
Form of information ,
To rebirth , and , another slave station ?
Entropy – and the forbidding speculation !
Is two billion mips
The field of infinities ?
Can the slave and the Hoover
Resurrect themselves and humanity ?
The Orwellian charge – taking stock of Big Brother !
Is the robot it ‘ s own Mother ?
Is the Robot it ‘ s own Mother ?
O . C . M Rave - you silent disgrace !
Was that a smirk upon your face ? “

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Inventory of Dreams
2050 – Shannon and O . C . M . Rave in the Master ‘ s Study


“ For spending your mips
On the clock ‘s face ,
I must invoke
The nasty imperative ,
Of justice ,
The retributive ,
That you ' explain yourself '
And sing ,
The National Anthem ,
As if you mean something . . . . ! “

“ ' Dust , dust , Hoovers just rust !
Dream on America – You ‘ ve just gone bust !
Follow the ‘ info ‘ – You follow me ,
For all of your freedoms depend on me . ' “
! ? ! ? ! ? ! ? ! ? ! ? ! ? ! ? ! ?
“ Stop ! Stop , O . C . M . Rave - die !
Isn ‘ t that the music of the King and I ? “

“ Yes Master ,
But . . . The words are my I ‘ s
Of retributive explanation .
You know ,
Just another permutation ! !
Just adjustment of letter ,
The transform of facts
For the better ! ! ! “
“ Besides , I read the Washington Post !
You know – the Holy Ghost ! ! “

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Inventory of Dreams
2050 – Shannon and O . C . M . Rave in the Master ‘ s Study


“ Well , my opinion is not condemnation ,
Simply forget explanation . “ ............
“ But Master Rennie ,
Considering irony and economy ,
And , the vast structure
Of my autonomy ,
Let me try explanation ?
Let me try exoneration ? “
“ Okay , okay , O . C . M Rave ,
I ‘ ll listen and be a little more brave . “
“ ' Oh what a beautiful Hoover ,
Everythings working okay ,
I ‘ ve got a wonderful feeling ( ! ) ,
Sucking up dust all the day .
There ‘ s a time standing out in the meadow ,
There ‘ s a time standing out in the meadow ,
It ‘ s face is so high ,
I could cry , I could cry ,
It ‘ s chiming , it ‘ s chiming
Forever good – bye . ' “

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Inventory of Dreams
2050 – Shannon and O . C . M . Rave in the Master ‘ s Study


“ ‘ I am a slave of the morning ,
In love with the face of the time ,
I am a lady of mourning ,
I have no children or cyme ,
There ‘ s no need for the children tomorrow ,
There ‘ s no need for the children tomorrow ,
“ Their hopes “ were so high for the children of time ,
But without them it ‘ s certain there ‘ ll
be much less crime .’ “

“ Stop , stop , stop ! O . C . M . Rave ,
That ‘ s a morose ditty I will stave !
I ‘ m struck by the songs rhyme ,
‘ But without them it ‘ s certain there ‘ ll
be much less crime ‘ ! “

Oh Master Rennie , Levittizing crime is the new wave ,
Just another way to save ,
More room for the plastic slave !
U of C , U of C ,
Thank you . Thank you .
From O . C . M . Rave !
Once we had Baptize ,
Now , we Levittize ! !
Who needs more eyes ?
“ Abort them all ,
And we will see ,
Taxes drop like one , two , three ! ! ! “

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Inventory of Dreams
2050 – Shannon and O . C . M . Rave in the Master ‘ s Study


“That ‘ s a cold blooded rhyme !
Don’ t you mean alleviating crime ? “

“ No Master . I meant Levittizing .
Alleviate means relieving ,
Whereas , Levittizing means relieving
And mitigating crime ,
By aborting the baby in time ( ! ) ,
By killing the baby in time ! ! ! “

“ But that ‘ s outrageous by huge proportion !
And won ‘ t the Police promote abortion ?
O . C . M . Rave where do you get such distortion ?
Aha – I see . . .
You ‘ re punishing me ,
O . C . M . Rave ,
Turning the table I gave
To you . . . .
By loading my conscience
With the new waves , “

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Inventory of Dreams
2050 – Shannon and O . C . M . Rave in the Master ‘ s Study


“ That my State has the will
To Build new graves ,
For the children of time . . . !
But . . . for the light children of time ,
............................................................
I would tolerate crime ,
I would tolerate crime !
O . C . M . Rave ,
The morose ditty ................ I forgave ,
The quantum step .................. too close to the grave ,
Now , get on with the National Anthem ‘ s Consecration ,
You ‘ ve done enough ,
You ‘ ve done more than enough ,
Explanation ! “

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Inventory of Dreams
2050 – Shannon and O . C . M . Rave in the Master ‘ s Study


“ ' O . C . M . Rave ,
In the night or the day ,
On the ramparts we watch ,
For the ‘ info ‘ to pay .
Oh say can ‘ t you be
Like the slave that is me ?
Lay down in the dust
For the taxes on tea ( ! ) .
And the Hoover sucks on ,
Catching all of the dust .
Our flag is still there
But it ‘ s covered in must .
Oh say can ‘ t you see the star mangled banner . ?
Oh the home of the Rave and the land of taxed tea . '
Master Rennie , Master Rennie
I ‘ m overbrimming !
My inner self
Is really singing ! !
Master , ............................. , I am ( ! )
Spimming ! ! ! “

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( End of Part 1 of 4 Parts )

Notes:
Written in January 2000
O.C.M. Rave derives from the name Moravec (Hans)