PHASE 01: Materia Confusa (primary material of creative chaos)
London Dinner: Giordano Bruno/Walter Raleigh/ Christopher Marlowe:
School of Night, [Intellect/Ecstasy] + The Ash Wednesday Supper
Bruno Under - Three arrivals on the banks of the Thames, a walk to the rooms in Deptford. The dinner: a shock blast of secret thoughts prepared to un-think the real and welcome the unthinkable.
PHASE 02: Realgar (powder of the cave, Pan’s Salt)
Prague: Giordano Bruno/John Dee, magus to Elizabeth I/
Edward Kelley, alchemist: Angelic Conversations [Spirit/Mathematics] + Nigredo
Bruno Between – the Dee inquisition and the state apparatus for erasure and “border control” – as if the angel Dee loses is replaced by Benjamin’s “angel of history,” wheeling backwards through a storm of debris. Kelley promises transmutation.
PHASE 03: Et volucrem figas (make free the winged thing)
Naples: Giordano Bruno/Christopher Marlowe/Caravaggio:
Corporeal Strategies [No Hope/No Fear] + The Flames
Bruno Out – The last transactions, acknowledgements and premonitions – the look that starts the move to murder or to flee, the finger that points to the foul bed. Marlowe, already murdered in Deptford, returns as ‘familiar’ and counsel. A night of encounters between the aesthetic and the ruined. This movement ends as a historical banquet, hosted by the famous Neapolitan femminielli, a “corporeal” banquet, involving delicacies of marrow and slight entertainments on the themes of massacre, resistance and redemption. A renaissance banquet that is not an historical representation of anything “renaissance” except the politics inherited after.
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Kit was killed
He was stabbed
Drowned and burned
Hanged and shot
Crushed, hit, beaten, impaled
He was frozen and starved
Eaten, dashed and torn
But he lived
He sat there, smiling, as his killers puzzled
How to kill a man that would not die?
They cut of his head, his arms, his legs.
They burnt him to ashes and threw them to the sea.
But Kit stayed smiling
The killers turned away.
Frizer turned to Skeres and Poley
"Well what to tell our master now?"
They three walked away, contemplating their fate
And Kit stayed smiling.
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Kit felt the knife
It entered his eye
He stared at the man
Frizer, face contorted in fury
Hand grasped on the hilt
Kit cursed him
He cursed the man
He cursed the mans wife and children
He cursed the man's decedents
He cursed the master of the man
He cursed the commander of the master
He cursed the matriarch of the commander
He fell
The kind Kit Marlowe,
The Elemental Wit
The Court's darling
Fell
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