Gerkin's Visions
The Hebephrenic Vision Script
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Die boldly.
Fill your cup. Meet the animal
squarely. Dominus illuninatio mea. The boats trawl the edge, The breadth. The breadth so positioned: Plane TWO.
Running in white light just knowing you are golden is freedom even
beyond the dolphin as colors bend backward through the mind prism having bitten of succulent oranges
trusting what they say dwelling in some sacred seed in alabastered timeless
sand a patience glows: invites the time
sought rays from stars aloft of ours til there before the snows of sea spume
the seed enlightens groves whose light not hours that sunne man would in such
alamedas, the flint-tipped Hopi heads tap the sacred stone in such times: Socrates fathoms fragments K’AN
CHIEN “In Navajo,” he said. I said, “in Hopi.” “In Navajo,” he said. In
Navajo no illiteracy exists, since no alphabet exists.
La Fiesta Brava, that if it seems that the torero
walks out of the arena, but that he really flies and that all the excitement
moving about the crowd has been focused within himself and he has done it, not
they, and knows that but the crowd doesn’t, or else they would all be there
facing them, strutting before them, giving them strength. But after sometime within the confines of
those cells, after knowing the pains of Papillon, after being just another
Devil’s Island escape artist, I came to feel the undertow of the cell and I
bowed before it and complied with it that it might not destroy me, that I might
leave, feeling within my own brain place the broken glass of alienation. Before me appeared an aberrant apparition
languid with sweetness, intelligent and soft spoken.”
Some days later Dr. Michael delved again into
Gerkin's reasons for his alienation. He
found myself looking through Gerkin's eyes more and more. Little things at the hospital began to
irritate him. Gerkin even began
noticing it. He began questioning its
right to existence as an institution.
He felt that Gerkin was hypnotizing him at times, he knew that he was
part of God. He knew that he and Jesus
knew both he and Jesus--everything--even he and Jesus existed in his head. He knew of that even before the stygmate
appeared in bloody crescents on his body.
And then even that went away--later he noticed the part of his mind
unconscious to external thoughts that of eternal dreaming. The night watched him quietly amidst the
quiet light of constellations. The
crescent moon its emotion, languid shunned the sun and sight of man. It refused to shine to reflect. Dry the air was pure it was quiet as his own
one breath. Doctor Michael, Doctor
Michael Ph.D., SST, LSD, LSMFT, scratched his anus inside rubbed his head and
like the moon knew not the sun or sight of man outside his lab outside his
tests his tubes outside his red, green bloody phlegmny colored liquids bubbling
through plastic plumbing seeking enthusiasm for Nobel prizes.
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About the Book
The beginning and tone of Gerkin’s Visions
remains modeled after the opening pages of Herman Hess’s The Steppenwolf
and Thomas Mann’s The Magic Mountain.
If the book seems at first perplexing it is because it portrays and
compares a series of visions held extent throughout the work in the hands of
the hero, Gerkin, and the narrator, a disciple of Gerkin The Master. The style is composed of prose poems of
varying length and cohesion. Various
moods and rhythms embellish the unfolding of Gerkin’s story.
Much of the material resides outside of time,
recognizing time as a variable and not a constant. Sections such as “Michaels’s Laboratory and the Wind” or “The
Imaginative Ones” clearly show the crisscross of science and art. “The Sitar Player” takes up the characters’
“Journey To The Past,” where as “The Famous Sunday Sermon” Accentuates the
changing that the language has under gone in a millennium with its bring a
“Found Poem” and its trappings in Old English as well as the impact of the
church setting, “Bullfight” implies a cultural break to Latin culture. The book reverberates between sensible and
non-sensical applications of the Hero’s practicalities and theories which may
find the audience delighted.
About the Author
The author was conceived in California and born in
Pennsylvania in 1949 and his father and grandfather and family had lived The
Grapes of Wrath. They moved
residence thirteen times in the first seventeen years of the author’s life.
After High School he graduated from the university
of Notre Dame and in all attended six colleges and universities at home and
abroad in Cali, Columbia, South America.
His poetry master at ND, John Matthiaas, had read before the queen of
England. The author wrote advanced Calculus
at the University of California at Berkeley.
His first published book is an e-book entitled The Dreamflax Cocoon
Through 1st Books.