MACHINE A VAPEUR AVEC LE SEUL BUT D’EVAPORER LES DIEUX ET DEESSES D’ANTAN

DREAM ABOUT A STEAM MACHINE WITH AS ONLY FUNCTION TO EVAPORATE

PAST GODS & GODDESSES

(automatic text) mailed to Sevgul Suner Dielemans in Belgium

Menacing clouds above Brussels,

above a strange looking rooftop.

Why is this stream of steam escaping now?

On the left I see 3 chimneys.

On the right of the rooftop there are 4 chimneys.

I demonstrate my middle finger to the closed skies,

shouting with the simplicity of a maiden voice:

god, or whatever, you only approve symmetry,

but I shall never recognize the wonder of your so-called cration,

your bipolar obsession for peace and harmony is leading to a blind

hatred for what seems to be according to your own standards

not to be in balance on a rooftop I am watching this moment.

The dark clouds open thru’ a sudden ray of sunshine

& god, or whatever, starts shouting back:

NO, NO, my only purpose with this creation

was that you all got a grip on things,

that you could become responsible yourself

of the order of disorder or the disorder of order.

I had no other ambition, really, this is true!

I don’t give a damn about fake equilibriums

which have NO or LITTLE importance at all in the run of time.

My brother, the devil, has explained this to you in detail, that was his mission after all,

but you have chosen to burn his voice at the stake, so stage fright were you all!

I only ask this small question through the loop-hole of your secured houses and fences:

WHEN WILL YOU BE READY TO CONTROL

OR UNCONTROL YOUR OWN GIVEN EXISTENCE?

Thunder and lightning echo that there is no difference or contradiction

in this challenge....

Of course, the voice continues, as one of the many gods

(and why did you start thinking that there is only one)

I can only define myself as an atheist,

so you morrons are able to earn the credit

of running your own lives, finally!

I bow my head & look to the rooftop

now bathed in golden sun light and I see that

3 chimneys are smoking white light,

the other 4 are spreading black light.

Steam blows from my nose, my body becomes machine!

All makes sense now.

In a jolly good mood I burn

the bible and other self proclaimed holy books,

so they can join the smoke.

I try to determine in which light they are transformed but honestly, I DO NOT KNOW !!!

Collage, photos and text: Guido Vermeulen, June 2012