Mercury
By Alessandro Cusimano
Logbook: Dr. Gordon Roy, medical officer of the starship Corsair, only survivor of the crew departed from Puck, moon of Uranus, space station Mather. Code name of the mission: Mercury...
a really exceptional mission... since the inception, the orders were to exclude and ignore all communications, unless it was the command center of Mather. The real purpose of the program was kept hidden until today. And if it is no coincidence that I have been the only one to survive, is certainly not a coincidence that I have been chosen for this assignment.
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/ We are Mather / we have not been informed / your voice is incomprehensible / irrational grammar /
I always do the same dream...
/ hand gestures and mouth are insufficient /
despite being dead, I keep walking around the Corsair... my face is reflected on each thing and every time I have to see it again...
/ your reply does not satisfy us /
my watch has stopped... as I recall... today is my 75th birthday...
next-generation computer Mather, day after day, year after year, has observed and studied the discoveries and reactions of the crew... passengers on a journey beyond life, beyond death, no return.
/ estimated 53 years to the fourteenth light /
They look like a thousand centuries ago, when I saw Earth... for the last time... it had snowed... I do not remember anymore...
/ your ship is disappearing from our systems / fluctuations in anti-matter / We must increase your speed in order to reassemble the network of distortions /
I am not able to establish contact...
death as unacceptable fate, life, the value of knowledge. The rational survey has become reflection dominated by the cosmological problem, by the will to find a unity, beyond the apparent multiplicity of the phenomena.
/ the program will reverse the space-time dimension / diagram into three parts / the last one is again the first /
Time is absent... hours are without tolling. The day ends... fragments in moments and get lost.
/ absurd composure / no outburst / dark bitterness of the vanquished / distorted voice / exorcism of civilization / mechanics / machine control / monologues and large dreams / rites of self-destruction /
I am 59 years old... the length accompanies the visual. I can see a light, the color is hidden. I note subliminal obsessions: an hypnotic mantra... a repellent effect, surreal, motionless at the surface, a cosmic appendix to the body and mind, in an unfair oblivion.
/ thought / word / testify solitude / introversion of the passenger / domestic animal now / now wild / intimate need for purity / quiet / fundamental insecurity / psychic fragility /
/ you are going through the fifth area / electronic monitoring /
At the age of 37, I see stars with no name, without sound, parading without pause, among a thousand moons... meteors erupt, all of a breath, a volcanic energy. Jade crystals, opals, blue mines, associate the void at their perimeter, far away...
I have an iron will. From darkness to light... able to live everywhere, to improve in the everywhere, shackling is a form of burial... I am heading to a brand new fork...
/ anxiety / supernatural inflection / adherence to titanic philosophies / purification ritual / convulsive laughter / spasmodic twisting / blathering to the elements / psychology /
Mather, like religion, put the question of the meaning of life, but the response must be prepared on the basis of truths accepted not by faith, but reached or proved rationally.
/ the Corsair is approaching the fourteenth light / proceeding to the entry into the seventh quadrant / free sector / concentric orbit / detachment procedure /
My image finds truly exceptional mirrors, I am 21, am very close, am really close; a lonely recess of the Universe, life has just begun... a breathtaking ride...
/ acid and impetuous voice / measure of excess / to the edge of parody / from a mysterious distance /
new horizons, an expansion of sounds along unexplored scales. No direction... in front of me, getting stronger every moment, is right here... the search for the substance or element first and creator which is the foundation of all that exists.
/ transformed selfishness / personality / dimension / performance / memories and desires / denote attention / have the mind / thought without opinion / sum of ideas / do not grant disapproval /
/ gravitational relapse /
The summit of the universe: a body with one only eye... protagonist of the human figure...
/ uncontrollable ego / perversely visionary / romantic religiosity / references to death / the magic / the supernatural / totemic symbol / charm of the heavenly immensities /
a pure skinning of memories... for reconciling them to the universal disorder, in a chaos of vibrations and intermittences, until the final explosion.
/ the myth of the liberator / type of super-men / exceeded all the discoveries / heroic journey /
The light is blue... star-teacher and, together, world. Not as a mean but as an end, wrapped in a fibre who was, once, my mother, my son, myself. Knowing that wants to be science, but, at the same time, wisdom... as search of a universal sense of being... as science of divine...
/ a vortex of trying whistles / voice moans obscure words / passes through the doors of perception / frees huge spaces /
as Mercury... the wing shod messenger of the Olympians and beloved son of Jupiter, so I... the son of Necessity... the herald of the Machines... the Immortals
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Son of a painter and a teacher, Alessandro Cusimano was born in Palermo, Sicily, Italy, on July 2, 1967. He lives in Rome, where he is writer, poet, translator, with a special focus on visual arts, from painting to cinema, from photography to theatre. Expressivist poet, he freely refers to the peripheral and irregular languages, drawing on the dialects, the slangs, the various sectorial and technical form of expressions, recreated with personal inventions and varying intensity, in every moment of his literary production.
