(intro)....
And to-night, for your entertainment,
we'll a poem by one of the young and
up and coming new hip-hop, bee-bop,
beat-nik poets...
Take it away, Ricardo...
It was always there when you didn't look
like a cat chasing a fish in some strange book.
And all the while, you -- when you knew it,
It was everything that you might have had to in-tuit.
Yet it has always been as simple as that,
No fiction, no quibble, just a matter of plain, simple fact.
THE INFINITE LIBRARY
It has always existed,
outside of time
outside of space.
And so far as we know,
it is a real, imaginary place.
And those that doubt that it exists,
are not faithless -- just undoubtedly very pissed.
That they can not see it,
though others can
and only know one knows how to get in.
It's THE IN-FIN-IH-T LIE-BRARE-EE
And now it's time to read a book,
and get in touch with real ree-al-ih-tee.
It's the Infinite Library
It's the Infinite Library
It's the Infinite Library
It's the Infinite Library
?Can you dig it?
I knew that you could,
I knew that you could.
... oh, uh, yes.
Uh, well, next we'll have some cute
puppet, Coco Gigo, but first this
word from Johnson Wax...
... Well, here once again, is the
latest poem, but one of the
fresh, new breed of hip-hop,
bee-bop, beat-nik poets...
Take it away, Levi...
I'm wondering
over
the pondering
of considering
the understanding
of the loving
of the wonder of it all.
?Can you dig it?
I knew that you could,
I knew that you could.
... uh, hemmm,
Well, now a word from our sponsor....
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.. And next, for your enjoyment,
the latest poem by one of the
new up and coming hip-hop,
bee-bop, beat-nik poets....
Take it away Jerold...
Who we are is a perfect, real virtual reality.
We are told
exactly how TO
and not TO be.
Our ideas molded,
formed,
shaped, for perfect
accessibility.
They sell us truth, packaged oh,
yes,
oh, soh con-vien-yent-lee.
Thinking that we are now most
con-viv-ul-lee
Taken in by THEIR view of real, reality.
?Can you dig it?
I knew that you could,
I knew that you could.
.... uh, hunh...
Uh, .... well, uh ... oh!
Now a comercial from the new,
uhm,
Now a commercial from your new,
different Dodge Dealer....
.. And next up, more poetry by
one of the new up and coming hip-hop,
bee-bop, beat-nik poets....
Take it away Milo...
(no pauses)
How far we have come
how far we have yet to go
our hatred and despair we must leave behind
our thoughts flower-blooming in our hearts and souls
opens slowly, its petals spreading
to encompass all possibilities
of love and truth and perfect harmony.
And as we gaze upon such perfectly
azhure beauty.
All to be swept away by blatent politicality,
until the next spring thaws and
we release our seeds into the winds of hope.
?Can you dig it?
I knew that you could,
I knew that you could.
.... Well, now, wasn't that
different?
Next up, the Cascade Dancers,
but first a word from Dascade
dish washer soap.
Oh. ....
(fade-in, and pan in and down to Ed Sulivan)
And, now ladies and gentlmen, a new offering from
one of today's hottest, be-bop, hip-hop, beat-nik
poets. Take it away, Rocko...
Ebolent Myster-o-flawzhe
World turn, spin, seep, spin.
Waiting.
Warming,
Lighting...
Eidolons 3 for a dollar. Get your red-hot
eidolons 3 for a dollar, 50 cents each.
Hey, mon! Doan lissen to him, I got you eidolons
FOUR for a dollar, why pay more, got them eidolons.
NO-body beat this price.
That duz it! I sell em eidolons! SIX for a dooler
same sollar dill o shurll. Colder, colder...
Cooling, freezing, cold planet spinning through
colder space still.
Waiting, waiting.
Kelvins, Kelvins, get your kelvins, just 5 eidolons
per 3 kel's.
Invisible kid, white hair, blackened skin.
Waiting, for visibility.
Un-en-day-shuns: Laurel and Hardy seeping into
empty voids once filled with human laughter.
Ergs, ergs, get while they're still powered up.
Five ergs, just a cough and a snap of the tendral.
We got 'em egs, orgs, gerts, smergle, ber-flemish.
Grubble, gurbble, sniggle; coldness seeping in.
Cold, burned out planet, powered by shrubs whose
name is oblivious to the past's prologue of a
simple bi-foliate chaotic string -- redundantly
represented by three-fold 21-dimensional cusps
that can only be removed at infinity.
Rain, rain, oh come rains at last!
Liquid hydronium ions, concentration in excess
of tenth molar.
Hydrogen, hydrogen, we got it right now, right
here, you know you want it!
Nope, nope. We doan got no hydroxyl's
-- try next year, I tell you we done nit
get merckle mon. Slurm! Smork!
You not hear? Mon! We got no fabrick,
no Santa bring you hydroxil'x !!
xox oxo oxx ?
tac-tic's? No got tac-tic, just jot, GOT 3-trax
cis-poly's. No, got trans- all gone. Try next
year.
Cooling planet, gone. All shrubbed out.
Shrubs win, because they must. Moly's not give
up yet. Colder. Can't than-ik, too cold. sleep...
And with smooth tendrals reaching toward warming
sun-rising...
eboli rises to meet the challenge of eating
sun-warmed effluents left by a bi-ped called mon.
Rich hydrogen-soaked eidolons! Get em quick.
Got em: Rich full-acidity guaranteed:
Eidolons two for a dollar.
Get em quick.....
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(camera pans back to Ed Sulivan)
Uh, yes. Very interesing.
And now a word from the fine folks at Monsanto.....
(fade to comercial)
Well, now a word from our sponsor....
... strange stuff....
Well, I don't care, this guy is
really flipped out, I mean what kind
of crap is this. What? I'm on? You
bet I'm on about it! I mean what will
happen to our ratings? On, on?.. Oh...
(turns towards camera number 2)
Well, we're back. And now the
latest in epic poetry, sit back
and relax, our next guest has promised
us a long and un-ending poem. Take it
away Pizo...
an old woman
is complaining
about the
arrogance
of soldiers who
have no war to
fight to kill those
who are declared
the enemy of the king
who rules a land
where a city has
been built
in which lives
an old woman
who is
complaining
Huh? That's it? What are we supposed
to do, I thought it would last longer.
On? Oh. (clapping slightly)
Well, now wasn't that entertaining,
next, when we return, we will have
something different and entertaining.
Yes, definitely entertaining...
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