A Review of Otherwise Engaged 7

I take this volume up in hopes to address what lately befalls us in the ultra violet expanse let loose. I guess you know what I mean. Even if you don't you feel it all the same. So I was looking for relief here or at least address to our problems in symbolic form, as writers and poets will, so here's what I find. My own contribution Morning Star is a travelogue that I guess states the baring of the soul as far as it goes, and with a promise of  a wedding at the end that sounds a little like the wedding supper of the Lamb. To get there some repentance is accounted and a passage defined. Colen-Baleen had been submitted April 1, the first day submissions opened, but got no response, so Morning Star was sent many weeks later, which had not been written then, which did get a positive response, the editor being from north New Mexico, only to be surprised at the last by the acceptance of Colen-Baleen, presumably the editor filling out her dance card, so we take her in our arms. 

Perhaps neither of these satisfies the multiple particulates of the UV, but therein Shake Fest, of the assassination of cities, states and nations of the world, with all the Japanese mythology of the the Little Boy bomb, brings in Hamlet to join Banquo and the bomb, supercharged contexts of the Change That Is Come. Chas Erb seem to have no qualms in Alice Under Wonderland to protect against algorithm interference none of us are supposed to believe about George Bush, Eisenhower and the ilk, Trump not included, as Chas wrote before the time warp. The Black Holes piece starts out reasonable enough viewing Antarctica from space and burrows into the ice for an unseasonable Newshamlaben eruption of myth. How Podesta and political figures become centaurs and for that matter what centaurs even are is at risk if we think they are horses of instruction. Of course to Blake the horse of instruction needed a pound of cure. So if you think or daydream that they have hoofs coming out of their arms up in the Wash and you hear the clatter of feet in marble halls, it's all right here, dredged out of Lake Vostok. Wunderbar. I guess Colon-Baleen might slip in after the Black Holes have landed, as a slice of life to be expected in the BNV (Brave New World), people bathing in putrescent whales, building their cities like them, right out of Frank Gehry's dress up. Who knows but that they even speak whate, the collogquial language of that species out of Wittgenstein we suppose, all along knowing that we're not talking about whales at all, but the Lev. It does not right away give a ho, ho, ho, but should. To read Disclosing the Canopean Premise after all this heavy machinery plowing our roads is one of those David Icke mysteries. Should Icke be let back into Australia  to wreak destruction upon their epidemic mouse explosion?