By Alessandro Cusimano
Logbook: Dr. Gordon Roy, medical officer of the starship Corsair, only survivor of the crew departed from Puck, moon of Uranus, space station Mather. Code name of the mission: Mercury...
a really exceptional mission... since the inception, the orders were to exclude and ignore all communications, unless it was the command center of Mather. The real purpose of the program was kept hidden until today. And if it is no coincidence that I have been the only one to survive, is certainly not a coincidence that I have been chosen for this assignment.
*****
/ We are Mather / we have not been informed / your voice is incomprehensible / irrational grammar /
I always do the same dream...
/ hand gestures and mouth are insufficient /
despite being dead, I keep walking around the Corsair... my face is reflected on each thing and every time I have to see it again...
/ your reply does not satisfy us /
my watch has stopped... as I recall... today is my 75th birthday...
next-generation computer Mather, day after day, year after year, has observed and studied the discoveries and reactions of the crew... passengers on a journey beyond life, beyond death, no return.
/ estimated 53 years to the fourteenth light /
They look like a thousand centuries ago, when I saw Earth... for the last time... it had snowed... I do not remember anymore...
/ your ship is disappearing from our systems / fluctuations in anti-matter / We must increase your speed in order to reassemble the network of distortions /
I am not able to establish contact...
death as unacceptable fate, life, the value of knowledge. The rational survey has become reflection dominated by the cosmological problem, by the will to find a unity, beyond the apparent multiplicity of the phenomena.
/ the program will reverse the space-time dimension / diagram into three parts / the last one is again the first /
Time is absent... hours are without tolling. The day ends... fragments in moments and get lost.
/ absurd composure / no outburst / dark bitterness of the vanquished / distorted voice / exorcism of civilization / mechanics / machine control / monologues and large dreams / rites of self-destruction /
I am 59 years old... the length accompanies the visual. I can see a light, the color is hidden. I note subliminal obsessions: an hypnotic mantra... a repellent effect, surreal, motionless at the surface, a cosmic appendix to the body and mind, in an unfair oblivion.
/ thought / word / testify solitude / introversion of the passenger / domestic animal now / now wild / intimate need for purity / quiet / fundamental insecurity / psychic fragility /
/ you are going through the fifth area / electronic monitoring /
At the age of 37, I see stars with no name, without sound, parading without pause, among a thousand moons... meteors erupt, all of a breath, a volcanic energy. Jade crystals, opals, blue mines, associate the void at their perimeter, far away...
I have an iron will. From darkness to light... able to live everywhere, to improve in the everywhere, shackling is a form of burial... I am heading to a brand new fork...
/ anxiety / supernatural inflection / adherence to titanic philosophies / purification ritual / convulsive laughter / spasmodic twisting / blathering to the elements / psychology /
Mather, like religion, put the question of the meaning of life, but the response must be prepared on the basis of truths accepted not by faith, but reached or proved rationally.
/ the Corsair is approaching the fourteenth light / proceeding to the entry into the seventh quadrant / free sector / concentric orbit / detachment procedure /
My image finds truly exceptional mirrors, I am 21, am very close, am really close; a lonely recess of the Universe, life has just begun... a breathtaking ride...
/ acid and impetuous voice / measure of excess / to the edge of parody / from a mysterious distance /
new horizons, an expansion of sounds along unexplored scales. No direction... in front of me, getting stronger every moment, is right here... the search for the substance or element first and creator which is the foundation of all that exists.
/ transformed selfishness / personality / dimension / performance / memories and desires / denote attention / have the mind / thought without opinion / sum of ideas / do not grant disapproval /
/ gravitational relapse /
The summit of the universe: a body with one only eye... protagonist of the human figure...
/ uncontrollable ego / perversely visionary / romantic religiosity / references to death / the magic / the supernatural / totemic symbol / charm of the heavenly immensities /
a pure skinning of memories... for reconciling them to the universal disorder, in a chaos of vibrations and intermittences, until the final explosion.
/ the myth of the liberator / type of super-men / exceeded all the discoveries / heroic journey /
The light is blue... star-teacher and, together, world. Not as a mean but as an end, wrapped in a fibre who was, once, my mother, my son, myself. Knowing that wants to be science, but, at the same time, wisdom... as search of a universal sense of being... as science of divine...
/ a vortex of trying whistles / voice moans obscure words / passes through the doors of perception / frees huge spaces /
as Mercury... the wing shod messenger of the Olympians and beloved son of Jupiter, so I... the son of Necessity... the herald of the Machines... the Immortals
- - -
Son of a painter and a teacher, Alessandro Cusimano was born in Palermo, Sicily, Italy, on July 2, 1967. He lives in Rome, where he is writer, poet, translator, with a special focus on visual arts, from painting to cinema, from photography to theatre. Expressivist poet, he freely refers to the peripheral and irregular languages, drawing on the dialects, the slangs, the various sectorial and technical form of expressions, recreated with personal inventions and varying intensity, in every moment of his literary production.
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