dfire. Spittle.
The sun is the centre of our system.
The leaning tower. Two stones. Revolution.
Summons to Rome. Burning Stake. The
Inquisition.
The sun's the centre of our system.
El Cordobes! El Cordobes!
There are some things I have to confess;
(The bulls and bulls you kill in the ring.)
When to the wind you all caution fling,
You still have things unto which to cling.
The bulls and the bulls you kill in the ring
Alone have no prospects of wearing a sling.
The bulls and the bulls you kill in the ring.
But when Galileo Galilei
Was thrown into the rot-ring of scorn,
The charging bull they hurled against him
Was armed to the horn and to the hoof
With the cudgel of hate and the spear of fear
And with the red-hot crowbar of anger.
Galileo Galilei in the ring
Was alone; his only weapon and friend
Was time; and time was a mere toddler then.
(And for time to mature in the marrow,
You certainly have to come tomorrow;
Centuries and centuries after tomorrow)
And they said: Galileo Galilei,
We hear you are not at home in the mind,
We fear you must be counted with the blind.
You may think all thoughts; you may,
But you ideas shan't see the light of day;
Your midday coughing hurts our midnight
prayers.
And you said; two is a crowd; even the
Elements bear witness; the heavens
Hear evidence; the universe gives judgement.
Place no mouldy margin upon what I
should imagine; and no single censor
In hell or heaven shall tell me censor
My sigh or sin. You retail a sickle tale
Tailored to your taste. But toppling trees tell
Another story. When in the lap of
A man-blinded God, truth lies, lying like
The soon-to-be-unlaced lips of a hell -
Robed Iscariot the Judas jettisoned
Into the joyless jungle of seekers
After the truth that shall not tear apart
When torn apart, caterpillar canoes
All crawl into the highway threshold
Of a contourless anger; but the seed,
O God, is already in the soil; the
Rains have already gone down to it.
Elavanyo! Elavanyo! better
Times cannot be too far away. I
Sit here watching the stars. Elavanyo.
Hei...Galileo Galilei... My eyes
are watering, their teeth are tightening, your
lips
are quivering, and our solo-song slows
down to a silent stop; Hallelujah Chorus
cracks upon the shock-rock of an anti-
truth cataract.
O... Galileo Galilei... you fold
your face like a preying mantis pawned for
a pound of maize; and we erase all
trace, taking no chances with cheating
charcoal-sellers who hold the hand of hands
over the hovering hawk hankering after
human flesh.
Hei...Galileo Galilei... Time marks
time in our tears, and the rivers of truth
renew their roar; fire fights flesh in their
fears, and suns that shone should no more soar.
O... Galileo Galilei... truth's lip-
stick on your mind, green anger in their heart,
scorners' thick mud on your shirt, black dark-
ness in their hair, dry dagger in some
hand; and they crouch and come: advancing
towards you, advancing towards me,
charging against the very liver of
truth.
Hei...Galileo Galilei... water
walking, rainbow running, and the sky in
our song; I hear them laughing, I see you
sneezing, murderous thunder under their
tongue. Rays of knowledge pierce their eyes,
smoke of
truth blocks their nose; and fire in the
flesh, and the rainfall on the rocks, and the
myre in the mesh, and man shall not walk?
amen....
O... Galileo Galilei...
O... Galileo Galilei...
Grave and grievous galley-groans all relay
The grandeur grinding of the painful play
of rude rods on souls that forlornly pray
But whom suffering shall soon surely slay
On a particular forthdawning day.
They love this earth, but their bursting breath
gives way,
They love this life, but their spirits wont stay.
The candlelight of knowledge and truth hold
way...
Inquisition fires faint-die away...
O, Elavanyo...Galileo
O, Elavanyo...Galilei.
*Elavanyo Concerto: It is an Ewe word meaning
things will turn right.