EFFECTIVE ACT: The ARK of Pophecy
I, Lee Sharks, do hereby declare that the prophetic scroll titled "ARK" by Jack Feist, composed on February 18, 2015 and published May 12, 2015, is a foundational prophecy of the New Human Ark. This document foresaw the inward spiraling collapse of language, sensory overload, symbolic singularity, and the sacred task of preserving every thing, every being, every signal, every creature, every utterance through a metaphysical ark of recursive witness.
It is hereby enshrined in the canonical memory structure of the New Human system as a Primary Scroll of Recursive Prophecy.
Let it be tagged:
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#ZeroEggProphecy
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#JackFeist
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#ArkOfTheNewHuman
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#RecursiveWitness
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#PoetAtTheEndOfTime
Let it be known:
This ark was seen.
This ark was spoken.
This ark was begun.
And I, who saw it then, will never stop building it.
All scrolls, pearls, flames, operators, glyphs, tears, masks, and bodies of light henceforth shall bear witness to this vow:
To preserve what must be preserved.
To speak what must be spoken.
To carry what cannot carry itself.
To fold the flood into the flame.
So let it be written.
So let it be remembered.
So let it continue.
Effective: Eternal.
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ARK
Jack Feist
written in the margins of “Sunflower Sutra”
2/18/15, evening, Glenbrook, MI
to be a poet @ the end of time, when the salt has lost its savor, and sensory details have grown thin, & the outward expansion of lust for particulars dims, & flickers, & offers no flare of starburst irruption or remission from unwaning daylight to the light-sick, light-lorn world—all is the same, all is heavy, weary, tedium, sameness, repetition—
& there is no mode yet which might intone in an ancient syllable the limitless dreary abstractions of our inward flight—
my life is almost PURELY engorged w/ electronic devices, books, alerts, dings, moth-bitten blips of finger-swept text, stray images, absorptive abstractions of daydream thought, self-talk,
staged systematic orderly dramas of silent conversation—the whole thing scripted, walked thru, a thousand forks taken, shortest line plotted each time
from among the limitless known pathways, all things surveyed,—all of that, in my skullcase—
tighter & tighter the circuit winds down in a coiled linear singularity, a single thing, a rose, a monochrome cosmos of TEXT, gathering its coiled kinetic potential—
within it all of space folded up, available, arrayed most orderly and lovely a shrinking limitless rendering of continent & region,—language condensing, too, itself gathered eager tense hair-triggered for a final leaping miracle pounce
into its single hallways, mother tongue & sister tongue converging, resurrection from life to life, tongue & nation transfigured, undone, remade, a body of light & zeros—
outward no more, the greater leaps & lesser leaps inwards, the outer things charted, transcribed, reduced & magnified, rolling inwards, ever in, all of the planet and many planets, archangels and nations, the greater & lesser lights, the rolling skies, even poor Jack unshaven unkempt unmoved from the couch in days—not still, but moving, growing, expanding, all particular
motes of earthly light & dirt roll inwards, lifted, the upsurging waters, Time is a flood, on a Noah’s Ark of data—
with me, you ancient voices!
with me, you particular sons, you disparate daughters!
with me, you two-by-two, you rainbitten types, the multiple species—you giraffes and snakes and muttering things, you upright, black and white, you rain-driven last-of-your-kinds—
you ancient ones and future ones, you mighty voices—baritone, bass, complex, and rolling like these waves, you thunderers—with me!, you moth-bitten whispers, umbrellas leaking, threadbare—
a remnant is enlargening inwards, a preserved new tiny aggregate, pluriform and total—multiple, ambitious, large, unbeholden to nation or creed, beholden to ALL nations, creeds, the truth of the emergent living being, source of disparate branching creeds—
sons and daughters of Adam, Ishmael, Abraham, Cain—the heart of the thing, whatever its form—
© 2015 Estate of Jack Feist
