Soul Refinery

(Alien to Earthbound – summing up!)

ALIEN:       So what you call “life”
                 is merely a spill in all directions
                 of inky confusion
                 desperate to be permanent –
                 blinding – leaving traces
                 yet free to pull off?
                 . . . a sucking off
                 of what’s good in others,
                 your own colours left in music??

HUMAN:     We must squirm free,
                 hopefully exploding in the process.
                 (titters)

ALIEN:       The joy is pain at first.
                 Lets the bloods flop out.
                 Look how loose you have become!

HUMAN:     (getting gist)
                 Years & years have gone by the wayside . . .
                 All along we could have been sure
                 there are heights to be soared.
                 Better the few who glide as eagles
                 forgot of chains
                 & fill their lungs with air.

ALIEN:       There is but one level of artistic genius
                 you get taken to. No doubt, no arbitrary . . .
                 The infinite / the airy / the starstruck
                 you are switched into
                 & have forgotten what the rest was . . .

HUMAN:     All along so easy free, hungered and fed . . .

ALIENISH:  (jizzing along to end)
                 Yes, and I hope you’ll see
                 alone is beautiful
                 togetherness / life / eternity – It
                 the Thing / God / raison d’être

HUMAN:     . . . Cosmos, Om, Creation, Jah . . .

EX-ALIEN:  Why go on evading the issue?
                 Who likes lists? – Forget names.
                 (with final flourish of hands)
                 Forget talk.
                 SOAR!!!

EX-HUMAN: Okay then.



       Brighton, autumn 1987