Terrible Beauties
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To turn on one's left side, and see the lights
come on as it warms up, and then the right's
all buzzing into life, and then your eyes
all four of them - the ones of normal size
the one for close work, one for infra-red.
'Once out of nature', legless, quadruped,
changed utterly in ways you never thought
into new bodies. And the you that's caught
In any moment, is the same it seems
as all the different selves we are in dreams
known for illusion, yet unchanging truth.
We always change, glasses or porcelain tooth,
Growing towards some spiral glass or steel
in which still human we would think and feel.
2
But say we change our mind, edit our soul,
remove all fear. And are we then less whole,
less human, if we take away the pain,
remove bad memories? And are we sane
if we can pluck neurosis like a hair
with tweezers? Is the person standing there
still us, transfigured? Can we still make art
without those spurs and scars? And can our heart
Be broken still? Is love a sweet disease
that we can cure, or harbour, as we please?
A brain that's housed in silver filigree,
steel titans might still be more kin to me
Than those who flense themselves to bone and will
and sacrifice - who mould themselves to kill.
3
The nightmare beauty of a hardened heart
that knows its way, and feels it is a part
a cog in God's inexorable plan
grinding the sinful world - more scary than
some hedonistic aesthete who rewires
their body, wants new senses and desires,
new flavour on the tongue, some musky scent
they're carved to smell. We never quite resent
Their flight, or mock their fall with melted wings;
Vain, precious hipsters - it's their pride that brings
electric jewelled strangeness to our lives
and it is their own flesh they cut with knives
Leave ours alone. We cannot say the same
When God's militias bring us blades and flame
To turn on one's left side, and see the lights
come on as it warms up, and then the right's
all buzzing into life, and then your eyes
all four of them - the ones of normal size
the one for close work, one for infra-red.
'Once out of nature', legless, quadruped,
changed utterly in ways you never thought
into new bodies. And the you that's caught
In any moment, is the same it seems
as all the different selves we are in dreams
known for illusion, yet unchanging truth.
We always change, glasses or porcelain tooth,
Growing towards some spiral glass or steel
in which still human we would think and feel.
2
But say we change our mind, edit our soul,
remove all fear. And are we then less whole,
less human, if we take away the pain,
remove bad memories? And are we sane
if we can pluck neurosis like a hair
with tweezers? Is the person standing there
still us, transfigured? Can we still make art
without those spurs and scars? And can our heart
Be broken still? Is love a sweet disease
that we can cure, or harbour, as we please?
A brain that's housed in silver filigree,
steel titans might still be more kin to me
Than those who flense themselves to bone and will
and sacrifice - who mould themselves to kill.
3
The nightmare beauty of a hardened heart
that knows its way, and feels it is a part
a cog in God's inexorable plan
grinding the sinful world - more scary than
some hedonistic aesthete who rewires
their body, wants new senses and desires,
new flavour on the tongue, some musky scent
they're carved to smell. We never quite resent
Their flight, or mock their fall with melted wings;
Vain, precious hipsters - it's their pride that brings
electric jewelled strangeness to our lives
and it is their own flesh they cut with knives
Leave ours alone. We cannot say the same
When God's militias bring us blades and flame
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Date: 2010-05-10 12:53 am (UTC)Especially that last line.
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Date: 2010-05-10 06:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-11 01:05 am (UTC)I don't think I understand the last couplet. I wonder if it's yet unfinished.
But nice, nice.
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Date: 2010-05-11 05:45 am (UTC)I think I'm done - I really wasn't trying to say more than that transhumanists are weird but at worst leave the rest of us alone, while the religious want to change us into themselves, or kill us.