Tag Archives: Black Box

Obliterated Upon Impact

Dedicated to the Voice of Empyrean Epiphanies, the Queen of Spades and the Mother of Kushite Soul-Mamas, who placed the black box here after it was taken from the depths where the wreckage of the plane was found by sonar in the Indian Ocean near the ruins of the ancient submerged city.

retrieved from the wreckage / the box reveals the final seconds / descent into panic / end of the line of flight / true disco / the call of the empty air / an unknown diva singing out her heartache / pastoral idylls in smoking ruins / the once-green Sahara / the herdsmen’s piping to the vanished flocks / it’s all there in the black box / the pilot’s final glimpse / earth rising / the ultimate kiss of terra firma / semiotext(e) / disco-bolo / temporary autonomous zones / islands of intensity / siren song of the eternal queen / spades & clubs / vistas of urban sadness seen in passing from  a car window / something lost, found, and lost again forever in the early 1990’s / woe to those who hear too much in a cheap dance tune…

BTW, the actual singer is MARTHA WASH

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Disco-bolo concept from PM
Temporary Autonomous Zone

It Must Be Jesus Calling

Given a spate of recent enigmatic airline disappearances, and my own obsession with unsolved mysteries (plus my unrequited love of Deborah Harry), I was elated to discover this Blondie song I had never heard before. I knew I had to share it with my loyal connectees (the chosen three) and dedicate it to the mysteries of the black box. 

Flight 45, last seen alive on the runway
Leaving for some fun in the hot tropic sun (back next Monday)
And our friends are at the airport / Cousin Bill says, “Enjoy the water sports”
As we fly into the mystery
The film comes on and the Earth recedes…

Several hours out – twenty minutes south of Bermuda
The communication’s gone – something has to be so wrong
And it must be Jesus calling / The silver ship, the blue sea falling
Death was in that poison wave and in its gulf a fitting grave

The coast guard said they might be found
They know just where the plane went down…

Black Box Recovered

retrieved from the wreckage / the box reveals the final seconds / the descent into panic / the end of the line of flight /true disco / the call of the empty air / unknown diva singing out her heartache / pastoral idylls in smoking ruins / the once-green Sahara / the herdsmen’s piping to the vanished flocks / it’s all there in the black box / the pilot’s final glimpse / earth rising / the ultimate kiss of terra firma / semiotext(e)/ disco-bolo / temporary autonomous zones / islands of intensity / the siren song of the eternal black queen / spades & clubs / vistas of urban sadness seen in passing from  a car window / something lost, found, and lost again forever in the early 1990’s / woe to those who hear too much in a cheap dance tune…

semiotexte.com
Disco-bolo concept from PM
Temporary Autonomous Zone