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The Olfactory Organ Recital, Part II
by Gene Williamson

Saturday, June 11, 2011
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Flat on my back I see
an enormous schnoz sneezing missiles
hither and yon indiscriminately,
a nasomonger to the antlings below
gathering wool, bouncing barroom logic
off satellites, callous malaperts ignoring the
meek, mocking the colorblind, hiding their minds
in caves where only shadows speak.

Nostrils flare.

I see a domino dictum split a country,
polarize attitudes and generations.

On the late show running late,
I watch the laidback spacedout meganose
snorting peppered isotopes,
and a technicolor sneeze is heard
from the ancient Land of Mu
to the Super Sargasso Sea,
and I lose the signal when a nucleonic
circumstance breaks the local station.

The UN hems before it haws.

I see the loathsome probosupervile
cast a pall upon the planet, trade lives
and treasure for oil.

On the wings of Aquila,
I watch tall cities suffocate, venerated
monuments tumble, Wall Street
hyperventilate, Cassandra prophecies
ignored, casinos couch their bets,
nasal drip invade the valleys.

On the Internet
Basie, Bach, and Boogie jam
the panic button.

I hop a subterranean soul train
to the shores of Acheron conducted
by a guy without a prayer.

Nuzzled in the aftergloom I see
a broken probostele, a Rodin brooding rhinolith
without a thought to think, a tongue to speak,
a heart to beat, an eye to bawl,

Humpty Dumpty has a great fall.

Deep inside a nasal passage barren
as an Amazonian belly, I see
an Ouspenskayan sibyl draped in gossamer,
perfumed in frankincense and myrrh,
and I hear her say,
If only man had blown his nose for good.

Not a creature stirs.

On Jupiter’s day,
the day before I disappear into the cracks
of Odin’s rubric riddle,
I hitchhike on a passing comet
for one last tour
of the old neighborhood.

From east of the moon I watch
precious days dwindle down,

The ark sinks...

and all the king’s horses and all the king’s men
can’t put Humpty together again.

I see the last one out
pull the stopper, yell a last hurrah,
kiss his ass goodbye. I watch
a radiating marble, a cinder bouncing
on the Milky Way, weaving aimlessly,
a burned out galactic drunkard
vomiting spent molecules.

The cinder cools.

I see a coagulated nosebleed where
oceans used to swell, and I find
a personally autographed photograph
of Mother Nature tying her tubes.

On the way to Uranus I grab a ring
off Saturn, choke up when I see Venus
clamp a mourning band around
her missing arm. Gliding close to Mars
I see waves of dancing light where
phantom rivers were. I hear
throbs and spits and coos and pings
that shake my hollow frame.

I see sparks fly.

I see blips of quantum energy,
in a declining act of autogenesis, create
nothing out of something
in a nasoscheme of devil take the hindmost,
dazzling sights and celebrant sounds
diminishing, blowing my mind away, begging
unthinkable answers to questions no one
taught me how to ask.

An organ sting startles me.

My orphan annie eyes watch
a dogged out vapor trail curl languidly
around an asteroid, chase its nose
into the sun’s corona.

The sound I hear
as I wash out on the tide of timeless time
is neither Alphas’s bang
nor the plaintive whimper of Omega,
nor in fact a crash at all
but a kind of breathless hwoo or hwyoo.

Call it a cosmic sigh.





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Reviewed by Patrick Granfors 6/14/2011
This nose knows fantastic satire when it smells it. Patrick
Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis 6/14/2011
Wow (again). I want what you're having.
Reviewed by jude forese 6/14/2011
if only mankind would blow its nose for good perhaps the world could clear its brains and we all could have a cosmic sigh ...

quite thought provoking, creatively conceived and artistically expressed ...
Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather 6/14/2011
wow! that's brillant.......extraordinary. ~ Morgan
Reviewed by Vivian Dawson 6/12/2011
For-sooth, formative
and fluent your writing
one to read over and over
agsin to take it all in for your
great writing of utmost quality

Lady Vivian
Reviewed by Jon Willey 6/12/2011
a trans celestial journey through the relativity of time and space Gene -- NASA (the nasal academy of superb artifacts) is on a Roddenberry express en route to penned nirvana me thinks -- whatever you do Gene, do not blow your nose! -- all of that creative stuff will be wasted in one big toot if you do -- whatever your physician has prescribed for you my dear friend, I want some too -- phantasmagoria -- I bid you love and peace -- Jon Michael
Reviewed by Sara Coslett 6/12/2011
Wow wow wow...Gene, I need to go find Part I. That was an unbelievable ride. Simply brilliant. I need to send this to everyone I know. Just loved it. Not sure I fully understand it all yet. I get the impression your are poking fun at everyone and everything. At first I thought it might be about liars. Thinking the nose represented Pinocchio. But, I need to read it again on paper. Not screen. Paper. But still, unbelievably brilliant.

Also, as I was reading your poem, I was thinking: "This would make a great novel."

~ Sara
Reviewed by Kate Burnside 6/12/2011
Like JF, I was ready with the "copy"-button to start highlighting the most mind-and-eye-startling concepts and phrases but then... gave up!! I had a preconceived idea that this would be about snoring and pegs-on-noses and the dreamscapes that accompany them... but this is something else!! Have you been wired-up at a sleep centre?! Man, books could be written about this!! I don't know what precious scientific discovery or Einstein's Theory is emanating here, but it's in a language all of its own! Relativity doesn't even come into it! I shall be back later to read into Part I... phew! :))... or is that, atishooooooooo.... Bless you! xx
Reviewed by Ed Matlack 6/12/2011
Insanity must run in the AD I understand this one totally & you are just as crazy as the rest of us...e
Reviewed by richard cederberg 6/12/2011
Launching boogers at the underlings are ye? Richly creative, gene, with an almost dream-theater gist; certainly not a write for the weak of heart. Enjoyed!
Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader) 6/12/2011
you've really outdone yourself on this gene...wickedly creative and masterfully penned!!
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader) 6/12/2011
Amazing indeed ....once again you sweet Gene have blown me away with this gem of a write...sighh..have I told you lately that I adore you...well I do ... I do...Hugss
Love Always,
Chanti xoxooxoxox
Reviewed by Liana Margiva 6/12/2011
EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva
Reviewed by Joy Hale 6/11/2011
Brilliant. Just brilliant. You are an amazing writer with talent oozing out the gazoo! Joy L. Hale
Reviewed by Myrna Badgerow 6/11/2011
I'm imagining this as I read....and realize that yes, you are out of your mind..LOL.. AND I must be too because I so understood...LOL
Great writing as always.. gosh I have missed you guys so much!
Reviewed by Regis Auffray 6/11/2011
I will echo what the others "said" before me... ...and applaud. Thank you, Gene. Love and peace to you,

Reviewed by John Flanagan 6/11/2011
Out of your mind, Gene,
out of your amazing, raging, rampaging mind
comes this summer lightning of a poem; to quote
anything at all would be churlish and a waste of time
because i'd have to quote all, so the easiest thing is
to save it, and save it i shall.

Reviewed by TONY NERONE 6/11/2011
Thanks for the Great Read, Gene.
Reviewed by D Johnson 6/11/2011
This is totally amazing, pure and simple.

Reviewed by Christine Tsen 6/11/2011
Brilliant poem Gene!
I'm having an organ recital of my own (sniff, sniff) so in one way or another I feel every note in this magnificent olfactory oratory :)

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